The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 189 of 205
Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals) tragicomedy; literary play T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.81 · 441 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
O Tristan! thou discreet young man; more hast thou spoken then could be expected from one of thy years. A shrewd suspicion hast thou raised in me, and I fear me too true; but because we are hard by the garden, and our Master is close at our heels, let us break off this discourse, which is too large for the present, and defer it to some fitter opportunity. Do you hear there? Set up the ladder, and see you make no noise; for methinks I hear my Mistress tongue. Sure it is she, she is talking to somebody, whoe'er it be. I will get me up to the top of the wall, and there will I stand hearkening awhile, to see if I can hear from her any good token of her love to me, in this my absence. Sing on (Lucrecia) if thou lov'st me; I prithee sing on; for it does my heart good to hear thee; sing on, I say, till my Lord come. Be not too loud, and let us go aside into this green walk, that they that pass by may not hear us. O that I kept the Key, Which opes to these fair flowers, To pluck them day by day, When you do leave these bowers. The Lilies and the Roses, Put on their newest colours, And when thy Love reposes, They breathe their freshest odours. O how sweet is thy music to mine ears! it makes my heart even to melt and dissolve for joy. I prithee give not over. Sweet is the fount, the place, I drank at, being dry; More sweet Calisto's face, In Melibea's eye. And though that it be night, His sight my heart will cheer, And when he down shall light, O how I'll clip my deer! The Wolf for joy doth leap, To see the Lambkins move, The Kid joys in the teat, And thou joyest in thy Love. Never was loving wight, Of's friend desired so; ne'er Walks of more delight, Nor nights more free from woe. Friend Lucrecia, methinks, I see that which thou singest, represented most lively unto me; methinks, I see him as perfectly with these mine eyes, as if he stood just before me. Go on; for thou dost exceeding well, and with an excellent Air: I will bear a part with thee, and help thee as well as I can. Sweet trees who shade this mould Of earth, your heads down bend, When you those eyes behold Of my best-loved friend. Fair stars whose bright appear, Doth beautify the sky, Why wake ye not my dear, If he asleeping lie?
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O Tristan! thou discreete young man; more hast thou spoken then could be expected from one of thy yeeres. A shrewd suspition hast thou raised in mee, and I feare mee too true; but because wee are hard by the garden, and our Master is close at our heeles, let vs breake off this discourse, which is too large for the present, and deferre it to some fitter opportunity. Doe you heare there? Set vp the ladder, and see you make no noyse; for mee thinkes I heare my Mistresse tongue. Sure it is shee, she is talking to some body, who e'r it be. I will get me vp to the top of the wall, and there will I stand harkning awhile, to see if I can heare from her any good token of her loue to mee, in this my absence. Sing on (Lucrecia) if thou lou'st mee; I prythee sing on; for it does my heart good to heare thee; sing on, I say, till my Lord come. Be not too loud, and let vs goe aside into this greene walke, that they that passe by may not heare vs. O that I kept the Key, Which opes to these faire flowers, To plucke them day by day, When you doe leaue these bowers. The Lillies and the Roses, Put on their newest colours, And when thy Loue reposes, They breathe their freshest odours. O how sweet is thy musick to mine eares! it makes my heart euen to melt and dissolue for ioy. I prythee giue not ouer. Sweete is the fount, the place, I dranke at, being drie; More sweete Calisto's face, In Melibea's eye. And though that it be night, His sight my heart will cheere, And when hee downe shall light, O how I'll clippe my Deare! The Wolfe for ioy doth leape, To see the Lambkinnes mooue, The Kidde ioyes in the teate, And thou ioy'st in thy Loue. Neuer was louing wight, Of's friend desired so; Ne'r Walkes of more delight, Nor nights more free from woe. Friend Lucrecia, me thinkes, I see that which thou singest, represented most liuely vnto me; me thinks, I see him as perfectly with these mine eyes, as if hee stood iust before mee. Goe on; for thou dost exceeding well, and with an excellent Ayre: I will beare a part with thee, and helpe thee as well as I can. Sweet trees who shade this mold Of earth, your heads downe bend, When you those eyes behold Of my best-loued friend. Faire starres whose bright appeare, Doth beautifie the skye, Why wake yee not my Deare, If he asleeping lie?