Bear heavy full oft, yet they gall in no place. Then he laughed; yea, quoth I, no more words of this For this time; too long we spend here amiss. _Intrat_ SEMPRONIO. SEM. O mother Celestine, I pray God prosper thee. CEL. My son Sempronio, I am glad of our meeting. And, as I hear say, ye go about to seek me? SEM. Of truth, to seek you was mine hither coming. Mother, lay apart now all other thing, And alonely tend to me, and imagine In that that I purpose now to begin. Calisto in the love of fair Melibaea Burneth; wherefore of thee he hath great need. CEL. Thou say'st well, knowest not me Celestina? I have the end of the matter, and for more speed Thou shalt wade no farther; for of this deed I am as glad, as ever was the surgeon For salves for broke heads to make provision. And so intend I to do to Calisto: To give him hope and assure him remedy; For long hope to the heart much trouble will do. Wherefore to the effect thereof I will hie. SEM. Peace, for methinketh Calisto is nigh. _Intrat_ CALISTO _et_ PARMENO. CAL. Parmeno. PAR. What say you? CAL. Wottest who is here? Sempronio! that reviveth my cheer. PAR. It is Sempronio, with that old bearded whore. Be ye they my master so sore fordoth long?[45] CAL. Peace, I say, Parmeno, or go out of the door! Comest thou to hinder me? then dost thou me wrong; I pray thee help for to make me more strong, To win this woman: else, gods forbode, She hath equal power of my life under God. PAR. Wherefore to her do ye make such sorrow? Think ye in her arse there is any shame? The contrary who telleth you, be never his borrow; For as much she glorifieth her in her name, To be called an old whore, as ye would of fame. Dogs in the street and children at every door Bark and cry out, There goeth an old whore! CAL. How knowest all this? dost thou know her? PAR. Yea that [I do time long][46] agone For a false whore, the devil overthrow her! My mother, when she died, gave me to her alone, And a starker bawd was there never none. For that I know I dare well say:[47] Let see the contrary who can lay. I have been at her house and seen her trinkets For painting; things innumerable; Squalms and balms; I wonder where she gets The things that she hath with folks for to fable, And to all bawdry ever agreeable. Yet worse than that, which will never be laft, Not only a bawd, but a witch by her craft. CEL. Say what thou wilt, son, spare not me. SEM. I pray thee, Parmeno, leave thy malicious envy. [_Calisto goes aside_. PAR. Hark hither, Sempronio, here is but we three; In that I have said canst thou deny? GAL. Come hence, Parmeno, I love not this, I; And, good mother, grieve you not, I you pray. My mind I shall show now, hark what I say.