Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	bring_v	good_a	let_v	1,459	5	4.0417	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A01996	Pyrgomachia; vel potius, Pygomachia Or, in cleane English, The castle-combat. Performed; by Iames Fencer, and William Wrastler. At nine of the clock of the night of the ninth day of the ninth moneth of the ninth yeare of the reigne of our Soveraigne Lord King Charles. Recorded by the ninth of the nine Muses, in the ninth part of nine weekes: and devided into nine files.	Gower, John, Master of Arts.	1635 (1635)	STC 12141; ESTC S103358	15,678	52

give Iames honour since with Hailes I plaid that prize t is knowne these are no tales I tell yee For while the Varlet made much chat That he could doe I know not what I made his heeles to mount and laid him flat On 's Belly Yet fairely then I let him rise To feast Spectators with a prize Of Iames-es playing At me hot he flies But shuffel'd Then I for all his pelting rage Did quickly turne him off the Stage Iames ha's the day cry'd all the equipage o th' Scaffold Hundreds came in mee to embrace And happy hee could have the grace To get a look from conquering Jame-es face To talk on And as I went along the street The boyes were ready mee to meet And strow greene rushes underneath my feet To walk on Gaites at New-market Court did dare To strike brave James a box o' th eare But I soone put him in a Panick feare For 's errour Like Hercules that Gyant fell When he drew Cerb'rus out of Hell I drag'd him roaring from his lurking cell In terrour For downe the stayres I straight did pull Spite of his nose the sawcy Gull The while he cry'd and bellow'd like a Bull For pardon Toth ' Presence-Chamber then the slave I brought There pitty he to crave Fell downe on 's knees while I stood like a grave Church-warden And whilst my breast w th wrath was fill'd For halfe an how'r and more he kneel'd To me beseeching I would please to yield Some mercy My Lords for him did interceed That I would pardon his bold deed Sure his long kneeling on his joynts did breed The farcy Yet I a Challenge him did write If hee with mee could dare to fight To meet mee at the Devill 's ditch but try 't He would not For knowne it was the Court about I had fou'r mighty Duels fought That with a whole skin come off safe hee thought He could not This Wife I have and the other too When they my valour once did know Were taken with me cause I slash't it so Profoundly And should Iugg dye before the Spring I yet could have a dainty thing That mee a hundred pound a yeare would bring And roundly Let Iames but ride through any towne In all this Kingdome Iames is knowne By all good Fellowes living up and downe The County To welcome me one pawnes his Mare Another doth a Goose prepare Another his best Sack doth pierce and share With bounty When thou in London walk'st forlorne The Car-men thee to greete doe scorne Vncouth thou goest to evening from the morn With sorrow The great Lord Mayor if he see My noted person speakes to me Come James and welcome dine with us he saith To morrow There 's ne're a Lord about the Court But I to him have free resort And boldly speak in earnest or in sport My pleasure Let any Lawyer see but me Though he be taking of a fee My sight will make him instantly to be At leisure Most of the Gentry in the Land Whom I with feats of Armes have man'd Still call me Master lead me by the hand To dinner I tell thee Boy my conquering sword Hath made me generally ador'd More then befits now I speake this proud word A sinner This man doth talke as he were wild Quoth Will we know you are no child Were not you he that once a royster foild In Pigscote In my conceit nor doe I faine Had you but met him you had slaine In Duell that victorious Knight of Spaine Don Quixot Were I a Fencer though like thee To let one baste and cudgell me And then arrest him for a Batterie Would shame mee Hee cry'd you mercy for the harme But who was it his hands did charme The arme of Iustice not the vengefull arme Of Iamy The fame and fume of you is blowne I know 't all over Bury towne That dainty tricke of tayle-strong Iames is knowne To all men An hasty pudding once you lay'd In your Friend's shirt and then affray'd Tooke to your heels in that you cleanly play'd The tall man Beside you play'd the man and ha'fe When Harry with a walking staff Did bast your buff-skin then did you come off With credit Or then when Iohn you wel know wher Struck up your heels and laid you there Disarmed then you did the deed if e're You did it FILE III. The Challenge and Resolution IAmes to the bottome stirr'd a score Of teeth doth grate at him and more And with a Demi-cannon oath doth roare Like thunder Flyes at him like a Tyget fierce His very visage sharp did pierce Like vinegar the rest could keep them scarce Asunder Tell'st thou me Dogs-nose in this wise That I was baffel'd once or twice By Hal and Jack Thou whorson Cockatrice Thou Camell This foot of vengeance here shall kick Thy guts out send thy soule down quick To hell or make thee fawne upon me like A Spanniell Will not so wordy was but needs He would with James have bin at deeds Strike slave qd he I le beat thee smal as weeds To porridge Meet mee quoth Jocky if thou dare Quoth Billy I will any where To morrow morning I doe scorne to feare Thy courage To morrow If thou dar'st to night For thou shalt never see day-light Besides in day time my swords glittering sight Will fright thee Had I a weapon here as thou Since th' art so hot on 't I would goe Quoth Will to night and make thee darely know I slight thee Is that thy way to shift quoth he I 'le lend thee one to fight with me Thou such friends shall have that courtesie And favour With that he fetch 't two Bilbo blades Hand-broad they would have digg'd like spades And served Pioners in their earthen trades To labour Was it your fortune e're to eye The tooles of Bevis or Sr. Guy Such were these blades w th which stern Iames would try The Duell Nor could the company perswade With all intreats and reasons ayd Iames fierce and furious resolute unstayd And cruell Sirrah he roares mark what Iames saith Ask me forgiveness while th' hast breath Or else I 'le make thee with a dolefull death To rue it First I will Cullendrize with holes Thy Bull-thick hide so good for soles Then slice thee thin as rashers on the coales Or sewet Thy head I 'le from thy shoulders take And of thy Scull a piss-pot make And that same tongue that now so much doth crake I 'le smoak it Which I for start-up heeles will weare Thy braines I 'le pickle in dead beere Or sowrest hog-wash Mark my words and feare I 've spoke it Then will I souse thy cheeks and eares Provant for hungry Customers When they come here to wash away their teares With Flagons Thy Flesh I 'le slice in serverall parts And have it try'd by Kitchin arts For greazing-stuffe to liquor wheeles of carts And wagons Thy thred poore Billy now is spun For