Show nothing thereof unto this knight, Lest he would report me cruel and furious. I trust thee now be true, for thoughts be light. CEL. I marvel greatly thou dost me so atwite Of the doubt, that thou hast of my secretness: As secret as thyself I shall be doubtless. And to Calisto with this girdle Celestina Shall go, and his leady heart make whole and light. For Gabriel to our lady with Ave Maria Came never gladder than I shall to this knight. Calisto, how wilt thou now sit upright? I have showed thy water to thy physician: Comfort thyself: the field is half-won. [_Aside_. MEL. Mother, he is much beholden unto thee. CEL. Fair maiden, for the mercy thou hast done to us This knight and I both thy beadfolks shall be. MEL. Mother, if need be, I will do more than thus. CEL. It shall be needful to do so and righteous; For this thus begun must needs have an end, Which never can be without ye condescend. MEL. Well, mother, to-morrow is a new day:[70] I shall perform that I have you promised. Show to this sick knight in all that I may. Bid him be bold in all things honest, And though he to me as yet be but a guest, If my word or deed his health may support, I shall not fail; and thus bid him take comfort. [_Exit Melibaea_. CEL. Now, Christ comfort thee, and keep thee in thy need! Now say you, now is not this matter carried clear? Cannot old Celestina her matter speed? A thing not well handled is not worth a bean. Now know ye by the half tale what the whole doth mean: These women at the first be angry and furious: Fair weather cometh after storms tempestuous. And now to Calisto I will me dress, Which lieth now languishing in great pain, And show him that he is not remediless; And bear him this to make him glad and fain; And handle him, so that ye shall see plain, That I am well worthy to bear the name, For to be called a noble arch dame. [_Exit_. _Intrat_ DANIO _pater_ MELIBAEAE. O marvellous God, what a dream had I to-night! Most terrible vision to report and hear! I had never none such, nor none yearthly wight. Alas! when I think thereon, I quake for fear; It was of Melibaea, my daughter dear. God send me good tidings of her shortly, For, till I hear from her, I cannot be merry. _Intrat_ MELIBAEA.