The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 153 of 205
Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals) tragicomedy; literary play T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.75 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
O miserable that I am! what misfortune could be 〈◊〉 over? O what great dishonour to my Master's house! O what an unfortunate morning is this? O unhappy young men! What's the matter, man? Why dost thou keep such ado? Why grievest thou thus? What mischief hath befallen us? Sempronio, and Parmeno! What of Sempronio and Parmeno? What means this fool? Speak a little plainer, thou tormentest me with delays. Our old companions, our fellows, our brethren. Thou art either drunk or mad; or thou bringest some ill news along with thee. Why dost thou not tell me what thou hast to say, concerning these young men? That they lie slain in the street. O unfortunate mischance! Is it true? Didst thou see them? Did they speak unto thee? No. They were e'en almost past all sense; but one of them with much ado, when he saw I beheld him with tears, began to look a little towards me, fixing his eyes upon me, and lifting up his hands to heaven, as one that is making his prayers unto God; and looking on me, as if he had asked me, if I were not sorry for his death? And straight after, as one, that perceived whither he was presently to go, he let fall his head, with tears in his eyes, giving thereby to understand, that he should never see me again, till we did meet at that day of the great judgement. You did not observe in him, that he would have asked you whether Calisto were there or no? But since thou hast such manifest proofs of this cruel sorrow, let us haste with these doleful tidings to our Master. Master, Master, do you hear, Sir? What, are you mad? Did not I will you, I should not be wakened? Rouse up yourself, and rise: for if you do not stick unto us, we are all undone. Sempronio and Parmeno lie beheaded in the Marketplace, as public malefactors; and their fault proclaimed by the common Crier. Now heaven help me! What it's thou tell'st me? I know not whether I may believe thee, in this thy so sudden and sorrowful news. Didst thou see them? I saw them, Sir. Take heed what thou sayst; for this night they were with me. But rose too early to their deaths. O my loyal servants! O my chiefest followers! O my faithful Secretaries and Counsellors in all my affairs. Can it be, that this should be true? O unfortunate Calisto! thou art dishonoured as long as thou hast a day to live; what shall become of thee, having lost such a pair of trusty servants? Tell me, for pity's sake) Sosia, what was the cause of their deaths? What spoke the Proclamation? Where were they slain? by what justice were they beheaded?
nodes 1063–1080 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 153 of 205 in this edition
Length
471 words · 623 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.754 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O miserable that I am! what misfortune could be ore? O what great dishonour to my Masters house! O what an vnfortunate morning is this? O vnhappy young men! What's the matter, man? Why dost thou keepe such adoe? Why grieu'st thou thus? What mischiefe hath befalne vs? Sempronio, and Parmeno! What of Sempronio and Parmeno? What meanes this foole? Speake a little plainer, thou torment'st me with delayes. Our old companions, our fellowes, our brethren. Thou art eyther drunke or mad; or thou bringest some ill newes along with thee. Why dost thou not tell mee what thou hast to say, concerning these young men? That they lie slayne in the streete. O vnfortunate mischance! Is it true? Didst thou see them? Did they speake vnto thee? No. They were e'n almost past all sense; but one of them with much adoe, when hee saw I beheld him with teares, beganne to looke a little towards me, fixing his eyes vpon me, and lifting vp his hands to heauen, as one that is making his prayers vnto God; and looking on mee, as if hee had ask't mee, if I were not sorry for his death? And straight after, as one, that perceiu'd whither he was presently to goe, he let fall his head, with teares in his eyes, giuing thereby to vnderstand, that hee should neuer see mee againe, till we did meete at that day of the great Iudgement. You did not obserue in him, that he would haue askt you whether Calisto were there or no? But since thou hast such manifest proofes of this cruell sorrow, let vs haste with these dolefull tidings to our Master. Master, Master, doe you heare, Sir? What, are you mad? Did not I will you, I should not be wakened? Rowze vp your selfe, and rise: for if you doe not sticke vnto vs, we are all vndone. Sempronio and Parmeno lie beheaded in the Market-place, as publike malefactors; and their fault proclaimed by the common Cryer. Now heauen helpe mee! What it's thou tell'st mee? I know not whether I may beleeue thee, in this thy so sudden and sorrowfull newes. Didst thou see them? I saw them, Sir. Take heede what thou say'st; for this night they were with mee. But rose too earely to their deaths. O my loyall seruants! O my chiefest followers! O my faithfull Secretaries and Counsellours in all my affaires. Can it be, that this should be true? O vnfortunate Calisto! thou art dishonoured as long as thou hast a day to liue; what shall become of thee, hauing lost such a paire of trusty seruants? Tell mee, for pitty's sake) Sosia, what was the cause of their deaths? What spake the Prolamation? Where were they slaine? by what Iustice were they beheaded?