Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	believe_v	faith_n	true_a	2,854	5	5.4281	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A72141	The tragicall and true historie which happened betwene two English louers. 1563 written by Ber. Gar. 1565.	B. G. (Bernard Garter); Brooke, Arthur, d. 1563. Romeus and Juliet.	1565 (1565)	STC 11631; ESTC S125227	50,247	126

happie tyme of late The thought whearof doth so moche more augment her heuie fate Not Father can nor Mother may appease the daughters greefe Nor frende canne comforte her distresse her sorowe was so reefe Hear gins she nowe to curse the man that she doth loue so well Vntrue she saith thou arte alas whie dost thou thus rebell Against the lawes of God by which tho didst auowe to me Foreuer not so short a space my constant spouse to be And wilt thou leaue thie ladie thus and wilt thou from me go And wilt thou nowe absent thie selfe and wilt thou leaue me so And canst thou nowe lie from the bedde that thou didst so desier And canst thou wourke my wo this wise and proue thie selfe a lyer And darst thou false thie fixed faithe and thine affied trust And darst thou nowe thou hast obteynd thus proue thie selfe vniust In faith I thought the Sea sholde first by waters want be drie And that the soon sholde eke forswere the hie and hugie skie Or that an other Phaeton sholde serue in Phoebus torn And that the fyery footed horse both sea and shore sholde bourne Before thou woldst without a cause with me thie wyfe be wroth Or cruelly haue lefte me so and so haue broke thie troth In fayth sins that it is in deade and I to true it trie I will no more beleue thie wourdes before the daie I die Nor shall thie fawning letters help thie treason to excuse wherof thie present absence dothe thie loialtie accuse Well well thou shewest now thie kinde thy doinges do declare that onely men in woing tyme do flatter and speake fayre Thus in her great extremytie ech Ioynct in her did shake And faynctnes made her staie a while and then agayne she spake What am I warth and cruell wretch or brutish beast by kinde Thus with my true and constant loue soch raging faltes to fynde Who for hym selfe or his defence in absens cannot speake Whie dost thou then oh wilfull wench thie radge and angre breake On hym that is thie husband and thie loue and onely fyre Allotted by the lyuing lorde euen to thie hartes desire Was he not prest by princes power full loth he was to go Oh cruell carle howe canst thou then in absence blame hym so Did not his sobbes his sightes his teares that trickled downe his eye His wayling voyce his gryping greefe his doulfull noyse and crie Which did against his will break forth when he did hence depart Expresse vnto the oh thou beast his true and constant hart Coldst thou at any tyme at all conceiue with in thie mynde But all soch greefes as gripte thie hart lyke place in his did fynde Vniust thou arte oh folish girle vnfaithfull and vntrue Vnwourthie arte thou of the man Now giue thy hart to rewe That thus didst sclaunder thie true loue so sore without a cause How canst thou craue the aide of loue a rebell to her lawes Ah cruell wretch that shewst thie selfe vnwourthie breth or lyfe Wold God thou hadst the murderer or elles the cruell knife That well might heare reuenge by right thie louer and his truthe And for thie skilles sclaunder sake might bring thie selfe to ruthe Thus whiles the ladie languyshed his former talke and synne agaynst her lorde her mother doth to see her childe come in Whom she doth fynde so ruthfully with teares beweped so As whear she might retourne agayne or to her daughter go she standes in doubte her hart doth fayle the teares breake from her eyes she kepes in couert all her cares and to her daughter cries What daughter what doth meane this grefe what is it wourkes thie payne Is all thie pleasure so sone past is care krept back againe Alas shall neuer this myne age nor these my horie heares Nor these my mystie eyes beholde the but bewept with teares Good daughter guyde thie selfe awhile do not torment the soo Thie loue doth loue the passing well let folish fancies goo Who in the world hath God enricht with fortune or with fate Somoch as thou to whome is linkt a man of soch estate As neyther storme nor worldly woo no flame nor yet no thondre No sea no flud nor other let from the can kepe a sondre A lengre tyme then princes cause alone doth kepe hym back Yet nay the lesse his harte is thyne though thou his boddie lacke Then homewarde come with me myne owne reiect thy carefull mynde And as I pleasure in the moche some comforte in me fynde My soon thy spouse that faithfull man the fates will guyde by right Ere longe he will send vs good newes his hand begins to wright What cause hast thou to morne at all sins that thy lord is well His voiage past his chaunce is good soch will his letters tell Oh blame me not good mother saide to her her daughter deare If I the losse of soch a spouse so greatlie dread and feare For neither hath the Gretian dames nor Troyan ladies founde Nor yet the hungry earth her selfe nor yet the cloddie grounde Receiued so iust and true a man as I haue for my parte Whose truth alas so tried is as now doth rent my harte I syt alone my thinkes the seas are grown in such a rage By Eolus his whorling blastes whose rigour will not swage As he with sourgies heaued to heauen the ship doth straightway fall The wallowes then do hide the barke the water drowns them all Then straight I see hym in his arme howe stronglie he doth fight Heare hath he slaine a gentilman thear hath he kild a knight This crowne by hym ycracked is that boddie doth he parte Then coms a traytour at his backe and thrustes hym to the harte Shold not these thinges encrease my care Sholde not myne eyes that spie My husbande slaine before my face prouoke my harte to die Alas pooer wench the mother saide alas poore louer to Thie fancie willes but reason not comaundes the thus to do If euery thing thou canst conceiue in hed doth worke thee greefe Then thrise so many hedes againe can bring thee no releefe Come come come come come home with me come to thy fathers house Come glad thie mothers heauie harte Till tidinges of thie spouse Shall ioye agayne thie ioyles sprites and geue the quyet lyfe That coldst not yet this twelue moneths space auoyde inuented stryfe Nowe reason wourkes and nature to the daughter doth comaunde In this a thing so requysite tobey the dames demaunde They homewarde bende to fathers house the tyme they woulde begile Which princes cause and mortall warre do kepe hym on exile Naught wanteth heare that mirth may make the daughter hath her will But alwaies doth the husbandes want the daughters playnct fulfill So as no ioy nor ioyfull thing but doth augement her care And somoch more because she will her corsey not declare Whiles in this great perplexitie this yonge and tendre wight bewayles her husbandes absence thus as she may do