Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Mother Bombie · chunk 25 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 · 481 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.

How chance Dromio bid me? Ah thy son will be begged for a concealed fool. Will I, i'faith sir no. Wherefore came you hither Silena without leave? Because I did, and I am here because I am. Poor wench, thy wit is improved to the uttermost. ay, 'tis an hard matter to have a wit of the old rent, every one racks his commons so high. Dromio told me that one should meet Stellio's daughter, and court her in person of my son. Risio told me one should meet Memphio's son, and plead in place of my daughter. But alas I see that my son hath met with Silena himself, and bewrayed his folly. But I see my daughter hath prattled with Accius, and discovered her simplicity. A brave cry to hear the two old mules weep over the young fools. Accius how likest thou Silena. I take her to be pregnant. Truly his talk is very personable. Come in girl, this gear must be fetched about. Come Accius, let us go in. Nay sir there is no harm done, they have neither bought nor sold, they may be twins for their wits and years. But why didst thou tell me it was Prisius' son? Because I thought thee a fool, to ask who thine own son was. And so sir for your daughter, education hath done much, otherwise they are by nature soft witted enough. Alas their joints are not yet tied, they are not yet come to years and discretion. Father, if my hands be tied shall I grow wise? I and Silena to, if you tie them fast to your tongues. You may take your pleasure of my tongue, for it is no man's wife. Come in Accius. Come in Silena, I will talk with Memphio's son, but as for Risio. As for Dromio. Ass for you all four, How goes the world, now we have made all sure, Candius and Livia are married, their fathers consenting, yet not knowing. We have flat marred all, Accius and Silena courted one another, their fathers took them napping, both are ashamed, and you both shall be swinged. Tush, let us alone, we will persuade them that all falls out for the best, for if underhand this match had been concluded, they both had been cozened, and now seeing they find both to be fools, they may be both better advised. But why is Halfepenle so sad? Because I am sure I shall never be a penny. Rather pray there be no fall of money, for thou wilt then go for a que. But did not the two fools currently court one another. Very good words fitly applied, brought in in the nick. I arrest you. Me sir, why then didst not bring a stool with thee, that I might sit down? He arrests you at my suit for a horse.
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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 595–633 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 34 in this edition
Length481 words · 630 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)
How chance Dromio bid me? Ah thy sonne will bee begd for a concealde foole. Will I, I faith sir no. Wherefore came you hether Silena without leaue? Because I dyd, and I am heere because I am. Poore wench, thy wit is improued to the vttermost. I, tis an hard matter to haue a wit of the olde rent, euerie one rackes his commons so high. Dromio tolde mee that one should meete Stellios daughter, and courte her in person of my sonne. Risio tolde me one shoulde meete Memphios sonne, and pleade in place of my daughter. But alas I see that my sonne hath met wyth Silena himselfe, and bewraid his folly. But I see my daughter hath pratled with Accius, and discouered her simplicitie. A braue crie to heare the two olde mules weep ouer the young fooles. Accius how lykest thou Silena. I take her to be pregnant. Truly his talke is very personable. Come in girle, this geare must be fetcht about. Come Accius, let vs go in. Nay sir there is no harme done, they haue neither bought nor solde, they may be twinnes for theyr wits and yeeres. But why diddest thou tell mee it was Prisius sonne? Because I thought thee a foole, to aske who thine owne sonne was. And so sir for your daughter, education hath done much, otherwise they are by nature softe wytted inough. Alas theyr ioyntes are not yet tied, they are not yet come to yeeres and discretion. Father, if my handes bee tyed shall I growe wise? I and Silena to, if you tie them fast to your tongues. You may take your pleasure of my tongue, for it is no mans wife. Come in Accius. Come in Silena, I wyll talke with Memphios sonne, but as for Risio. As for Dromio. Asse for you all foure, How goes the worlde, now we haue made all sure, Candius and Liuia are maryed, their fathers consenting, yet not knowing. We haue flat mard all, Accius and Silena courted one another, their fathers toke them napping, both are ashamd, and you both shall be swingd. Tush, let vs alone, we will perswade them that all fals out for the best, for if vnderhande this match had bene concluded, they both had ben coosned, and now seeing they finde both to bee fooles, they may be both better aduised. But why is Halfepenle so sad? Because I am sure I shall neuer bee a pennie. Rather praie there be no fall of monie, for thou wilt then go for a que. But did not the two fooles currantly court one another. Verie good wordes fitly applyed, brought in in the nicke. I arest you. Me sir, why then didst not bring a stoole wyth thee, that I might sit downe? He arests you at my suite for a horse.