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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
book_n	king_n	lord_n	son_n	2,666	5	5.2816	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10726	The true tragedie of Richard Duke of York and the death of good King Henrie the Sixt, with the whole contention betweene the two houses Lancaster and Yorke, as it was sundrie times acted by the right honourable the earle of Pembrooke his seruants.; King Henry VI. Part 3	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.	1595 (1595)	STC 21006; ESTC S102944	36,745	80

doe sweet Clarence kill me too Cla. Didst thou not heare me sweare I would not do it Queen I but thou vsest to forsweare thy selfe T was sinne before but now t is charitie Whea●s the Diuels butcher hardfauored Richard Richard where art thou He is not heere Murder is his almes deed petitioners For bloud he nere put backe Edw. Awaie I saie and take her hence perforce Queen So come to you and yours as to this prince Ex. Edw. Clarence whither 's Gloster gone Cla Marrie my Lord to London and as I gesse to Make a bloudie supper in the Tower Edw. He is sudden if a thing come in his head Well discharge the common souldiers with paie And thankes and now let vs towards London To see our gentle Queene how shee doth fare For by this I hope shee hath a sonne for vs. Exeunt Omnes Enter Gloster to king Henry in the Tower Glo. Good day my Lord. What at your booke so hard Hen. I my good Lord. Lord I should saie rather T is sinne to flatter good was little better Good Gloster and good Diuell were all alike What scene of Death hath Rosius now to act Glo. Suspition alwaies haunts a guiltie mind Hen. The birde once limde doth feare the fatall bush And I the haplesse maile to one poore birde Haue now the fatall obiect in mine eie Where my poore young was limde was caught kild Glo. Why what a foole was that of Cree●e That taught his sonne the office Of a birde and yet for all that the poore Fowle was drownde Hen. I Dedalus my poore sonne Icarus Thy father Minos that denide our course Thy brother Edward the sunne that ●earde his wings And thou the enuio●s gulfe that swallowed him Oh better can my brest abide thy daggers point Then can mine cares that tragike historie Glo. Why dost thou thinke I am an executioner Hen. A persecutor I am sure thou art And if murdering innocents be executions Then I know thou art an executioner Glo. Thy sonne I kild for his presumption Hen. Hadst thou bin kild when first thou didst presume Thou hadst not liude to kill a sonne of mine And thus I prophesie of theo That manie a Widdow for her husbands death And many an infants water standing eie Widowes for their husbands children for their fathers Shall curse the time that euer thou wert borne The owle s●●ikt at thy birth an euill signe The night Crow cride aboding lucklesse tune Dogs howld and hideous tempests shooke down trees The Rauen rookt her on the Chimnies top And chattering Pi●s in dismall discord sung Thy mother felt more then a mothers paine And yet brought ●orth lesse then a mothers hope To wit an vndigest created lumpe Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast borne Thus haue we swept suspition from our seat And made our footstoole of securitie Come hither Besse and let me kisse my boie Young Ned for thee thine Vncles and my selfe Haue in our armors watcht the Winters night Marcht all a foote in summers skalding heat That thou mightst ●epossesse the crowne in peace And of out labours thou shalt reape the gaine Glo. I le blast his haruest and your head were laid For yet I am not lookt on in the world This shoulder was ordaind so thicke to heaue And heaue it shall some waight or breake my backe Worke thou the waie and thou shalt execute Edward Clarence and Gloster loue my louelie Queene And kisse your princely nephew brothers both Cla. The dutie that I owe vnto your Maiestie I seale vpon the rosiate lips of this sweet babe Queen Thankes noble Clarence worthie brother thankes Gloster And that I loue the fruit from whence thou Sprangst witnesse the louing kisse I giue the child To saie the truth so Iudas kist his maister And so he cride all haile and meant all ha●●e Edward Nowe am I seated as my soule delights Hauing my countries peace and brothers loues Cla. What will your grace haue done with Margaret Ranard her father to the king of France Hath pawnd the Cyssels and Ierusalem And hither haue they sent it for her ransome Edw. Awaie with her and wa●te hir hence to France And now what rests but that we spend the time With stately Triumphs and mirthfull comick● shewes Such as befits the pleasures of the Court. Sound drums and Trumpets farewell to sower annoy For heere I hope begins our lasting ioie Exeunt Omnes FINIS