Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 140 of 205

Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals)
tragicomedy; literary play
unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 473 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.

Calisto; Thy great worth, thy singular graces, and thy nobleness of birth, have (ever since I had true notice of thee) wrought so effectually with me, that my heart hath not so much as one moment been absent from thee. And although (now these many days) I have strove, and strove again to dissemble it, yet could I not so smother my thoughts, but that as soon as that Woman returned thy sweet name unto my remembrance, I discovered my desire, and appointed our meeting, at this very place and time: Where, I beseech thee to take order for the disposing of my person, according to thine own good will and pleasure. These doors debar us of our joy, whose strong locks and bars I curse, as also mine own weak strength. For were I stronger, and they weaker, neither shouldst thou be displeased, nor I discontented. What (madam) is it your pleasure, that I should suffer a paltry piece of wood to hinder our joy? Never did I conceive, that any thing, save thine own will, could possibly hinder us. O troublesome and sport-hindering doors, I earnestly desire, that you may be burned with as great a fire, as the torment is great, which you give me; for then the third part thereof would be sufficient to consume you to ashes in a moment. Give me leave (sweet Lady) that I may call my servants, and command them to break them open. Hark, hark (Sempronio) Hearest thou not what he says? He is coming to seek after us; we shall make a bad year of it, we shall run into a peck of troubles. I tell you truly, I like not of his coming. This love of theirs, I verily persuade myself, was begun in an unlucky hour; if you will go, go; for I'll stay here no longer. Peace, hark; she will not consent we come. What means my Love? Will you undo me? Will you wound my reputation? Give not your will the reins: your hope is certain, and the time short: even as soon as yourself shall appoint it. Besides, your pain is single, mine double; yours for your self, mine for us both: you only feel your own grief, I both your own and mine. Content yourself therefore, and come you tomorrow at this very hour, and let your way be by the wall of my garden; for if you should now break down these cruel doors, though haply we should not be presently heard, yet tomorrow morning there would arise in my father's house a terrible suspicion of my error: and you know, beside, that by so much the greater is the error, by how much the greater is the party that erreth: And in the turning of a hand, will be noised thorough the whole City.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina)
AuthorMabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de
Publication year (edition)1631
First performance / composition (Annals)1631
First performance (BritDrama)1598 [Oct] [1595-1611]
Genre (British Drama)tragicomedy; literary play
Play typeTranslation;Nonprofessional;Closet/Unacted
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 952 · TCP A18331 · DEEP 763
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 956–960 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 140 of 205 in this edition
Length473 words · 599 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T48 — Addressing a lady: love, desire and intimacy at 0.834
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Calisto; Thy great worth, thy singular graces, and thy noblenesse of birth, haue (euer since I had true notice of thee) wrought so effectually with mee, that my heart hath not so much as one moment bin absent from thee. And although (now these many dayes) I haue stroue, and stroue againe to dissemble it, yet could I not so smother my thoughts, but that as soone as that Woman returned thy sweet name vnto my remembrance, I discouered my desire, and appointed our meeting, at this very place and time: Where, I beseech thee to take order for the disposing of my person, according to thine owne good will and pleasure. These doores debarre vs of our ioy, whose strong locks and barres I curse, as also mine owne weake strength. For were I stronger, and they weaker, neither shouldst thou be displeased, nor I discontented. What (Madame) is it your pleasure, that I should suffer a paltry piece of wood to hinder our ioy? Neuer did I conceiue, that any thing, saue thine owne will, could possibly hinder vs. O troublesome and sport-hindring doores, I earnestly desire, that you may be burned with as great a fire, as the torment is great, which you giue me; for then the third part thereof would be sufficient to consume you to ashes in a moment. Giue me leaue (sweet Lady) that I may call my seruants, and command them to breake them open. Harke, harke (Sempronio) Hearest thou not what he saies? He is comming to seeke after vs; wee shall make a badde yeere of it, we shall runne into a pecke of troubles. I tell you truely, I like not of his comming. This loue of theirs, I verily perswade my selfe, was begunne in an vnlucky houre; if you will goe, goe; for I'll stay heere no longer. Peace, harke; shee will not consent wee come. What meanes my Loue? Will you vndoe me? Will you wound my reputation? Giue not your will the reines: your hope is certaine, and the time short: euen as soone as your selfe shall appoint it. Besides, your paine is single, mine double; yours for your selfe, mine for vs both: you onely feele your owne griefe, I both your own and mine. Content your selfe therefore, and come you to morrow at this very houre, and let your way be by the wall of my garden; for if you should now breake downe these cruell doores, though haply wee should not be presently heard, yet to morrow morning there would arise in my fathers house a terrible suspition of my errour: and you know, besides, that by so much the greater is the errour, by how much the greater is the party that erreth: And in the turning of a hand, will be noysed thorow the whole City.