The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 152 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 · 590 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
O how daintily have I slept! Ever since that sweet short space of time, since that harmonious discourse I enjoyed; I have had exceeding ease, taken very good rest; this contentment and quietude hath proceeded from my joy. Either the travail of my body caused so sound asleep; or else the glory and pleasure of my mind: Nor do I much wonder, that both the one and the other should link hands, and join together to close the lids of mine eyes, since I travailed the last night with my body and person, and took pleasure with my spirit and senses. True it is, that sorrow causeth much thought; and overmuch thought, much hindereth sleep: as it was mine own case within these few days, when I was much discomfited and quite out of heart, of ever hoping to enjoy that surpassing happiness, which I now possess. O my sweet Lady, and dearest Love, Melibea, what dost thou think on now? Art thou asleep, or awake? Thinkst thou on me, or somebody else? Art thou up and ready, or art thou not yet stirring? O most happy, and most fortunate Calisto, if it be true, and that it be no dream, which hath already passed! Dreamt I, or dreamt I not? was it a mere fantasy, or was it a real truth? But now I remember myself, I was not alone, my servants waited on me, there were two of them with me; if they shall affirm it to be no dream, but that all that past was true; I am bound to believe it: I will command them to be called, for the further confirmation of my joy. Tristanico, Why ●ho? Where are my men? Tristanico, High you and come up: arise, I say, get you up quickly and come hither. Sir, I am up, and here already. Go, run, and call me hither Sempronio and Parmeno. I shall, Sir. Now sleep, and take thy rest, Once grieved, and pained Wight; Since she now loves thee best, Who is thy heart's delight. Let joy be thy soul's guest; And care be banished quite; Since she hath thee expressed To be her Favourite. There is not so much as a boy in the house. Open the windows, and see whether it be day or no? Sir, it is broad day. Go again, and see if you can find them; and see you wake me not, till it be almost dinnertime. I will go down and stand at the door, that my Master may take out his full sleep; and to as many as shall ask for him; I shall answer that he is not within. O what an outcry do I hear in the Marketplace! what's the matter a God's name? There is some execution of justice to be done, or else they are up so early to see some Bull-baiting. I do not know what to make of this noise, it is some great matter, the noise is so great; but lo, yonder comes Sosia, my Master's footboy; he will tell me what the business is. Look how the Rogue comes pulling and tearing of his hair; he hath tumbled into one Tavern or other, where he hath been scuffling. But if my Master chance to sent him, he will cause his coat to be well cudgeled; for though he be somewhat foolish, punishment will make him wise; but methinks he comes weeping. What's the matter, Sosia? Why dost thou weep? Whence com'st thou now? Why speak'st thou not?
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O how daintily haue I slept! Euer since that sweete short space of time, since that harmonious discourse I inioyed; I haue had exceeding ease, taken very good rest; this contentment and quietude hath proceeded from my ioy. Either the trauaile of my body caused so sound a sleepe; or else the glory and pleasure of my minde: Nor doe I much wonder, that both the one and the other should linke hands, and ioyne together to cloze the lids of mine eyes, since I trauail'd the last night with my body and person, and tooke pleasure with my spirit and senses. True it is, that sorrow causeth much thought; and ouermuch thought, much hindreth sleepe: as it was mine owne case within these few daies, when I was much discomfited and quite out of heart, of euer hoping to inioy that surpassing happinesse, which I now possesse. O my sweete Lady, and dearest Loue, Melibea, what dost thou thinke on now? Art thou asleepe, or awake? Thinkst thou on mee, or some body else? Art thou vp and ready, or art thou not yet stirring? O most happy, and most fortunate Calisto, if it be true, and that it be no dreame, which hath already passed! Dream't I, or dream't I not? was it a meere phantasie, or was it a reall truth? But now I remember my selfe, I was not alone, my seruants waited on me, there were two of them with me; if they shall affirme it to be no dreame, but that all that past was true; I am bound to beleeue it: I will command them to be called, for the further confirmation of my ioy. Tristanico, Why ho? Where are my men? Tristanico, Hye you and come vp: arise, I say, get you vp quickly and come hither. Sir, I am vp, and heere already. Goe, runne, and call mee hither Sempronio and Parmeno. I shall, Sir. Now sleepe, and take thy rest, Once grieu'd, and pained Wight; Since shee now loues thee best, Who is thy hearts delight. Let ioy be thy soules guest; And care be banish't quite; Since shee hath thee exprest To be her Fauourite. There is not so much as a boy in the house. Open the windowes, and see whether it be day or no? Sir, it is broad day. Goe againe, and see if you can finde them; and see you wake me not, till it be almost dinner-time. I will goe downe and stand at the doore, that my Master may take out his full sleepe; and to as many as shall aske for him; I shall answer that hee is not within. O what an out-cry doe I heare in the Market-place! whats the matter a Gods name? There is some execution of Iustice to be done, or else they are vp so earely to see some Bull-baiting. I do not know what to make of this noyse, it is some great matter, the noyse is so great; but o, yonder comes Sosia, my Masters foot-boy; hee will tell mee what the businesse is. Looke how the Rogue comes pulling and tearing of his hayre; he hath tumbled into one Tauerne or other, where he hath beene scuffling. But if my Master chance to sent him, hee will cause his coat to be well cudgelled; for though hee be somewhat foolish, punishment will make him wise; but mee thinkes hee comes weeping. What's the matter, Sosia? Why dost thou weepe? Whence com'st thou now? Why speak'st thou not?