The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 193 of 205
Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals) tragicomedy; literary play unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Master, Master, do you hear, Sir? Let us call a little at this other door. He hears on neither ear; he is as dead as a door-nail; there is no more life in him, then in my great grandfather, who died some hundred years since. O foul mishap! What will become of us? Hark, hark, madam! what a great mischance is this? O wretch that I am! what do I hear? O, my Master, my master is dead! and with him all my happiness, all my good; he is fall'n headlong down; he is dead; he is dead: and (which is a fearful thing) suddenly dead. O pitiful, pitiful, O horrible sight. Help Sosia, help to gather up these brains, that lie scattered here amongst the stones, and let us put them again into his head. O unfortunate Master! O unlucky day! O sudden and unexpected end! O disconsolate woman that I am! What a thing is this? What vile mishap, that hath thus disturbed our quiet? What mischance can possibly prove so cruel, as that which I now hear? Help me (Lucrecia) to get up this wall, that I may see my sorrow, unless you will have me fill my father's house with cries and skrikes. What? Is all my joy turned into smoke? Is all my pleasure lost? All my glory come to an end? Tristan, what's the matter (my Love) why dost thou weep so bitterly? why take you on so, beyond all measure & reason? I bewail my great misery; I bewail my many sorrows. My Master Calisto hath fall'n from the ladder, and is dead; his head is in three pieces; he died suddenly, and lamentably torn and dashed to pieces; bear this sad message to his new friend, that she must never more expect her pained Lover. Sosia, do thou take up his feet, and let us carry his body hence, that he may not in this place suffer dishonour, though he have suffered death. Let mourning go along with us; let solitariness accompany us; let discomfort wait upon us; let sorrow apparel us; let mourning weeds cover us; and let us put on sad habits. Ay me, of all other the most miserable! So short a time, to possess my pleasure? so soon, to see my sorrows come upon me? madam, tear not your face; rent not your hair: What? but even now all pleasure? and now all sorrow? Out alas! that one, and the selfsame Planet should so suddenly afford an effect so contrary? where is your courage? Fie, what a faint heart have you? pray you arise from the ground; let not your father find you in so suspicious a place: for if you continue thus, you cannot choose but be heard. Why, madam, Madame, I say hear you me? Do you hear, Lady? Of all loves, do not fall any more into these 'swounds. Be as valiant and courageous in enduring your sorrow, as you were hot and hardy in committing your error.
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Master, Master, doe you heare, Sir? Let vs call a little at this other doore. Hee heares on neyther eare; hee is as dead as a doore-nayle; there is no more life in him, then in my great grand-father, who dy'd some hundred yeeres since. O foule mishappe! What will become of vs? Harke, harke, Madame! what a great mischance is this? O wretch that I am! what doe I heare? O, my Master, my master is dead! and with him all my happinesse, all my good; hee is falne headlong downe; hee is dead; hee is dead: and (which is a fearefull thing) suddenly dead. O pittifull, pittifull, O horrible sight. Helpe Sosia, helpe to gather vp these braines, that lye scattered heere amongst the stones, and let vs put them againe into his head. O vnfortunate Master! O vnlucky day! O sudden and vnexpected end! O disconsolate woman that I am! What a thing is this? What vile mishap, that hath thus disturbed our quiet? What mischance can possibly proue so cruell, as that which I now heare? Help mee (Lucrecia) to get vp this wall, that I may see my sorrow, vnlesse you will haue mee fill my fathers house with cryes and skrikes. What? Is all my ioy turned into smoake? Is all my pleasure lost? All my glory come to an end? Tristan, wha'ts the matter (my Loue) why dost thou weepe so bitterly? why take you on so, beyond all measure & reason? I bewaile my great misery; I bewaile my many sorrowes. My Master Calisto hath falne from the ladder, and is dead; his head is in three pieces; hee dyed suddenly, and lamentably torne and dasht to pieces; beare this sad message to his new friend, that she must neuer more expect her pained Louer. Sosia, doe thou take vp his feete, and let vs carry his body hence, that hee may not in this place suffer dishonour, though hee haue suffered death. Let mourning goe along with vs; let solitarinesse accompany vs; let discomfort waite vpon vs; let sorrow apparell vs; let mourning weedes couer vs; and let vs put on sad habits. Ay me, of all other the most miserable! So short a time, to possesse my pleasure? so soone, to see my sorrowes come vpon me? Madame, teare not your face; rent not your hayre: What? but euen now all pleasure? and now all sorrow? Out alas! that one, and the selfe-same Planet should so suddenly affoord an effect so contrary? where is your courage? Fye, what a faint heart haue you? pray you arise from the ground; let not your father find you in so suspitious a place: for if you continue thus, you cannot choose but be heard. Why, Madame, Madame, I say heare you me? Doe you heare, Lady? Of all loues, do not fall any more into these swounds. Be as valiant and couragious in induring your sorrow, as you were hot and hardy in committing your errour.