Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Mother Bombie · chunk 2 of 34

Lyly, John · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 [1587-1591] (Annals)
comedy · Children of Paul's (first)
unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 473 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.

Then boy hast thou a quick wit, and I a slow tongue, but what is't? Marie either you would have your wives tongue in your son's head, that he might be a prating fool, or his brains in her brain pan, that she might be a foolish scold. Thou dreamest Dromio, there is no such matter, thou knowest I have kept him close, so that my neighbours think him to be wise, and her to be temperate, because they never heard them speak. Well. Thou knowest that Stellio hath a good farm and a fair daughter, yea so fair, that she is mewed up, and only looketh out at the windows, lest she should by some roisting courtier be stolen away. So sir. Now if I could compass a match between my son and Stellio's daughter by conference of us parents, and without theirs, I should be blessed, he cozened, and thou for ever set at liberty. A singular conceit. Thus much for my son. Now for my wife, I would have this kept from her, else shall I not be able to keep my house from smoke, for let it come to one of her ears, & then woe to both mine: I would have her go to my house into the Country whilst we conclude this, and this once done, I care not if her tongue never have done: these if thou canst effect, thou shalt make thy master happy. Think it done, this noddle shall coin such new device as you shall have your son married py tomorrow. But take heed, that neither the father nor the maid speak to my son, for then his folly will mar all. Lay all the ear on me, Sublevabo te onere, I will rid you of a fool. Wilt thou rid me for a fool? Tush, quarrel not. Then for the dowry, let it be at least two hundredth ducats, and after his death the farm. What else? Then let us in, that I may furnish thee with some better counsel, and my son with better apparel. Let me alone, I lack but a wag more to make of my counsel, and than you shall see an exquisite cozenage, & the father more fool than the son. But hear you sir, I forgot one thing. What's that? Nay, Expellas furca licet vsque recurret. What's the meaning? Why though your son's folly be thrust up with a pair of horns on a fork, yet being natural it will have his course. I pray thee no more, but about it. Risio, my daughter is passing amiable, but very simple. You mean a fool sir. Faith I imply so much. Then I apply it fit: the one she takes of her father, the other of her mother, now you may be sure she is your own.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayMother Bombie
AuthorLyly, John
Publication year (edition)1594
First performance / composition (Annals)1591 [1587-1591]
First performance (BritDrama)1589 [1587-1590]
Company (BritDrama)Children of Paul's (first)
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 239 · TCP A06622 · DEEP 192
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 25–51 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 2 of 34 in this edition
Length473 words · 602 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T33 — Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiations at 0.809
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Then boy hast thou a quicke wit, and I a slow tongue, but what ist? Marie either you would haue your wiues tong in your sons head, that he might bee a prating foole, or his braines in hir brain pan, that she might be a foolish scold. Thou dreamst Dromio, there is no such matter, thou knowest I haue kept him close, so that my neighbors thinke him to be wise, and her to be temperate, because they neuer heard them speake. Well. Thou knowest that Stellio hath a good farme and a faire daughter, yea so faire, that she is mewed vp, and onely looketh out at the windows, least she should by some roisting courtier be stollen away. So sir. Now if I could compasse a match between my sonne and Stellios daughter by conference of vs parents, and without theirs, I should be blessed▪ he coosned, and thou for euer set at libertie. A singular conceit. Thus much for my sonne. Nowe for my wife, I would haue this kept from her, else shal I not be able to keepe my house from smoake, for let it come to one of her eares, & then wo to both mine: I would haue her goe to my house into the Countrie whilest we conclude this, and this once done, I care not if her tong neuer haue done: these if thou canst effect, thou shalt make thy master happie. Thinke it done, this noddle shall coin such new deuice as you shall haue your sonne marryed py to morrow. But take heed, that neither the father nor the maide speak to my sonne, for then his folly will marre all. Lay all the eare on mee, Subleuabo te onere, I will rid you of a foole. Wilt thou rid me for a foole? Tush, quarrell not. Then for the dowrie, let it bee at least two hundreth ducats, and after his death the farme. What else? Then let vs in, that I may furnish thee with some better counsell, and my sonne with better apparell. Let me alone, I lacke but a wagge more to make of my counsell, and then you shall see an exquisite coosnage, & the father more foole than the sonne. But heare you sir, I forgot one thing. Whats that? Nay, Expellas furca licet vsque recurret. Whats the meaning? Why though your sons folly bee thrust vp with a paire of hornes on a forke, yet being naturall it will haue his course. I praie thee no more, but about it. Risio, my daughter is passing amiable, but verie simple. You meane a foole sir. Faith I implie so much. Then I apply it fit: the one shee takes of her father, the other of her mother, now you may bee sure she is your owne.