The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 201 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 · 459 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
why let me remain here alone, and have nobody to help me in the unsheathing of my sorrows? In this, ye women have a great advantage of us that are men; for some violent grief can make you go out of the world without any pain; or at least cast you into a swoon, which is some ease to your sorrows. O the hard heart of a father, why dost thou not burst with grief? why do not your heartstrings crack in sunder, to see thyself bereaved of thy beloved heir? For whom didst thou build these Turrets? For whom got I honours? For whom planted trees? For whom built ships? O hard-hearted earth, why dost thou bear me any longer? Where shall my disconsolate old age find any resting place? O variable fortune, and full of change, thou ministress, and high Stewardess of all temporal happiness; Why didst thou not execute thy cruel anger upon me? Why didst thou not overwhelm him with thy mutable waves, who professes himself to be thy subject? Why didst thou not rob me of my patrimony? Why didst thou not set fire on my house? Why didst thou not lay waste mine inheritance? Why didst thou not strip me of my great revenues? What is't I would not thou shouldst have done, so as thou hadst left me that flourishing young plant, over which thou ought'st not to have had such power? Thou might'st, O fortune (fluctuant, and fluent as thou art) have given me a sorrowful youth, and a mirthful age; neither have therein perverted order. Better could I have borne thy blow, better endured thy persecutions, in that my more strong, and Oaky age, then in this my weak and feeble declining. O life fulfilled with grief, and accompanied with nought but misery! O world, world! much have men spoken of thee, much have men writ concerning thy deceits; and much have I heard myself: And mine own woeful experience is able to say something of thee, as one who have been in the unfortunate fair, and have often bought and sold with thee, but never had any thing that succeeded happily with me. As one who many a time heretofore, even to this present hour, have silenced thy false properties, and all because I would not purchase thy displeasure, and pull thy hatred upon me: and that thou shouldst not untimely pluck this flower from me, which this day thou hast cropped by the mightiness of thy power. And therefore now will I go without fear, like one that hath nothing to lose; or as one to whom thy company is now odious and troublesome; or like a poor traveler, who fearless of thieves, goes singing on his way.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
why let mee remaine heere alone, and haue no body to help me in the vnsheathing of my sorrowes? In this, yee women haue a great aduantage of vs that are men; for some violent griefe can make you goe out of the world without any paine; or at least cast you into a swound, which is some ease to your sorrowes. O the hard heart of a father, why dost thou not burst with griefe? why doe not your heart-strings crack in sunder, to see thy selfe bereau'd of thy beloued heyre? For whom didst thou build these Turrets? For whom got I honours? For whom planted trees? For whom built ships? O hard-hearted earth, why dost thou beare me any longer? Where shall my disconsolate old age finde any resting place? O variable fortune, and full of change, thou Ministresse, and high Stewardesse of all temporall happinesse; Why didst thou not execute thy cruell anger vpon mee? Why didst thou not ouerwhelme him with thy mutable waues, who professes himselfe to be thy subiect? Why didst thou not rob mee of my patrimony? Why didst thou not set fire on my house? Why didst thou not lay waste mine inheritance? Why didst thou not strip mee of my great reuenewes? What is't I would not thou shouldst haue done, so as thou hadst left mee that flourishing young plant, ouer which thou ought'st not to haue had such power? Thou might'st, O fortune (fluctuant, and fluent as thou art) haue giuen me a sorrowfull youth, and a mirthfull age; neyther haue therein peruerted order. Better could I haue borne thy blowe, better indured thy persecutions, in that my more strong, and Oaky age, then in this my weake and feeble declining. O life fulfill'd with griefe, and accompanied with nought but misery! O world, world! much haue men spoken of thee, much haue men writ concerning thy deceits; and much haue I heard my selfe: And mine owne wofull experience is able to say something of thee, as one who haue bin in the vnfortunate fayre, and haue often bought and sold with thee, but neuer had any thing that succeeded happily with mee. As one who many a time heeretofore, euen to this present houre, haue silenced thy false properties, and all because I would not purchase thy displeasure, and pull thy hatred vpon mee: and that thou shouldst not vntimely plucke this flowre from me, which this day thou hast cropt by the mightinesse of thy power. And therefore now will I goe without feare, like one that hath nothing to lose; or as one to whom thy company is now odious and troublesome; or like a poore traueller, who fearelesse of theeues, goes singing on his way.