The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 123 of 205
Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals) tragicomedy; literary play T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.86 · 430 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Friend, Celestina, Thou wise Matron, and great Mistress in thy Art, thou hast well opened unto me the way, by which I may manifest my malady unto thee. Believe me, you have questioned me like a wise woman, and like one that is well experienced in these kind of sicknesses. My pain is about my heart, its residence, near unto my left Pap; but disperseth itself over every part of my body. Secondly, it hath been so but of late; nor did I ever think, that any pain whatsoever could have so deprived me of my understanding, as this doth; it troubles my sight, changes my countenance, takes away my stomach, I cannot sleep for it, nor will it suffer me to enjoy any kind of pleasure: touching the thought, which was the last thing you demanded, concerning my disease, I am not able to deliver it unto you, and as little the cause thereof; For neither death of kinsfolk, nor loss of temporal goods, nor any sudden passion upon any vision, nor any doting dream, nor any other thing can I conjecture to be the cause of it, save only a kind of alteration, caused by yourself upon your request, which I suspected in the behalf of that Gentleman Calisto, when you entreated me for my Charm. What, madam? Is Calisto so bade a man? Is his name so bad; that only but to name him, should, upon the very sound thereof, send forth such poison? Deceive not yourself; Do not believe that this is the cause of your grief: I have another thing in the wind, there is more in't then so; but since you make it so dainty, if your Ladyship will give me leave, I will tell you the cause of it. Why, how now, Celestina, what a strange request is this that thou mak'st unto me? Needest thou to crave leave of me, who am to receive help from thee? What Physician did ever demand such security, for to cure his patient? Speak, speak what you please; for you shall always have leave of me to say what you will; always excepted, that you wrong not my honour with your words. I see (Lady) that on the one side you complain of your grief, and on the other side, I perceive, that you fear your remedy, your fear strikes a fear into me; which fear causeth silence, and silence truce betwixt your malady and my medicine; so that you self will be the cause that your pain shall not cease, nor my cunning cure you.
nodes 815–818 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 123 of 205 in this edition
Length
430 words · 541 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.855 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T3 · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Friend, Celestina, Thou wise Matrone, and great Mistresse in thy Art, thou hast well opened vnto me the way, by which I may manifest my maladie vnto thee. Beleeue me, you haue questioned me like a wise woman, and like one that is well experienced in these kind of sickenesses. My paine is about my heart, it's residence, neere vnto my left Pappe; but disperseth it selfe ouer euery part of my body. Secondly, it hath beene so but of late; nor did I euer thinke, that any paine whatsoeuer could haue so depriued me of my vnderstanding, as this doth; it troubles my sight, changes my countenance, takes away my stomacke, I cannot sleepe for it, nor will it suffer mee to inioy any kinde of pleasure: touching the thought, which was the last thing you demanded, concerning my disease, I am not able to deliuer it vnto you, and as little the cause thereof; For neither death of kinsfolke, nor losse of temporall goods, nor any sudden passion vpon any vision, nor any doting dreame, nor any other thing can I coniecture to be the cause of it, saue onely a kinde of altration, caused by your selfe vpon your request, which I suspected in the behalfe of that Gentleman Calisto, when you entreated me for my Charme. What, Madame? Is Calisto so bad a man? Is his name so bad; that onely but to name him, should, vpon the very sound thereof, send forth such poyson? Deceiue not your selfe; Doe not beleeue that this is the cause of your griefe: I haue another thing in the winde, there is more in't then so; but since you make it so daintie, if your Ladiship will giue mee leaue, I will tell you the cause of it. Why, how now, Celestina, what a strange request is this that thou mak'st vnto me? Needest thou to craue leaue of me, who am to receiue helpe from thee? What Physician did euer demand such security, for to cure his patient? Speake, speake what you please; for you shall alwaies haue leaue of mee to say what you will; alwaies excepted, that you wrong not my honour with your words. I see (Lady) that on the one side you complaine of your griefe, and on the other side, I perceiue, that you feare your remedy, your feare strikes a feare into mee; which feare causeth silence, and silence truce betwixt your malady and my medicine; so that you selfe will be the cause that your paine shall not cease, nor my cunning cure you.