Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Mother Bombie · chunk 26 of 34

Lyly, John · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 [1587-1591] (Annals)
comedy · Children of Paul's (first)
unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 499 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.

The more Ass he, if he had arrested a mare in stead of an horse, it had been but a slight oversight, but to arrest a man that hath no likeness of a horse, is flat lunacy or alecie. Tush, I hired him a horse. I swear then he was well ridden. I think in two days he was never baited. Why was it a bear thou ridst on? I mean he never gave him bait. Why he took him for no fish. I mistake none of you when I take you for fools, I say thou never gavest my horse meat. Yes, in four and forty hours I am sure he had a bottle of hay as big as his belly. Nothing else, thou shouldest have given him provender. Why he never asked for any. Why, dost thou think an horse can speak? No, for I spurred him till my heels ached, and he said never a word. Well, thou shalt pay sweetly for spoiling him, it was as lusty a nag as any in Rochester, and one that would stand upon no ground. Then is he as good as ever he was, I'll warrant, he'll do nothing but lie down. I lent him thee gently. And I restored him so gently, that he neither would cry wyhie nor wag the tail. But why didst thou boar him through the ears? It may be he was set on the pillory, because he had not a true pace. No, it was for tiring. He would never tire, it may be he would be so weary he would go no further, or so. Yes he was a notable horse for service, he would tire and retire. Do you think I'll be jested out of my horse, Sergeant wreak thy office on him. Nay stay, let him be bailed. So he shall when I make him a bargen. It was a very good horse I must needs confess, and now hearken to his qualities, and have patience to hear them since I must pay for him: He would stumble three hours in one mile, I had thought I had rode upon addeces between this and Canterburie: if one gave him water, why he would lie down & bathe himself like a hawk: if one ran him, he would simper and mump, as though he had gone a-wooing to a malt mare at Rochester: he trotted before and ambled behind, and was so obedient, that he would do duty every minute on his knees, as though every stone had been his father. I am sure he had no diseases. A little rheum or pose, he lacked nothing but an handkercher. Come, what a tale of a horse have we here, I can not stay, thou must with me to prison. If thou be a good fellow hackneyman, take all our four bonds for the payment, thou knowest we are town borne children, and will not shrink the city for a pelting jade.
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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 634–663 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 26 of 34 in this edition
Length499 words · 621 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T6 — Money, debt and credit at 0.621
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)
The more Asse hee, if hee had arested a mare in stead of an horse, it had bin but a slight ouersight, but to arest a man that hath no lykenesse of a horse, is flatte lunasie or alecie. Tush, I hired him a horse. I sweare then he was well ridden. I thinke in two daies he was neuer baited. Why was it a beare thou ridst on? I meane he neuer gaue him bait. Why he tooke him for no fish. I mistake none of you when I take you for fooles, I say thou neuer gauest my horse meate. Yes, in foure and fortie houres I am sure he had a bottle of hay as big as his belly. Nothing else, thou shouldest haue giuen him prouender. Why he neuer askt for anie. Why, doest thou thinke an horse can speake? No, for I spurd him till my heeles akt, and hee sayd neuer a word. Well, thou shalt paie sweetly for spoiling him, it was as lustie a nag as anie in Rochester, and one that would stand vpon no ground. Then is he as good as euer he was, Ile warrant, heele do nothing but lie downe. I lent him thee gently. And I restored him so gently, that hee neither would cry wyhie nor wag the taile. But why didst thou boare him thorough the eares? It may be he was set on the pillorie, because hee had not a true pace. No, it was for tyring. He would neuer tire, it may be he would be so wearie he would go no further, or so. Yes he was a notable horse for seruice, he wold tyre and retire. Doe you thinke Ile be iested out of my horse, Sergeant wreake thy office on him. Nay stay, let him be baild. So he shall when I make him a bargen. It was a verie good horse I must needs confesse, and now hearken to his qualities, and haue patience to heare them since I must paie for him: He would stumble three houres in one mile, I had thought I had rode vpon addeces betweene this and Canterburie: if one gaue him water, why he would lie downe & bath himselfe lyke a hauke: if one ranne him, he woulde simper and mump, as though he had gone a wooing to a malt mare at Rochester: hee trotted before and ambled behinde, and was so obedient, that he would doo dutie euerie minute on his knees, as though euerie stone had bin his father. I am sure he had no diseases. A little rume or pose, hee lackt nothing but an handkercher. Come, what a tale of a horse haue we here, I can not stay, thou must with me to prison. If thou be a good fellow Hacknyman, take all our foure bondes for the paiment, thou knowest wee are towne borne children, and wil not shrinke the citie for a pelting iade.