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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	body_n	part_n	soul_n	2,761	5	5.3627	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A68278	[The] troublesome raigne of Iohn King of England with the discouerie of King Richard Cordelions base sonne (vulgarly named, the bastard Fawconbridge): also the death of King Iohn at Swinstead Abbey. As it was (sundry times) publikely acted by the Queenes Maiesties Players, in the honourable citie of London.	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616, attributed name.; Marlowe, Christopher, 1564-1593, attributed name.	1591 (1591)	STC 14644; ESTC S106391	28,605	56

of more hate A wrathfull doome and most vnluckie fate Deaths dish were daintie at so fell a feast Be deafe heare not its hell to tell the rest Arthur Alas thou wrongst my youth with words of feare Tis hell tis horror not for one to heare What is it man if it must needes bedon Act it and end it that the paine were gon Hubert I will not chaunt such dolour with my tongue Yet must I act the outrage with my hand My heart my head and all my powers beside To aide the office haue at once deuide Peruse this letter lines of treble woe Read ore my charge and pardon when you know Hubert these are to commaund thee as thou tendrest our quiet in minde and the estate of our person that presently vpon the receipt of our commaund thou put out the eyes of Arthur Plantaginet Arthur Ah monstrous damned man his very breath infects the elements Contagious venyme dwelleth in his heart Effecting meanes to poyson all the world Vnreuerent may I be to blame the heauens Of great iniustice that the miscreant Liues to oppresse the innocents with wrong Ah Hubert makes he thee his instrument To sound the tromp that causeth hell triumph Heauen weepes the Saints doo shed celestiall teares They feare thy fall and cyte thee with remorse They knock thy conscience moouing pitie there Willing to fence thee from the rage of hell Hell Hubert trust me all the plagues of hell Hangs on performance of this damned deede This seale the warrant of the bodies blisse Ensureth Satan chieftaine of thy soule Subscribe not Hubert giue not Gods part away I speake not onely for eyes priuiledge The chiefe exterior that I would enioy But for thy perill farre beyond my paine Thy sweete soules losse more than my eyes vaine lack A cause internall and eternall too Aduise thee Hubert for the case is hard To loose saluation for a Kings reward Hubert My Lord a subiect dwelling in the land Is tyed to execute the Kings commaund Arthur Yet God commands whose power reacheth further That no commaund should stand in force to murther Hubert But 〈◊〉 me Essence hath ordaind a law A death for guilt to keepe the world in awe Arthur I plead not guiltie treasonles and free Hubert But that appeale my Lord concernes not me Arthur Why thou art he that maist omit the perill Hubert I if my Soueraigne would remit his quarrell Arthur His quarrell is vnhallowed false and wrong Hubert Then be the blame to whom it doth belong Arthur Why thats to thee if thou as they proceede Conclude their iudgement with so vile a déede Hubert Why then no execution can be lawfull If Iudges doomes must be reputed doubtfull Arthur Yes where in forme of Lawe in place and time The offender is conuicted of the crime Hubert My Lord my Lord this long expostulation Heapes vp more griefe than promise of redresse For this I know and so resolude I end That subiects liues on Kings commaunds depend I must not reason why he is your foe But doo his charge since he commaunds it so Arthur Then doo thy charge and charged be thy soule With wrongfull persecution done this day You rowling eyes whose superficies yet I doo behold with eyes that Nature lent Send foorth the terror of your Moouers frowne To wreake my wrong vpon the murtherers That rob me of your faire reflecting view Let hell to them as earth th●y wish to mée Be darke and direfull guerdon for their guylt And let the black tormenters of deepe Tartary Vpbraide them with this damned enterprise Inflicting change of tortures on their soules Delay not Hubert my orisons are ended Begin I pray thée reaue me of my sight But to performe a tragedie indéede Conclude the period with a mortall stab Constance farewell tormentor come away Make my dispatch the Tirants feasting day Hubert I faint I feare my conscience bids desist Faint did I say feare was it that I named My King commaunds that warrant sets me frée But God forbids and he commaundeth Kings That great Commaunder counterchecks my charge He stayes my hand he maketh soft my heart Goe cursed tooles your office is exempt Cheere thée yong Lord thou shalt not loo●e an eye Though I should purchase it with losse of life Ile to the King and say his willis done And of the langor tell him thou art dead Goe in with me for Hubert was not borne To blinde those lampes that Nature pollisht so Arthur Hubert if euer Arthur be in state Looke for amends of this receiued gift I tooke my eysight by thy curtesie Thou lenest them me I will not be ingrate But now procrastination may offend The issue that thy kindnes vndertakes Depart we Hubert to preuent the worst Exeunt Enter King Iohn Essex Salisbury Penbrooke Iohn Now warlike followers resteth ought vndon That may impeach vs of foud ouersight The French haue felt the temper of our swords Cold terror keepes possession in their sowles Checking their ouerdaring arrogance For buckling with so great an ouermatch The Arche proud titled Priest of Italy That calles himselfe grand Viccar vnder God Is busied now with trentall obsequies Masse and mouths minde dirge and I know not what To ease their sowles in painefull purgatory That haue miscaried in these bloudy warres Heard you not Lords when first his holines Had tidings of our small account of him How with a taunt vaunting vpon his toes He vrdge a reason why the English Asse Disdaingd the blessed ordinance of Rome The title reuerently might I inferre Became the Kings that earst haue borne the load The slauish weight of that controlling Priest Who at his pleasure temperd them like waxe To carrie armes on danger of his curse Banding their sowles with warrants of his hand I grieue to thinke how Kings in ages past Simply deuoted to the Sea of Rome Haue run into a thousand acts of shame But now for confirmation of our State Sith we haue proynd the more than needfull braunch That did oppresse the true wel-growing stock It resteth we throughout our Territories Be reproclaimed and inuested King Pembrook My Liege that were to busie men with doubts Once were you crownd proclaimd and with applause Your ●●tie stréetes haue ecchoed to the eare God saue the King God saue our Soueraigne Iohn Pardon my feare my censure doth infer Your Highnes not deposde from Regall State Would breed a mutinie in peoples mindes What it should meane to haue you crownd againe Iohn Pembrooke performe what I haue bid thée doo Thou knowst not what induceth me to this Essex goe in and Lordings all be gon About this taske I will be crownd anon Enter the Bastard Philip what newes how doo the Abbots chests Are Friers fatter than the Nunnes are faire What chéere with Churchmen had they golde or no Tell me how hath thy office tooke effect Philip My Lord I haue performd your Highnes charge The ease bred Abbots and the bare foote Friers The Monkes the Priors and holy