Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Mother Bombie · chunk 17 of 34

Lyly, John · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 [1587-1591] (Annals)
comedy · Children of Paul's (first)
T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma typicality 0.83 · 485 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.

Very good. Then that I had gotten a young Gentleman that resembled his son in years and favour, that having Accius' apparel should court Silena, whom she finding wise, would after that by small entreaty be won without more words, & so the marriage clapped up by this cozenage, and his son never speak word for himself. Thou boy, so have I done in every point, for the song, the calling her in, & the hoping that another shall woo Accius, and his daughter wed him, I told him this wooing should be tonight, and they early married in the morning, without any words saving to say after the Priest. All this fadges well; now if Halfpenny and Luceo have played their parts, we shall have excellent sport, and here they come. how wrought the wine my lads? How? like wine, for my body being the roundlet, and my mouth the vent, it wrought two days over, till I had thought the hoops of my head would have flown asunder. The best was, our masters were as well whittled as we, for yet they lie by it. The better for us, we did but a little parboil our livers, they have sod theirs in sack these forty years. That makes them spit white broth as they do. But to the purpose. Candius and Livia will send their attires, you must send the apparel of Accius and Silena, they wonder wherefore, but commit the matter to our quadrapartite wit. If you keep promise to marry them by your device, and their parents consent, you shall have ten pounds a piece for your pains. If we do it not we are undone, for we have broached a cozenage already, and my master hath the tap in his hand, that it must needs run out, let them he ruled and bring hither their apparel, and we will determine, the rest commit to our intricate considerations, depart. Here comes Accius tuning his pipes, I perceive my master keeps touch. And here comes Silena with her wit of proof▪ marry it will scarce hold out question shot, let us in to instruct our masters in the que. Come let us be jogging, but wert not a world to hear them woe one another. That shall be hereafter to make us sport, but our masters shall never know it. O Cupid! Monarch over Kings, Wherefore hast thou feet and wings? It is to show how swift thou art, When thou wound'st a tender heart, Thy wings being clipped, and feet held still, Thy Bow so many could not kill. It is all one in Venus' wanton school, Who highest sits, the wiseman or the fool: Fools in loves college Have far more knowledge, To Read a woman over, Than a neat prating lover. Nay, 'tis confessed, That fools please women best. Accius come in and that quickly; what walking without leave?
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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 335–363 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 34 in this edition
Length485 words · 620 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T28 — Marriage-making: weddings, brides and matches cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.827 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T6 · seed 44: T7 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Very good. Then that I had gotten a young Gentleman that resembled his sonne in yeeres and fauour, that hauing Accius apparell should court Silena, whome shee finding wise, would after that by small intreatie be won without mo wordes, & so the marriage clapt vp by this cosnage, and his sonne neuer speake word for himselfe. Thou boy, so haue I done in euerie point, for the song, the calling her in, & the hoping that another shall woo Accius, and his daughter wed him, I told him this wooing should be to night, and they early marryed in the morning, without anie wordes sauing to saie after the Priest. All this fodges well; now if Halfpenie and Luceo haue playde theyr partes, wee shall haue exccellent sporte, and here they come. Howe wrought the wine my lads? How? like wine, for my bodie being the rundlet, and my mouth the vent, it wrought two daies ouer, till I had thought the hoopes of my head woulde haue flowen asunder. The best was, our masters were as well whitled as we, for yet they lie by it. The better for vs, we dyd but a little parboile our liuers, they haue sod theyrs in sacke these fortie yeeres. That makes them spit white broth as they doo. But to the purpose. Candius and Liuia will send their attires, you must send the apparell of Accius and Silena, they wonder wherefore, but commit the matter to our quadrapertit wit. If you keepe promise to marrie them by your deuice, and their parents consent, you shall haue tenne pounds a peece for your paines. If wee doo it not wee are vndone, for we haue broacht a cosnage alreadie, and my master hath the tap in his hand, that it must needs runne out, let thē he ruld and bring hether their apparell, and we wil determine, the rest commit to our intricate considerations, depart. Here comes Accius tuning his pipes, I perceiue my master keepes touch. And here comes Silena with her wit of proofe▪ marie it will scarse holde out question shot, let vs in to instruct our masters in the que. Come let vs be iogging, but wert not a world to heare them woe one another. That shall be hereafter to make vs sport, but our masters shall neuer know it. O Cupid! Monarch ouer Kings, Wherefore hast thou feete and wings? It is to shew how swift thou art, When thou wound'st a tender heart, Thy wings being clip'd, and freete hel'd still, Thy Bow so many could not kill. It is all one in Venus wanton schoole, Who highest sits, the wiseman or the foole: Fooles in loues colledge Hane farre more knowledge, To Reade a woman ouer, Than a neate prating louer. Nay, tis confest, That fooles please women best. Accius come in and that quickly▪ what walking without leaue?