Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Mother Bombie · chunk 4 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 · 480 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.

Her birth requires a better bridegroom than such a groom. And his bringing up another gate marriage than such a minion. Marie gup, I am sure he hath no better bread than is made of wheat, nor worn finer cloth than is made of will, nor learned better manners than are taught in schools. Nor your minx had no better grandfather than a tailor, who (as I have heard) was poor and proud: nor a better father than yourself, unless your wife borrowed a better to make her daughter a Gentlewoman. Twit not me with my ancestors, nor my wives honesty, if thou dost. Hold thy hands still thou hadst best, & yet it is impossible now I remember, for thou hast the palsy My hands shake so, that wert thou in place where, I would teach thee to cog. Nay, if thou shake thy hands, I warrant thou canst not teach any to cog. But neighbour, let not two old fools fall out for two young wantons. Indeed it becometh men of our experience to reason, not rail: to debate the matter, not to combat it. Well, than this isle tell thee friendly, I have almost these two years cast in my head, how I might match my princocks with Stellio's daughter, whom I have heard to be very fair, and know shall be very rich, she is his heir, he dotes, he is stooping old, and shortly must die, yet by no means, either by blessing or cursing can I win my son to be a wooer, which I know proceeds not of bashfulness but stubbornness, for he knows his good though I say it, he hath wit at will: as for his parsonage, I care not who sees him, I can tell you he is able to make a Lady's mouth water if she wink not. Stay Sperantus, this is like my case, for I have been tampering as long to have a marriage committed between my wench and Memphio's only son, they say he is as goodly a youth as one shall see in a Summer's day, and as neat a stripling as ever went on neat's leather, his father will not let him be forth of his sight, he is so tender over him, he yet lies with his mother for catching cold. Now my pretty else, as proud as the day is long, she will none of him, she forsooth will choose her own husband, made marriages prove mad marriages, she will choose with her eye and like with her heart before she consent with her tongue, neither father nor mother, kith nor kin shallbe her carver in a husband, she will fall too where she likes best, and thus the chick scarce out of the shell cackles as though she had been trodden with an hundredth cocks, and mother of a thousand eggs.
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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 74–84 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 34 in this edition
Length480 words · 596 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T33 — Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiations at 0.746
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)
Her birth requires a better bridegrome than such a groome. And his bringing vp another gate marriage than such a minion. Marie gup, I am sure he hath no better bread than is made of wheat, nor worne siner cloth than is made of woll, nor learned better manners than are taught in schooles. Nor your minxe had no better grandfather than a Tailer, who (as I haue heard) was poore and proud: nor a better father than your selfe, vnlesse your wife borrowed a better to make her daughter a Gentlewoman. Twit not me with my ancestors, nor my wiues honestie, if thou doest. Hold thy hands still thou hadst best, & yet it is impossible now I remēber, for thou hast the palsy My handes shake so, that wert thou in place where, I would teach thee to cog. Nay, if thou shake thy hands, I warrant thou canst not teach anie to cog. But neighbour, let not two olde fooles fall out for two yong wantons. Indeed it becōmeth men of our experience to reason, not raile: to debate the matter, not to combat it. Wel, then this Ile tel thee friendly, I haue almost these two yeres cast in my head, how I might match my princockes with Stellios daughter, whom I haue heard to be verie faire, and know shal be verie rich, she is his heire, he doats, he is stooping old, and shortly must die, yet by no meanes, either by blessing or cursing can I win my sonne to be a woer, which I know proceeds not of bashfulnesse but stubbornnesse, for hee knowes his good though I saie it, he hath wit at wil: as for his personage, I care not who sees him, I can tell you he is able to make a Ladies mouth water if she winke not. Stay Sperantus, this is like my case, for I haue bene tampering as long to haue a marriage cōmitted betweene my wench and Memphios only son, they saie he is as goodly a youth as one shall see in a Summers daie, and as neate a stripling as euer went on neats leather, his father will not let him be forth of his sight, he is so tender ouer him, he yet lies with his mother for catching cold. Now my pretie else, as proud as the day is long, she wil none of him, she forsooth wil choose her owne husband, made marriages proue mad marriages, shee will choose with her eie and like with her heart before she consent with her tong, neither father nor mother, kith nor kin shalbe her caruer in a husband, shee will fall too where she likes best, and thus the chicke scarce out of the shell cackles as though she had bene troden with an hundreth cockes, and mother of a thousand egges.