The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 200 of 205
Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals) tragicomedy; literary play T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.79 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Why Pleberio? my Lord! what's the matter? why do you weep and snob? and take on in such extreme and violent manner? I have lain ever since in a dead swoon, so was I overcome with grief, when I heard that our daughter was so ill. And now hearing your pitiful lamentations, your loud cryings, your unaccustomed complaints, your mournings and great anguish, they have so pierced my very bowels, made so quick a passage to my heart, and have so quickened and revived my troubled and benumbed senses, that I have now put away the grief, which I entertained: thus one grief drives out another; and sorrow expelleth sorrow. Tell me the cause of your complaint; Why do you curse your honourable old age? Why do you desire death? Why do you tear your milk-white hairs up by the roots? Why do you scratch, and rend your reverend face? Is any ill befallen Melibea? For I pray you tell me; for if she be not well, I cannot live. Out alas! Ay me; (my most noble wife.) Our solace is in the suds; our joy is turned into annoy; all our conceived hopes are utterly lost; all our happiness is quite overthrown; let us now no longer desire to live. And because unexpected sorrows leave a greater impression of grief; and because they may bring thee the sooner to thy grave; as also, that I may not alone by myself bewail that heavy loss which belongs to us both; look out and behold her, whom thou brought'st forth, and I begot, dashed and broken all to pieces. The cause I understood from herself, but laid open more at large, by this her sad and sorrowful servant. Help to lament these our latter days, which are now growing to an end. O ye good people, who come to behold my sorrows, and you Gentlemen, my loving friends, do you also assist to bewail my misery! O my daughter! and my only good! it were cruelty in me, that I should outlive thee. My threescore years were fitter for the grave, than thy twenty; but the order of my dying was altered by that extremity of grief, which did hasten thy end. O ye my boary hairs, grown forth to no other end, save sorrow; it would better have suited with you, to have been buried in the earth, then with these golden tresses which lie here before me. Too too many are the days that I have yet to live; I will complain and cry out against death; I will accuse him of delay; how long will he suffer me to remain here after thee! Let my life now leave me, since I must leave thy sweet company. O my dear wife, rise up from her, and if any life be left in thee, spend that little with me in tears and lamentations, in sobs, and in sighs; but in case thy soul resteth now with hers; if out of very grief, thou hast left this life, why wouldst thou lay this heavy burden on me?
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516 words · 652 tokens · flags: long_node_piece
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.792 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T10 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why Pleberio? my Lord! what's the matter? why doe you weepe and snobbe? and take on in such extreme and violent manner? I haue lyen euer since in a dead swound, so was I ouercome with griefe, when I heard that our daughter was so ill. And now hearing your pittifull lamentations, your loude cryings, your vnaccustomed complaints, your mournings and great anguish, they haue so pierced my very bowels, made so quicke a passage to my heart, and haue so quickned and reuiued my troubled and benummed senses, that I haue now put away the griefe, which I entertained: thus one griefe driues out another; and sorrow expelleth sorrow. Tell mee the cause of your complaint; Why doe you curse your honorable old age? Why do you desire death? Why doe you teare your milke-white hayres vp by the roates? Why doe you scratch, and rend your reuerend face? Is any ill befalne Melibea? For I pray you tell mee; for if shee be not well, I cannot liue. Out alas! Ay mee; (my most noble wife.) Our solace is in the suds; our ioy is turn'd into annoy; all our conceiued hopes are vtterly lost; all our happinesse is quite ouerthrowne; let vs now no longer desire to liue. And because vnexpected sorrowes leaue a greater impression of griefe; and because they may bring thee the sooner to thy graue; as also, that I may not alone by my selfe bewayle that heauy losse which belongs to vs both; looke out and behold her, whom thou broughtst forth, and I begot, dash't and broken all to pieces. The cause I vnderstood from her selfe, but layd open more at large, by this her sadde and sorrowfull seruant. Helpe to lament these our latter daies, which are now growing to an end. O yee good people, who come to behold my sorrowes, and you Gentlemen, my louing friends, doe you also assist to bewayle my misery! O my daughter! and my onely good! it were cruelty in mee, that I should out-liue thee. My threescore yeeres were fitter for the graue, then thy twenty; but the order of my dying was altred by that extremity of griefe, which did hasten thy end. O yee my boary hayres, growne foorth to no other end, saue sorrow; it would better haue suted with you, to haue beene buryed in the earth, then with these golden tresses which lye heere before mee. Too too many are the dayes that I haue yet to liue; I will complaine and cry out against death; I will accuse him of delay; how long will hee suffer mee to remaine heere after thee! Let my life now leaue mee, since I must leaue thy sweet company. O my deare wife, rise vp from her, and if any life be left in thee, spend that little with mee in teares and lamentations, in sobbes, and in sighes; but in case thy soule resteth now with hers; if out of very griefe, thou hast left this life, why wouldst thou lay this heauy burthen on mee?