The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 190 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 0.77 · 404 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Hear me now, I prithee; I will sing alone. You birds, whose warblings prove Aurora draweth near, Go fly, and tell my Love, That I expect him here. The night doth posting move, Yet comes he not again; God grant some other Love Do not my Love detain. The sweetness of thy voice hath ravished me; I cannot endure to let thee live any longer in a pained expectation. O my sweet Mistress, and my life's happiness; what woman could ever be borne into the world, that should be able to deprive thee of thy great deservingness? O interrupted melody! O music suddenly broke oft! O short-timed pleasure! O my dear heart, why didst thou not continue thy harmony, without interrupting thy joy, and complying with both our desires? O pleasing treason; O sweet-sudden passion! What? my Lord? my soul; Is it he? I cannot believe it; where hast thou been, thou bright shining Sun? In what place hast thou hid thy brightness from me? Is it not a pretty while since that thou heard'st me? Why dist thou suffer me to send forth my words into the Air, senseless and foolish as they were, and in this hoarse Swannish voice of mine? look on the Moon, and see how bright she shines upon us: look on the Clouds, and see how speedily they rack away: harken to the gurgling waters of this fountain: how sweet a murmur, and what a pretty kind of purling they make, rushing along these fresh herbs, and pleasant flowers: harken to these high Cypresses, how one bough makes peace with another by the intercession of a mild, gentle, & temperate wind, which moves them to and fro. Behold these silent and quiet shades, how dark they are, and how excellently well prepared for the covering and concealing of our sports. Lucrecia? why, how now friend? what are you doing? art thou turned mad with pleasure? Let me alone with my Love; touch him not, I charge you; do not you pluck and hale him from me; do not burden his body with your heavy arms. Let me enjoy what is mine, you shall not possess any part of my pleasure. Dear Lady, and glory of my life; if you love me, give not over your singing; let not my presence, which glads thee, be of a worse, and more unfortunate condition, than my absence which did grieve thee.
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Heare mee now, I prythee; I will sing alone. You birds, whose warblings prooue Aurora draweth neere, Goe flye, and tell my Loue, That I expect him heere. The night doth poasting mooue, Yet comes hee not againe; God grant some other Loue Doe not my Loue detaine. The sweetnesse of thy voyce hath rauish't mee; I cannot endure to let thee liue any longer in a pained expectation. O my sweet Mistresse, and my lifes happinesse; what woman could euer be borne into the world, that should be able to depriue thee of thy great deseruingnesse? O interrupted melody! O musick suddenly broke oft! O short-timed pleasure! O my deare heart, why didst thou not continue thy harmony, without interrupting thy ioy, and cumplying with both our desires? O pleasing treason; O sweete-sudden passion! What? my Lord? my soule; Is it hee? I cannot beleeue it; where hast thou beene, thou bright shining Sunne? In what place hast thou hid thy brightnesse from me? Is it not a pretty while since that thou heard'st mee? Why dist thou suffer me to send forth my words into the Ayre, senselesse and foolish as they were, and in this hoarse Swannish voyce of mine? looke on the Moone, and see how bright shee shines vpon vs: looke on the Cloudes, and see how speedily they racke away: harken to the gurgling waters of this fountaine: how sweet a murmure, and what a pretty kind of purling they make, rushing along these fresh herbes, and pleasant flowres: harken to these high Cypresses, how one bough makes peace with another by the intercession of a milde, gentle, & temperate wind, which moues them to and fro. Behold these silent and quiet shades, how darke they are, and how excellently well prepar'd for the couering and concealing of our sports. Lucrecia? why, how now friend? what are you doing? art thou turn'd mad with pleasure? Let me alone with my Loue; touch him not, I charge you; doe not you plucke and hale him from me; doe not burthen his body with your heauy armes. Let mee inioy what is mine, you shall not possesse any part of my pleasure. Deare Lady, and glory of my life; if you loue me, giue not ouer your singing; let not my presence, which glads thee, be of a worse, and more vnfortunate condition, then my absence which did grieue thee.