The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 159 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 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Tristan, we must go very softly, and not speak a word. For, just about this time, rise your rich men, your covetous money-mongers, your penny-fathers, your Venereans and Lovesick souls, such as our Master; your day-labourers, your ploughmen and your shepherds; who about this time unpin their sheep, and bring them to their sheepcotes to be milked. And it may be, they may hear some word escape us, which may wrong either Calisto's or Melibea's honour. Now you silly Ass, you whoreson Horse-currier, you would have us make no noise, not a word, but mum▪ and yet thyself dost name her. Thou art an excellent fellow▪ to make a Guide or Leader to conduct an Army in the Moors Country: so that prohibiting, thou permittest; covering, thou discoverest; defending, offendest; bidding others hold their peace, thou thy self speak'st aloud, nay, proclaims it; and proclaiming, makes answer thereunto. But though you are so subtle witted and of so discreet a temper, you shall not tell me in what month our Lady day in harvest falls. For we know that we have more straw in the house this year, than thou art able to eat. My Masters, what a noise make you there? My cares and yours are not alike. Enter softly, I pray, and leave your prattling, that they in the house may not hear us; Shut this door, and let us go take our rest. For, I will up alone to my chamber, and there disarm me. Go get you to bed; O wretch that I am, how suitable and natural unto me is solitariness, silence, and darkness. I know not whether the cause of it be, that there cometh now to mind, the treason that I have committed in taking my leave of that Lady, whom I so dearly love, before it was further day? Or whether it be the grief, which I conceive of my dishonour, by the death of my servants? ay, I; this is it that grieves me, this is that wound whereof I bleed. Now, that I am grown a little cooler; now, that that blood waxeth cold, which yesterday did 〈◊〉 in me; now that I see the decaying of my house, my want of service, the wasting of my patrimony, and the infamy which lights upon me by the death of my servants? what have I done? How can I possibly contain myself? How can I forbear any longer, but that I should presently express myself, as a man much wronged? and show myself a proud & speedy revenger of that open injury, which hath been offered me? O the miserable sweetness of this most short and transitory life! who is he so covetous of thy countenance, who will not rather choose to die presently, than to enjoy a whole year of a shameful life? and to prorogue it with dishonour, losing the good report and honourable memory of his noble Ancestors?
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Tristan, wee must goe very softely, and not speake a word. For, iust about this time, rise your rich men, your couetous money-mongers, your penny-fathers, your Venereans and Loue-sicke soules, such as our Master; your day-labourers, your plough-men and your sheepheards; who about this time vnpinne their sheepe, and bring them to their sheepcotts to be milk't. And it may be, they may heare some word escape vs, which may wrong either Calisto's or Melibea's honour. Now you silly Asse, you whoresonne Horse-currier, you would haue vs make no noise, not a word, but Mumme▪ and yet thy selfe doest name her. Thou art an excellent fellow▪ to make a Guide or Leader to conduct an Army in the Moores Countrey: so that prohibiting, thou permittest; couering, thou discouerest; defending, offendest; bidding others hold their peace, thou thy selfe speak'st alowd, nay, proclaimes it; and proclaiming, makes answer thereunto. But though you are so subtill witted and of so discreet a temper, you shall not tell mee in what moneth our Lady day in haruest falls. For we know that we haue more straw in the house this yeere, then thou art able to eat. My Masters, what a noise make you there? My cares and yours are not alike. Enter softely, I pray, and leaue your pratling, that they in the house may not heare vs; Shut this doore, and let vs go take our rest. For, I will vp alone to my chamber, and there disarme mee. Goe get you to bed; O wretch that I am, how suable and naturall vnto mee is solitarinesse, silence, and darkenes. I know not whether the cause of it be, that there commeth now to minde, the treason that I haue committed in taking my leaue of that Lady, whom I so dearelie loue, before it was further day? Or whether it be the griefe, which I conceiue of my dishonour, by the death of my seruants? I, I; this is it that greiues mee, this is that wound whereof I bleed. Now, that I am growen a little cooler; now, that that bloud waxeth cold, which yesterday did in mee; now that I see the decaying of my house, my want of seruice, the wasting of my patrimony, and the infamie which lights vpon mee by the death of my seruants? what haue I done? How can I possibly containe my selfe? How can I forbeare any longer, but that I should presently expresse my selfe, as a man much wronged? and shew my selfe a proud & speedy reuenger of that open iniurie which hath been offered mee? O the miserable sweetnes of this most short and transitorie life! who is he so couetous of thy countenance, who will not rather choose to die presently, then to inioy a whole yeere of a shamfull life? and to prorogue it with dishonour, loosing the good report and honourable memory of his noble Ancestours?