Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Mother Bombie · chunk 20 of 34

Lyly, John · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 [1587-1591] (Annals)
comedy · Children of Paul's (first)
unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 501 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.

In the dawning of the day, for about that time by my starting out of my sleep I found it to be, methought I saw a stately piece of beef, with a cape cloak of cabbage, embroidered with pepper, having two honourable pages with hats of mustard on their heads, himself in great pomp sitting upon a cushion of white Brewish, lined with brown Bread, methought being powdered he was much troubled with the salt rheum, & therefore there stood by him two great flagons of sack and beer, the one to dry up his rheum, the other to quench his choler, I as one envying his ambition, hungering and thirsting after his honour, began to pull his cushion from under him, hoping by that means to give him a fall, & with putting out my hand awaked, & found nothing in all this dream about me but the salt rheum. A dream for a butcher. Soft let me end it, than I slumbered again, & methought there came in a leg of mutton. What all gross meat, a rack had been dainty. Thou fool how could it come in, unless it had been a leg, methought his hose were cut & drawn out with parsley, I thrust my hand into my pocket for a knife thinking to hox him, and so awaked. Belike thou went'st supperless to bed. So I do every night but sundaies, Prisius hath a weak stomach, and therefore we must starve. Well, take this for answer, though the dream be fantastical, they that in the morning sleep dream of eating, are in danger of sickness, or of beating, or shall hear of a wedding fresh a beating. This may be true. Nay then let me come in with a dream, short but sweet, that my mouth waters ever since I waked: methought there sat upon a shelf three damask prunes in velvet caps and priest satin gowns like judges, and that there were a whole handful of curants to be arraigned of a riot, because they clinged together in such clusters, twelve raisins of the sun were impanelled in a jewry, and as a leaf of whole maze which was bailiff was carrying the quest to consult, methought there came an angry cook, and gelded the jewry of their stones, and swept both judges, jurors, rebels and bailiff into a porridge pot, whereat I being melancholy, fetched a deep sigh, that waked myself and my bed fellow. This was devised not dreamt, and the more foolish being no dream, for that dreams excuse the fantasticalness. Then ask my bedfellow, you know him, who dreamed that night that the king of diamonds was sick. But thy years and humours pretty child, are subject to such fancies, which the more unsensible they seem, the more fantastical they are, therefore this dream is easy. To children this is given from the Gods to dream of milk, fruit, babies and rods, they betoken nothing but that wantonness must have rods.
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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 437–449 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 34 in this edition
Length501 words · 641 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T44 — Drinking: wine, ale and taverns at 0.610
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)
In the dawning of the day, for about that time by my starting out of my sleepe I found it to bee, mee thought I sawe a stately peece of beefe, with a cape cloke of cabidge, imbrodered with pepper, hauing two honorable pages with hats of mustard on their heades, himselfe in greate pompe sitting vppon a cushion of white Brewish, linde with browne Breade, me thought being poudred he was much trobled with the salt rume, & therfore there stood by him two great flagons of sacke and beere, the one to drie vp his rume, the other to quench his cholar, I as one enuying his ambition, hungring and thirsting after his honor, began to pull his cushiō frō vnder him, hoping by that means to giue him a fall, & with putting out my hand awakt, & found nothing in all this dreame about me but the salt rume. A dreame for a butcher. Soft let me end it, then I slumbred againe, & me thought there came in a leg of mutton. What all grosse meat, a racke had bene daintie. Thou foole how could it come in, vnlesse it had bin a leg, me thought his hose were cut & drawen out with parsly, I thrust my hand into my pocket for a knife thinking to hoxe him, and so awakt. Belyke thou wentst supperlesse to bed. So I doo euerie night but sundaies, Prisius hath a weake stomacke, and therefore we must starue. Well, take this for answere, though the dream be fantasticall, they that in the morning sleep dream of eating, are in danger of sicknesse, or of beating, or shall heare of a wedding fresh a beating. This may be true. Nay then let me come in with a dreame, short but sweet, that my mouth waters euer since I wakt: Me thought there sate vpon a shelfe three damaske prunes in veluet caps and prest satten gownes like indges, and that there were a whole handfull of curants to be araigned of a riot, because they clūged together in such clusters, twelue raisons of the sunne were impannelled in a Iewry, and as a leafe of whole mase which was bailief was carrying the quest to consult, me thought ther came an angrie cooke, and gelded the Iewry of theyr stones, and swept both iudges, iurers, rebels and bailiefe into a porredge pot, whereat I being melancholy, fetcht a deepe sigh, that wakt my selfe and my bed fellow. This was deuisd not dreamt, and the more foolish being no dreame, for that dreames excuse the fantasticalnesse. Then aske my bed-felow, you know him, who dreamt that night that the king of diamonds was sicke. But thy yeeres and humours pretie child, are subiect to such fansies, which the more vnsensible they seeme, the more fantasticall they are, therefore this dream is easie. To children this is giuen from the Gods to dream of milke, fruit, babies and rods, they betoken nothing but that wantons must haue rods.