The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 164 of 205
Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals) tragicomedy; literary play T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin typicality 0.77 · 452 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
Who is that, brother? Come hither and see her, before she be past. Seest thou that mournful maid, which wipes the tears from her eyes? That is Elicia, Celestina's servant, and Sempronio's friend: she is a good, pretty, handsome, well-favoured wench, though now (poor soul) she be left to the wide world, and forsaken of all. For she accounted Celestina her mother, and Sempronio her chiefest and best friend. And in that house, where you see her now enter, there dwells a very fair woman, she is exceeding well-favoured, very fresh and lovely, she is half Courtesan; yet happy is he, and counts himself so to be, that can purchase her favour at an easy rate, and win her to be his friend. Her name is Areusa, for whose sake, I know, that unfortunate and poor Parmeno endured many a miserable night. And I know, that she (poor soul) is nothing pleased with his death. What ails my Cousin, that she cries, and takes on as she does? It may be she hath already heard of that ill news, which I came to bring her: if she have, I shall have no reward of her for my heavy tidings. So, weep, weep on, weep thy bellyful; let thine eyes break their banks, and overflow thy bosom with an eternal deluge; for two such men were not everywhere to be had; it is some ease yet unto me, that she so resents the matter, and hath so true a feeling of their deaths. Do, tear, and rent thy hair, as (I poor soul) have done before thee: and think, and consider with thyself, that to fall from a happy life, is more miserable than death itself. O how I hug her in my heart! How much more, than ever heretofore, do I now love her; that she can express her passion in such lively colours, and paint forth sorrow to it's perfect and true life! Get thee out of my house, thou ruffianly Rascal; thou lying companion; thou cheating Scoundrel; thou hast deluded me, thou Villain; thou hast played bob-fool with me, by thy vain and idle offers; and with thy fair words and flattering speeches (A pocks on that smooth tongue of thine!) thou hast robbed me of all that I have. I gave thee (you Rogue) a jerkin and a Cloak, a Sword and a Buckler, and a couple of Shirts, wrought with a thousand devices, all of needlework; I furnished▪ thee with arms and a Horse, and placed thee with such a Master, as thou wast not worthy to wipe his shoes. And now that I entreat thee to do a business for me, thou makest a thousand frivolous excuses.
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Who is that, brother? Come hither and see her, before she be past. Seest thou that mournefull mayd, which wipes the teares from her eyes? That is Elicia, Celestina's seruant, and Sempronio's friend: she is a good, pretty, handsome, wel-fauoured wench, though now (poore soule) hee be left to the wide world, and forsaken of all. For shee accounted Celestina her mother, and Sempronio her chiefest and best friend. And in that house, where you see her now enter, there dwels a very fayre woman, she is exceeding wel-fauoured, very fresh and louely, she is halfe Courtezane; yet happy is hee, and counts himselfe so to be, that can purchase her fauour at an easie rate, and winne her to be his friend. Her name is Areusa, for whose sake, I know, that vnfortunate and poore Parmeno indured many a miserable night. And I know, that shee (poore soule) is nothing pleased with his death. What ayles my Cousin, that shee cries, and takes on as shee does? It may be shee hath already heard of that ill newes, which I came to bring her: if she haue, I shall haue no reward of her for my heauy tydings. So, weepe, weepe on, weepe thy belly-full; let thine eyes breake their banks, and ouerflow thy bosome with an eternall deluge; for two such men were not euery where to be had; it is some ease yet vnto mee, that shee so risents the matter, and hath so true a feeling of their deaths. Doe, teare, and rent thy hayre, as (I poore soule) haue done before thee: and thinke, and consider with thy selfe, that to fall from a happy life, is more miserable then death it selfe. O how I hugge her in my heart! How much more, then euer heeretofore, doe I now loue her; that she can expresse her passion in such liuely colours, and paint forth sorrow to it's perfect and true life! Get thee out of my house, thou ruffianly Rascall; thou lying companion; thou cheating Scoundrell; thou hast deluded mee, thou Villaine; thou hast plai'd bob-foole with mee, by thy vaine and idle offers; and with thy faire words and flattering speaches (A pocks on that smooth tongue of thine!) thou hast rob'd me of all that I haue. I gaue thee (you Rogue) a Ierkin and a Cloake, a Sword and a Buckler, and a couple of Shirts, wrought with a thousand deuices, all of needle-worke; I furnished▪ thee with armes and a Horse, and placed thee with such a Master, as thou wast not worthy to wipe his shooes. And now that I intreat thee to do a businesse for mee, thou makest a thousand friuolous excuses.