The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 130 of 205
Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals) tragicomedy; literary play unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Take heed, Sir, lest by your long stay, you give occasion of talk to the world. For your honesty have a care, that you make not yourself become a byword to the people. For nowadays, it is commonly spoken amongst them, He is an Hypocrite, that is too devout. For, what will they say of you, if they see you thus, but scoff in derision at you, and say, He is gone to the myrtle-grove to sacrifice some halfscore Hecatombs of sighs and ay-mees to Venus' son, to prosper and preferred him to the favour & fruition of some Mistress? If you are oppressed with passion, endure it at home in your own house, that the world may not perceive it. Discover not your grief unto strangers, since the drum is in their hands, who know best how to beat it: and your business in her hands, who knows best how to manage it. In whose hands? In Celestina's? Who is that names Celestina? What sayst thou of this slave of Calisto's? I have come trudging all along the Augurs street, to see if I could overtake you, I did put my best leg foremost, but all would not do: the skirts of my Petticoat were so long, and did so often interfold themselves between my feet. O thou joy of the world! thou ease of my passions, thou relieveress of my pain, my eyes looking-glass, my heart doth even exult for joy, in beholding so honoured a presence, an age so ennobled with years; tell me, what is't thou com'st with, what good news dost thou bring? For I see thou look'st cheerfully: And yet I know not of what terms my life doth stand; in what it consisteth. In my tongue. What sayst thou then? Speak, thou that art my glory and comfort. Deliver it more at large unto me. Sir, let us first go more privately; and as we go home to your house, I will tell you that, which shall make you glad indeed. Brother, the old woman looks merrily; Sure, she hath sped well today. Soft, listen what she says. All this day, Sir, have I been labouring in your business, and have neglected other weighty and serious affairs, which did much concern me: many do I suffer to live in pain, only that I may yield you comfort. Besides, I have lost more by it, than you are aware of, but farewell it. All is well lost, sithence I have brought my business to so good an end: And hear you me, for I will tell it you in few words (for I love to be short) Melibea is wholly at your service. O what do I hear? Nay, she is more yours then her own: more at your service and command, then of her father Pleberio.
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Take heede, Sir, lest by your long stay, you giue occasion of talke to the world. For your honesty haue a care, that you make not your selfe become a by-word to the people. For now-a-dayes, it is commonly spoken amongst them, He is an Hypocrite, that is too deuout. For, what will they say of you, if they see you thus, but sffe in dirision at you, and say, He is gone to the Mirtle-Groue to sacrifice some halfescore Hecatombes of sighs and ay-mees to Venus sonne, to prosper and preferred him to the fauour & fruition of some Mistresse? If you are opprest with passion, indure it at home in your owne house, that the world may not perceiue it. Discouer not your griefe vnto strangers, since the drumme is in their hands, who know best how to beate it: and your businesse in her hands, who knowes best how to manage it. In whose hands? In Celestina's? Who is that names Celestina? What saist thou of this slaue of Calisto's? I haue come trudging all along the Augrs street, to see if I could ouertake you, I did put my best legge formost, but all would not doe: the skirts of my Petticoate were so long, and did so often interfold themselues betweene my feet. O thou ioy of the world! thou ease of my passions, thou relieueresse of my paine, my eyes looking-glasse, my heart doth euen exult for ioy, in beholding so honoured a presence, an age so innobled with yeeres; tell me, what is't thou com'st with, what good newes dost thou bring? For I see thou lookst cheerfully: And yet I know not of what tearmes my life doth stand; in what it consisteth. In my tongue. What saist thou then? Speake, thou that art my glory and comfort. Deliuer it more at large vnto mee. Sir, let vs first goe more priuately; and as wee goe home to your house, I will tell you that, which shall make you glad indeede. Brother, the old woman lookes merrily; Sure, shee hath sped well to day. Soft, listen what shee saies. All this day, Sir, haue I beene labouring in your businesse, and haue neglected other weighty and serious affaires, which did much concerne mee: many doe I suffer to liue in paine, onely that I may yeeld you comfort. Besides, I haue lost more by it, then you are aware of, but farewell it. All is well lost, sithence I haue brought my businesse to so good an end: And heare you mee, for I will tell it you in few words (for I loue to be short) Melibea is wholy at your seruice. O what doe I heare? Nay, shee is more yours then her owne: more at your seruice and command, then of her father Pleberio.