The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 166 of 205
Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals) tragicomedy; literary play unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 425 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
O wretch that I am; Is't you, my Elicia? I can hardly believe it. But what means this? Who hath clothed thee thus in sorrow? What mourning weed is this? Believe me (Cousin) you much affright me. Tell me quickly, what's the matter? For I long to know it. O, what a qualm comes over my stomach! Thou hast not left me one drop of blood in my body. Great sorrow, great loss; that which I show, is but little to that which I feel and conceal. My heart is blacker than my mantle; my bowels, than my veil. Ah, Cousin, Cousin; I am not able to speak through hoarseness; I cannot for sobbing, send my words from out my breast. Ay miserable me; why dost thou hold me in suspense? Tell me, tell me, I say, do not you tear your hair, do not you scratch and martyr your face; deal not so ill with yourself. Is this evil common to us both? Appertains it also unto me? Ay, my Cousin! my dear Love, Sempronio and Parmeno are now no more; they live not; they are no longer of this world; dead, alas they are dead. What dost thou tell me? No more I entreat thee; for pity hold thy peace, lest I fall down dead at thy feet. There is yet more ill news to come unto thine ears. Listen well to this woeful wight, and she shall tell thee a longer Tale of woe; thy sorrows have not yet their end; Celestina, she whom thou knewst well; she whom I esteemed as my Mother; she who did cocker me as her child, she who did cover all my infirmities; she, who made me to be honoured amongst my equals; she by whose means I was known thorough all the City and suburbs of the same, stands now rendering up an account of all her works. I saw her with these eyes stabbed in a thousand places. They slew her in my lap, I folding her in mine arms. O strong tribulation! O heavy news worthy our bewailing! O swift-footed misfortunes! O incurable destruction▪ O irreparable loss! O how quickly hath fortune turned about her wheel! Who slew them? How did they die? Thou hast made me almost besides myself with this thy news, and to stand, amazed as one, who hears a thing that seems to be impossible. It is not eight days ago since I saw them all alive. Tell me (good friend) How did this cruel and unlucky chance happen?
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O wretch that I am; Is't you, my Elicia? I can hardly beleeue it. But what meanes this? Who hath cloath'd thee thus in sorrow? What mourning weede is this? Beleeue mee (Cousin) you much afright mee. Tell me quickly, what's the matter? For I long to know it. O, what a qualme comes ouer my stomack! Thou hast not left me one drop of bloud in my body. Great sorrow, great losse; that which I shew, is but little to that which I feele and conceale. My heart is blacker then my mantle; my bowels, then my veyle. Ah, Cousin, Cousin; I am not able to speake through hoarsenesse; I cannot for sobbing, send my words from out my brest. Ay miserable mee; why dost thou hold me in suspence? Tell mee, tell mee, I say, doe not you teare your hayre, doe not you scratch and martyre your face; deale not so ill with your selfe. Is this euill common to vs both? Appertaines it also vnto mee? Ay, my Cousin! my deare Loue, Sempronio and Parmeno are now no more; they liue not; they are no longer of this world; dead, alasse they are dead. What dost thou tell mee? No more I intreat thee; for pitty hold thy peace, lest I fall downe dead at thy feet. There is yet more ill newes to come vnto thine eares. Listen well to this wofull wight, and shee shall tell thee a longer Tale of woe; thy sorrowes haue not yet their end; Celestina, shee whom thou knewst well; shee whom I esteemed as my Mother; shee who did cocker mee as her childe, shee who did couer all my infirmities; shee, who made me to be honoured amongst my equals; shee by whose meanes I was knowne thorow all the City and suburbs of the same, stands now rendring vp an account of all her works. I saw her with these eyes stabb'd in a thousand places. They slew her in my lap, I folding her in mine armes. O strong tribulation! O heauy newes worthy our bewayling! O swift-footed misfortunes! O incurable destruction▪ O inrreparable losse! O how quickly hath fortune turned about her wheele! Who slew them? How did they dye? Thou hast made mee almost besides my selfe with this thy newes, and to stand, amazed as one, who heares a thing that seemes to be impossible. It is not eight dayes agoe since I saw them all aliue. Tell me (good friend) How did this cruell and vnlucky chance happen?