let rewardis go And shew her your greuys in euery case C Ellys were I not worthy to attayn grace But alas sempronio thou taryest to long S Syr god be with you C. Lryst make the strong ¶ The myghty and petdurable god be his gyde As he gydyd the 〈◊〉 kynge in to bedleme From the est by the start and agayn dyd prouyde As they re conduct to retorn to they re own reame So spede my sempronio to quench the leme Of this fyre which my hart doth wast spende And that I may com to my desyryd ende ¶ To pas the tyme now wyll I walk Up and down within myne orchard And to my self go comyn and talke And pray that fortune to me be nothard Longyng to here whether made or mard My message shall return by my seruannt sempronio Thus fare well my lordys for a whyle I wyll go C ¶ Now the blessyng that our lady gaue her sone That same blessyng I gyue now to you all That I com thus homely I pray you of â—…don I am sought and sendfore as a woman vniuersall Celestina of trewth my name is to call Sempronio for me about doth inquere And it was told me I shuld haue found hyin here ¶ I am sure he wyll com hyther anone But the whylyst I shall tell you a prety game I haue a wench of Sempronios a prety one That soiornyth with â—…e Elecea is her name But the last day we were both ny a stark shame For sempronâ—…o wold haue her to hym self seuerell And she louyth one Cryto better or as well ¶ Thys Cryto and Elicea sat drynkyng In my hous and I also makyng mery And as the deuyll wold farr from our thynkyug Sempronio almost cam on vs sodenly But then wrought I my craft of bawdery I bad Cryto go vp and make hymself rome To hyde hym in my chamber among the brome ¶ Then made I Elicea syt doun a sowyng And I wyth my rok began for to spyn As who seyth of sempronio we had no knowyng He knokkyd at the dore and I lete hym in And for a countenaunce I dyd begyn To catch hym in myne armys and seyd see see who kyssyth me Elicea and wyll not kys the ¶ Elicea for a countenaunce made her greuyd And wold not speke but styll dyd sowe why speke ye not quod sempronio be ye meuyd Haue I not a cause quod she no quod he I trow A traytour quod she full well dost thou know where hast thou ben these iii. days fro me That the inpostume and euyll deth take the ¶ Pease myne Elicea quod he why say ye thus Alas why put you your self in this wo The hote fyre of loue so brennyth betwene vs That my hart is wyth yours where euer I go And for .iii. days absens to say to me so In fayth me thynkyth ye be to blame But now hark well for here begynnyth the game ¶ Cryto in my chamber aboue that was hyddyn I thynk lay not easyly and began to romble Sempronio hard that and askyd who was within Aboue in the chamber that so dyd Iomble who quod she a louer of myne may hap ye stomble Quod he on the trewth as many one doth Go vp quod she and loke whether it be soth ¶ well quod he I go nay thought I not so I sayd com sempronio let this foole alone For of thy long absens she is in such wo And half besyde her self and her wyt ny gone well quod he aboue yet ther is one wylt thou know quod I ye quod he I the requere It is a wench quod I sent me by a frere ¶ what frere quod he wilt thou nedê know 〈◊〉 I thaÌ„ It is the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I pray 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 O quod he what a lode hath that woman To bere hym ye â—…uod I though women per case Bere heuy full oftyet they gall in no place Then he laught ye quod I no mo worde of this For this tyme to long we spend here amys Intrat sempronio S ¶ Omoder Lelestyne I pray god prosper the C My son sempronio I am glad of our metyng And as I here say ve go aboute to seke me S Of trouth to seke you was myne hyther coÌ„myng Mother ley a perte now all other thyug And all only tend to me and Imagyn In that that I purpose now to begyn ¶ Calisto in the loue of fayre melebea Burnyth wherfore of the he hath grete nede C Thou seyst well knowyst not me Celestina I haue the end of the matter and for more spede Thou shalte wade no ferther for of this dede I am as glad as euer was the surgyon For saluys for broke hede to make prouysyon ¶ And so intend I to do to Calisto To gyff hym hope and assure hym remedy For long hope to the hart mych troble wyll do wherfore to the effect therof I wyll hye S Peas for me thynkyth Calisto is nye Intrat Calisto et parmeno C Parmeno P. what sey you C. wottyst who is here Sempronio that reuyuyth my chere P ¶ It is sempronio with that old berdyd hore Be ye they my maister so sore for doth long C Peas I sey parmeno or go out of the dore CoÌ„myst thou to hinder me then dost thou me wrong I pray the help for to make me more strong To wyn this woman elle godde forbod She hath equall power of my lyff vnder god P ¶ wherfore to her do ye make such sorow Thynk ye in her ars ther is any shame The contrary who tellyth you be neuer his borrow For as much she gloryfyeth her in her name To be callyd an old hore as ye wold of fame Dogge in the strete and chyldren at euery dore Bark and cry out ther goth an old hore C ¶ how knowyst all this dost thou know her P ye that 〈◊〉 louâ—…th one Cryto better 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 agone For a fals hore the deuyll ouer throw her My moder when she dyed gaue me to her alone And a sterker baud was ther neuer none For that I know I dare well se Let se the coÌ„trary who can ley ¶ I haue bene at her how 's sene her trynkette For payntyng thynge inumerable Squalmys â—…almys I wonder where she gette The thynge that she hath with folke for to fable And to all baudry euer agreable yet wors then that whych wyl neuer be laft Not only a baud but a wych by her craft Ce ¶ Say what thow wylt son spare not me S I pray the permeno lefe thy malycyous enu y P Hark hydyr sempronyo here is but we thre In that I haue sayd canst thou dcnye Ca Com hens permeno I loue not thys I And good mother greue you not I you pray My mynde I shall shew now hark what I say ¶ O notable woman O auncyent vertew O'gloryous hope of my desyryd intent Th ende of my delectable hope to renew My regeneracion to this lyfe present Resurreccon
from deth so excellent Thou art aboue other I desyre humbly To kys thy handes wherin lyeth my remedy ¶ But myne vnworthines makyth resystence yet worship I the ground that thou gost on Beseching the good woman with most reuerens On my payn with thy pyte to loke vppon without thy comfort my lyfe is gone To revyue my dede spryte thou mayst preferr me with the wordes of thy mouth to make or marr me Ce ¶ Sempronio can I lyff with these bonys That thy master gyffyth me here for to ete wordes are but wynd therfore attons Byd hym close his mouth and to his purs get For money makyth marchaunt that must Iet I haue herd his wordes but where be his dedes For w t out money w t me no thyng spedys Ca ¶ what seyth she sewpronio alas my hart bledes That I wyth you good woman mystrust shuld be S syr she thynkyth that money all thyng fedys Then come on sempronio I pray the wyth me And taâ—… here moder a whyle I pray the For where of mystrust ye haue me appelyd haue here my cloke tyll your dout be assoylid S ¶ Now do ye well for wede among corn Nor suspecious w t frynde dyd neuer well Or faythfulnes of worde tornyd to a skorn Makyth mynde doutfull good reason doth tell Ca Lome on sempronio thou gyffyst me good counsell S Go ye before I shall wayt you vppon Farewell mother we wyll come agayn anon P ¶ How sey ye my lordis se ye not this smoke In my maisters eyes y t they do cast The one hath his chayn the other his cloke And I am sure they wyll haue all at last Ensample may be by this y e is past How seruauÌ„tis be dissaytfull in theyr maisters foly Nothyng but for lucre is all theyr bawdry Ce ¶ It pleasyth me parmeno that we to gedyr May speke wherby thou maist se I loue the yet vndeseruyd now thou coÌ„myst hydyr wherof I care not but vertew warnyth me To fle temptacyon folow charyte To do good agayns yll so I rede the Sempronio I wyll helpe thy necessyte ¶ And in tokyn now that it shall so be I pray the among vs let vs haue a â—…ong For where armony is ther is amyte P what a old woman syng Ce. why not among I pray the no lenger the tyme prolong P Go to when thou wylt I am redy Ce Shall I begyn p. ye but take not to hye cantanâ—… ¶ How sey ye now by this lytyll yong fole C For the thyrd parte sempronio we must get After that thy maister shall come to skole To syng the fourth parte y t his purs shall swet For I so craftely the song can set Though thy maister be hors his purs shal syng clere And taught to solf that womans flesh is dere ¶ How seyst to this thou praty parmeno Thou knowyst not the world nor no delytis therin Dost vnderstand me infeyth I tro no Thou art yong inough the game to begyn Thy â—…aisterhath wadyd hymself so farr in And to bryng hym out lyeth not in me old pore P Thou shnldyst sey it lyeth not in me old hore Ce ¶ A hotesona a shame take such a knauâ—… How darst thou wyth me thou boy be so 〈◊〉 M Because such knolege of the I haue Ce why who art p pineno son to albert the old I dwelt w t the by the ryuer where wyne was sold And thy moder I trow hyght claudena That a wyld fyre bren the celestena Ce ¶ But thy â—…oder was as olde a hore as I Lome hydyr thou lytyll fole let me see the A it is euen he by our blyssyd lady what lytyll vrchyn hast forgotyn me wheÌ„ thou layst at my bedde fete how mery were we P A thou old matrone it were almys thou were ded How woldestthou pluk me vp to thy bedde hed ¶ And inbrace me hard vnto thy bely And for thou smelly dyst oldly I ran from the Ce A shamefull horeson fy vppon thefy fy Lome hyther aud now shortly I charge the That all this folysh spekyng thou let be Leue wantonnes of youth than shalt thou do well Folow the doctryne of thy Elders and counsell ¶ To whoÌ„ thy pareÌ„te on whos soulis god haue 〈◊〉 In payn of cursyng bad the be obedyent In payn wherof I command the straytly To much i mastership put not thyne intent No trust is in theym if thyne owen be spent Maysters now adays coveyt to bryng about All for theym self let they re seruantes go without ¶ Thy maiâ—…er men sey and as I thynk he be But lyght karych not who come to his seruyce Faire worde shall not lak but â—…inal rewarde trust me Make sempronio thy frynd in any wyse For he can handle hym in the best gyse Kepe thys for thy profet tell it to none But loke that sempronio and thou be one P ¶ Moder celestyne I wot not what ye meane Calisto is my mayster and so I wyll take hym And as for ryches I deâ—…ye it clene For who so euer with wrong rych doth make hym Soner than he gat it it wyll forsake hym I loue to lyfe in yoyfull pouerte And to serue my 〈◊〉 w t trewth and honeste Ce ¶ â—…roth and honeste â—…e ryches of the name But surete of welth is to haue ryches And after that for to get hym good faâ—…e By report of fryndê thys is truth dowtles Than no such maner frynd can I expÌ„sse As sempronyo for both your ê‘fettê to spede whych lyeth in my handê now yf ye be agreyd ¶ O ê‘meno what a lyfe may we endure Sempronyo louyth the doughter of elyso P And who arusa Ce. lykyst her ê‘ peraduenture I shall get her to the that shall I do P Na moder celystyne I purpose not so A man shuld be coÌ„uersant I here tell wyth them that be yl thynk to do well ¶ Sempronyo hys ensample shall not make me Better nor wors nor hys fautê wyll I hyde But moder celestyne a questyon to the Is not syn a non in one espyed That is drownyd in delyte how shuld he prouyde Agayns vertew to saue hys honeste Ce Lyke a chyld w t out wysdome thou answeryst me ¶ without coÌ„pany mirth can haue non estate vse no slowth nature abhorryth idelnes whych lesyth delyte to nature appropryate In sensnall causys delyght is chefe maistres Specyally recountyng louys bysynes To say thus doth she the tyme thus they pas And soch maner they vse and thus they kys basse ¶ And thus they mete enbrase to gyther what spech what grase what pleys is betwene theim where is she there she goth let vs se whyther Now pleasyd now froward now mume now hem Stryke vp mynstryl w t sawê of loue the old probleÌ„ Syng swete songê now Justê torney Of new inuencyons what conseytê fynd they ¶ Now she goth to mas to morow she coÌ„myth owt Behold her better yonder goth
a cokold I left her alone she comyth turn abowt â—…o thus permeno thou mayst behold Fryndê wyll talk to geder as I haue told wher fore perseyue thou that I sey truly Neuer can be delyte w t out coÌ„pany hic iterum intrat calisto Ca Moder as I promysed to assoyle thy dowt here I gyfe the an C. pesis of gold Ce Syr I promyse you I shall bryng it about All thyng to purpose euyn as ye wold For your reward I wyll do as I shuld Be mery fere nothyng coÌ„tent ye shall be Then moder fare well be dylygent I pray the C ¶ how sayst semptonio haue I done well S ye syr in my mynd most accordyng Ca Then wylt thou do after my councell After this old woman wyll thou be hyeng To remember hast her in euery thyng S Syr I am content as ye coÌ„maund me Ca Then go byd ê‘meno come I pray the ¶ Now god be they re gyddys the poste of my lyfe My relefe fro deth the â—…mbassade of my welth My hope my hap my quyetnes my stryfe My Joy my sorow my sekenes my helth The hope of thys old woman my hart telth That comfort shall come shortly as I Intend Or els come deth make of me an end P ¶ In fayth it makyth no forse nor matter mych Ca what seyst ê‘meno what sayst to we P Mary I say playnly that yonder old wych And sempronio to geder wyll vndo the Ca A yll tongyd wrech wyll ye not see Thynkyst thou lordeyn thou haÌ„delyst me fayre why knaue woldest thow put me now in dyspayre Et exeat calisto P ¶ Lo syrs my master ye se is angry But thys it is tell folys for they re proffyt 〈◊〉 warn theym for they re welth it is but foly For stryk theym on the hele and as moch wyt Shall coÌ„ forth as at theyr forehede to ê‘scyue it Go thy way calesto for on my charge Thy thryft is sealyd vp though thou be at large ¶ O how vnhappy I am to be trem For other men wyn by falsehed flatery I lese for my troth the world doth so ensew Troth is put bak takyn for foly Therfore now I wyll chaunge my copy If I had done as celystyne bad me Lalysto hys mynyon styll wold haue had me ¶ Thys gyuyth me warnyng from hens forward how to dele w t hym for all thyng as he wyll I will the same forward or bakward I will go streyght to hym and folow hym still Say as he sayth be it good or yll And syth these vawde get good prouokyng lechery I trust flatery shall spede as well as bawdery Hic exeat parweno et intret melebea M ¶ I pray you cawe this wowan here neuer syn In fayth to entre here I aw half adrad And yet why so I may boldly com in I am sure frow you all I shall not be had But iesus iesus be these men so wad On wowen as they sey how shuld it be It is but fables and lyes ye way trust ine Intret Celestina C God be here i M. who is ther C. wyl ye bye any thred M ye mary good woder I pray you come in C Lryst saue you fayre mestres god be your spedâ—… And helth be to you all your kyn And mary godde mother that blessyd vyrgyn Preserue prosper your womanly personage Aud well to inioy your yough pusell age ¶ For that tyme pleasurys are most eschyuyd And age is the hospytall of all maner sykenes The restyng place of all thought vnreleuyd The sporte of tyme past the ende of all quiknes Neybour to deth a dry stok wythout swetnes Discomforte disease all age alowith A tre without sap that small charge boweth M ¶ I meruell moder ye speke so much yll Of age that all folke desyre effectuously C They desyre hurt for them self as all of wyll And the cause why they desyre to come therby Is for to lyff for deth is so lothly He that is sorowfull wold lyff to be soryer And he that is old wold lyff to be elder ¶ Fayre damesell who can shew all the hurte of age His werynes feblenes his discontentyng His chyldishnes frowardnes of his rage wrynkelyng in the face lak of syght and heryng Holownes of mouth fall of teth faynt of goyng And worst of all possessyd with pouerte And the lymmys arestyd with debylite M ¶ Moder ye haue takyn grete payn for age wold ye not retorn to the begynnyng C Folys are they that are past they re passage To begyn agayn which be at the endyng For better is possession than the desyryng M I desyre to lyff lengger do I well or no. C That ye desyre well I thynk not so ¶ For as sone goth to market the lambys fell As the shyppe none so old but may lyff a yere And ther is none so yong but ye wot well May dye in a day then no aduauntage is here Betwen youth age y â— matter is clere M wyth thy fablyng thy resonyng I wys I am begylyd but I haue knowen the or thys ¶ Art not celystyne y â— dwellyd by the ryuer sydâ—… C ye for soth M in dede age hath aray the That thou art she now can skant be espyed Me thynkyth by thy fauour thou shuldyst be she Thou art sore chaungid thou mayst beleue me Fayre maydon kepe thou well thys tyme of youth But bewte shall passe at y â— last thys is truth ¶ yet I am not so old as ye iuge me Good moder I ioy much of thyne accoyntanaunce And thy moderly reasons ryght well please me And now I thank the here for thy pastaunce Fare well tyll a nother tyme y t hap may chaunce Agayn that we two may mete to gedyr May hap ye haue bysynes I know not whether C ¶ O angelyk ymage o ê‘le so pÌ„cyous O how thou spekyst it reioysyth me to here Knowist thou not by the deuyne month gracyous That agaynst the infernall feend lucyfe re we shuld not only lyf by bred here But by our good workys wher in I take some payn yf ye know not my mynd now all is in veyn M ¶ Shew me moder hardely all thy nesessite And yf I can I shall prouyde the remedy C My necessite nay god wot it is not for me As for myne I laft it at home surely To ete when I wyll drynk when I am dry And I thank god euer one peny hath be myne To by bred when Ilyst to haue iiii for wyne ¶ Afore I was wyddow I caryd neuer for it For I had wyne ynough of myne owne to sell And w t a tost in wyne by the fyre I coud syt wt. ii dosen soppe the collyk to quell But now w t me it is not so well For I haue nothyng but that is brought me In a pytcher pot of quartys skant thre ¶ Thus I pray god help them that be nedy For I
neuer seasyth But cryeth out of payn that styll encresyth M ¶ How long tyme I pray the hath it holdyn hym Ce I thynk he be xxiiii yeres of age I saw hym born holpe for to fold hym M I demaund the not therof thyne answer aswage I ask the how long in this paynfull rage He hath leyn Ce. of trewth fayr maydyn as he says He hath be in this agony this viii days ¶ But he semyth he had leyn this vii yere Me O how it greuyth me the il of my pacyent Knowyng his agony thy innocency here Unto myne anger thou hast made resistens wherfore thy demaund I graunt in recompens Haue here my gyrdyll the prayer is not redy To morow it shal be come agayn secretly ¶ And moder of these worde passyd betwene vs Shew uothyng therof vnto this knyght Lest he wold report me cruell furyous I trust the now be trew for thougte be lyght Ce I meruell gretly thou dost me so atwyght Of the dout that thou hast of my secretnes As secret as thy self I shall be dowteles ¶ And to calisto w t this gyrdle celestina Shall go and his ledy hart make hole lyght For gabriell to our lady w t aue maria Came neuer gladder than I shall to this knyght Calisto how wylt thou now syt vp ryght I haue shewid thy water to thy phesycyon Comfort thy self the feld is half won M ¶ Moder he is much beholdyn vnto the Ce Fayr maydyn for the mercy thou hast done to vs This kâ—…yght I both thy bedfolkis shall be M Moder yf nede be I wyll do more than thus Ce It shal be nedefull to do so ryghteous For this thus begon must nedis haue an ende which neuer can be wtout ye condescend Me ¶ well mother to morow is a new day I shall performe that I haue you promest Shew to this seke knyght in all that I may Byd him be bold in all thyngis honest And though he to me as yet be but a gest If my word or dede his holth may support I shall not fayle and thus byd him take comfort Et exeat melebea Ce ¶ Now cryst comfort y e kepe the in thy nede Now say you now is not this matter caryed clene Can not old celestina her matter spede A thing not well handlyd is not worth a bene Now know ye by yeâ—…alf tale what y e hole doth â—…eane These women at the furst be angry furyous Fayre we ther comyth after stormys tempestyous ¶ And now to calisto I wyll me dres which lyeth now languyshyng in grete payn And shew hym that he is not remedyles And bere hym this to make hym glad and fayn And handyll hym so that ye shall sey playn That I am well worthy to bere the name For to be callyd a noâ—…le arche dame Danio pateâ—… melebee ¶ O meruelous god what a dreme had I to nyght Most terryble vysy on to report and here I had neuer none such nor none yerthely wyght Alas when I thynk theron I quak for fere It was of melebeâ—… my doughter dere God send me good tythyuge of her shortly For tyll I here from her I can not be mery M ¶ O dere father nothyng may me more displease Nothyng may do me more anoyans Nothyng may do me gretter disease Than to se you father in any perturbans For me chefly or for any other chauns But for me I pray you not to be sad For I haue no cause but to be mery and glad Da ¶ O swete melebea my doughter dere I am replete with â—…oy and felycyte For that ye be now in my presens here As I perceyue in Ioy prosperite From deth to lyfe me thynkyth it reuyuyth 〈◊〉 For the ferefull dreme y â— I had lately M what dreme syr was that I pray you hertely D ¶ Dowtles me though y t I was walkyng In a fayre orchard where were placys two The one was a hote â—…ath holsome pleasyng To all people that dyd repayre therto To wasâ—…h them clenâ—… them from sekenes also The other a pyt of foule stynkyng water shortely they dyed all that ther in did enter ¶ And vnto this holesome bath me thought y â— ye In the ryght path were coÌ„myng 〈◊〉 But before that me thought that I dyd see A foule rough bych aprikeryd cur it was whych strakyng her body along on the gras And w t her tayle lykkyd her so that she Made her selfe a fayre spaniell to be ¶ Thys bych then me thought met you in the way Leppyng fawnyng vppon you a pase And rownd a bowt you dydrenne play whych made you then dysport solas whych lykyd you so well y t in short space The way to the hote bath anon ye left it And toke the streyght way to the foule pyt ¶ And euer ye lokyd continually vppon that same bych somoth her eyed That ye cain to the fonle pyt brynk sodeynly Lvke to haue fallyn in to haue bene dystroyed whych when I saw anon than I cryed Stertyng in my slepe therw t dyd awake That yet for fere me thynk my body doth quaks ¶ was not this a fcrefull dreme meruelous I pray you doughter what thynk ye now to this Hic meseâ—…ea certo tempore noÌ„â—…oquitÌ„ sed uustu 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 why speke ye not why be ye now so studious Is there any thyng y â— hath chauncyd you 〈◊〉 I am your father tell me what it is M A las now your dreme whych ye haue expressyd ¶ Hath made me all pensyfe sore abasshyd I pray you dere doughter now tell me why M Sir I know the canse of your vision And what your dredefull dreme doth signyfye Ther of wold I fayn now haue noticion M Alas dere fadeâ—… alas what haue I done Offendyd god as a wrech vnworthy D wherein dyspayre not god is full of mercy Et genuflectat ¶ Than on my knees now I fall downe And of god chefely askyng forgyfnes And next of you for in to oblyuyon I haue put your doctryne lessons dowtles D Fere not doughter I am not merciles I trust ye haue not so gretly offendyd But that ryght well it may be amendyd M ¶ ye haue fosterid me vp full louyngly In verteous disâ—…plyne whych is the ryght path To all grace vertâ—…w whych doth sygnyfye By your dreme yâ—â—…ayre plesaunt holesome bath The foule pyt whereof ye dremyd which hath Destroyd so many betokneth â—…yse syn In whych alas Thad almost fallyn In ¶ The prikyeryd curr the foule â—…ych which made her self so smoth fayre to see Betokenyth an old quene a baudy wych Lallyd celystyne that wo myght she be whych w t her fayre worde ay so â—…swadydme That she had almost brought me here vnto To fulfyll the foule lust of calisâ—… D ¶ Alas dere doughter I taught you a lesson whâ—…ch way ye shuld attayn vnto vertew That was euery