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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
A34368	The constant nymph, or, The rambling shepheard a pastoral, as it is acted at the Duke's Theater / written by a person of quality.	Person of quality.; Sidney, Philip, Sir, 1554-1586. Arcadia.	1678 (1678)	Wing C5946; ESTC R1079	29,015	57

Exeunt The SCENE Lilla's House Enter Lilla and Euplaste Lill This Match is wholly by her Father made She is but Passive in 't Eup. 'T is e'ne as bad Where lyes the Difference When from my Fold my Lamb is gone to say That is was lost or that 't was forced away Lill But I should think that Act might soon be staid In doing which anothers Will 's obey'd And not our own Eup. I had the same Belief But found her more in her Obedience stiff Than others of her Sex are in their Will So vain t' avert her proved my baffled Skill Her Breath I told her tho 't was sweeter far Than from the Stills the Drops of Roses are By saying she was Astatitiuses would turn Aire That would her Faces Beauty more impaire Than ere an Ear of Corn the Milldew did 'T would blast her to a Leper Pan forbid She only cryed for she must venture it Her Will must to her Father's Will submit But sure said I you will the Gods incense In such a Criminal Obedience When you discard Philisides true Love When I thus found that but in vain I strove I gave it o're but so as he whose strength In Swimming's spent yeilds to be drown'd at length Lill Well do not thus afflict your self take heart Impatience makes our Wounds but more to smart Eup. But they are but weak Surgeons who to cure 'em Apply no other Salve but to endure ' em Lill I 've done my best but Fates have crost my Will Eup. And makes that less or more my ill Lill Who knows but this may turn to greater good Eup. That Good affects not that 's not understood Enter Dametas Lill Hold here 's Dametas happily we may Learn out of him what may your Griefs allay Shift then your Sayle and lay your Passions down Seem unconcern'd as if 't were all unknown What-e're we say Dametas What brings you You 're grown a Stranger here Dam. 'T is true I would the cause of it had never been I weep when e're my Thoughts it enters in But let that pass good Lilla and receive The Message I have brought to have your Leave That your fair Daughter with her Presence may Add Luster to Astreas Bridal Day Lill Forgive me Fame For till this Witness came I thought thou didst but raise a Lye to shame Astrea with Or 〈◊〉 it my Mistake And will she then her dearest Swain forsake If Love be a good Title and her Breast But with one Grain of Loyalty possest Dam. Who 's that dear Swain pray name him if you please Lill As if you knew not 'T is Philisides Dam. You do ill Lilla to be so o're-sway'd By partial Love before this stranger Maid Because he is your Nephew To suggest He in Astrea has such Interest As that she ought to marry him whom she Nor can nor may Lill Make that appear to me Dam. I shall at least to you fair Maid I shall For fear you else thro' ignorance might fall To Eup. Into some doubtings of Astreas Truth For 't is confest 'twixt her and that named Youth Some Love has past Eup. And why not then pursued Dam. Cause with more Piety she is endued Sylvanus whom I serve for Age and State In our Arcadia is a Magistrate He by his Wife some Years ago deceast Was with a Son and with a Daughter blest Traumatius and Astrea they were Named And for their Graces far and near were famed They both as soon as Ripe for 't fell in Love But with cross Fate for so it soon did prove He with Alveria Lilla's Daughter here A Nymph for Constancy beyond compare She with that Youth whom Lilla now did Name But cause from a Dipean Race both came My Master was so much against it bent As to their Marriages he 'd ne'r consent Eup. From whence arose to that same Race his Spleen Dam. From an invertrate Hate that is between Lyceans and Dipeans For altho Both are Arcadians both are Shepheards too And but by th' River Aris parted Yet 'Twixt Troy and Greece the Fewd was not more great Than that which 'twixt these neighbouring Shepherds is Eup. And is this Mortal Spleen of his So sweet For were 't not so he might have got The Tittle of a better Patriot If he had with the Gods good Purpose joyn'd And by their Internuptials put an end To that long Feud betwixt you Dam. I confess That I my self conceived no less And gave it my best Help upon that score Till Chance came in and rendered what before Was hard impossible There chanced one Day 'Twixt Us and the Dipeans a fierce Fray In which Traumatius fell and by that Youth Philisides Lill Suppose that it be Truth Does such a Chance claim from the Gods Above The Power t'Absolve her from her Oaths of Love And whil'st Philisides is known to live To wed another toleration give I think tho he has done all he could do It will not be fair Maid so judged by you Eup. 'T will not indeed And truly I much grieve That such a fair Nymph as she is should give Such bad Example O return with speed And whilst there 's time allow'd for 't get her freed From that sole Spot she bears By which you 'l prove Your Faithfulness to Her and Zeal for Love Dam. My Will 's not wanting Let the Gods but lead And I to follow them no Wings shall need Exeunt Eneer Sylvanus Sylvan This Day will bring me once again to Rest 'T will root that dangerous Canker from my Breast Lay gnawing there so long Traumatius dead And my Astrea to Astatius Wed My Fear of mixing our Lycean Blood with the Dipean has its Period Enter Melibeus and Shepheards Melib. A happy Morning to the good Sylvanus Health and long Life the kindest Gifts of Heav'n Attend him Astatius will this Morning make him happy Sylvan Astatius Where is he Let him appear Bright as the Morning-Star Mel. Himself 's not here But has sent us as by our Duties ty'd With our shrill Pipes to call up his fair Bride Sylvan And can your Fancies go so much astray As to conceit that on her Wedding Day A Maid needs calling up Or your Pipes can Tho they were shriller than the Pipes of Pan More lowdly do 't than their own Longings can Then beck fond Swains bring him 'T is only he Can make the acceptable Harmony Exeunt Shepheards Enter Enter Dametas bringing in Lipomene Cloris Sylvia All with Willow Garlands Sylvan Fair Shepherdesses you are welcome This Maiden-Office you so kindly do To my Girle now shall soon be done to you But why thus Garlanded with Willow Some evil Omen in 't I greatly fear Lip No more than in the Purple Kings do wear Mourning put on do's but denote ills past Of what 's to come it no Presage do's cast And tho their Hearts who wear it may regret It bodes not any ill to those that see 't Sylvan But who in Mourning come to Wedding-Feasts

ever poor unhappy Swain so crost Conceal'd or not conceal'd both wayes I 'm lost Then Gentle Aris unto thee I come Thy Streams alone can be my fittest Tomb And take thou up no Fear thy Streams thereby Shall any Curse receive or Infamy For Truth 's grand parent Time shall make it known The sad Fate of my Love a Legend grown The Streams that drown'd me my own Sorrows were Thou kindly gav'st me but a Sepulcher Enter Clinias Clin. Oh Hymenae Hymen Hymenaee Eup. What meanest thou Villain by this Fatal Cry Dye Schriech-owle with me too if I must dye Offers at him with ber Javelin Clin. Hold dear Diana kill not a poor Wretch ' Cause he his Voyce did beyond Ela stretch Make an Acteon of him rather Let A Tire of Horns upon his Head be set He 'll but be made a Property thereby Of much good use for the Solemnity That 's Dedicated unto this Day 's Feast So much a Wedding and a Horned Beast Do suit you know Eup. Has any then to Day Been Marryed here Clin. Not yet But Truth to say It has so happily been brought about The Pigg's not nearer when his Eyes drop out T' his being Roasted than my Master 's now T' his being Marryed Pray unknit your Brow And be a Guest Eup. Your Master What is he Clin. A Youth so lovely as when him you see You 'll yield Endimion if compared with him Not worth one Look of yours for Face or Limb His Name 's Astatius and he 's here hard by I 'le hence and bring him to you instantly Goes out Eup. Not Married yet he sayes and what 's not done It lyes in Fate to say Shall ne're go on The Cup has been even in the Hand and yet The Wine within it did the Lips ●e●e wet It may befall this Swain so with 〈◊〉 ●●●●e Nay that it will 't is certainly imply'd In my Reprieve Yet take it right and I Live but his Life who stands condemn'd to dye Exit The SCENE The Bride-Chamber Enter Astrea Lipomene Cloris Sylvia c. Lip 'T is wondrous strange the Bridegroom should thus stay Astr I would to Pan that he would keep away Till he displeased me with 't But what would you If serv'd as I am to your Bridgrooms do Lip I 'd be reveng'd on him Clor. And so would I. Sylv. What Maid but would 't is an Affront so high Astr I value not his setting me so light But as he scandals all our whole Sex by 't I feel my Cholar rise and for your sake Teach me but how and I Revenge will take Lip Why I would have you let him lye first Night Alone and eat up both the Sheets for spight Clor. That were a Pennance on her self to lay No Bed with him But when we 're all away And he attempts to do the Marriage-Rite Whil'st Modesty can choak it scratch and bite Sylv. And for my part But see who here are come To make the Bridegroom's stay less tyresome Musick plays and a Dance which ended Exunt Enter Euplaste Astatius making up to her Eup. But see my happy Rival comes and wears All Marks of Joy How pleasant he appears And when a Sacrifice comes uncompell'd It alway has a good Presage been held 'T is then but this Makes a show of Stabbing and this Dayes Fear has end Then Love be to thy Votary a Friend And what I ought to do do thou inspire Direct the Flame of thy own kindled Fire Enter Clinias Steps aside Ast Diana Clin. Yes Ast How knowest thou it was she Didst thou upon her Head her Crescent see Bow in her Hand and Quiver at her Back Clin. As if the Gods like Pedlars bore their Packs Still on their Shoulders No the Place did prove 'T was she I found her in Diana's Grove And give me leave to tell you she as owner Swagger'd and took most mightily upon her But if you dare engage in the like Storm If she or not you may your self inform Astatius discovers Euplaste Ast You may be gone and leave me Clin. May I so To what a Tyde makes he my Fears to flow He 'll fall in Love with this same Goddess now But then O then our very Bride Cake's Dough Ast Complexion good and truly that is all Whence then are these Attracts which now I feel Why whence but from that Tyrant o're my Will Variety There 's something in that Face Which seems to me of a more taking Grace Than e're in Women I before did see A Touch o'th'Boy which renders her to me As pritty as the young Narcissus was But did she her whole Sex as far surpass For Face and Shape as does the Sun the Stars For Light and Heat nor Face nor Shape of hers Would to attract my Love the Load-stone be But only this She 's not yet won by me To Eup. Thou who of all thy Sex the fairest art Be the most Courteous too Oh do not start It is no Satyre speakes to thee But one Though the most Heart-burnt you e're shone upon Does yet retain as pure and clear the Flame As are those sacred Eyes from whence it came Eup. My Eyes so smite I then may spare my hands Aside He 's dead enough who at my Mercy stands Aside Ast Let not my Words for their Rough Dialect Be held unworthy of that fair Respect They might hope from a Brow more clear Eup. I understand not Shepheard what you say But know that Duty well I 'm bound to pay To Maiden-Modesty Then pray begon And leave me as you found me here alone Ast Wrong not the Genius of this Place fair Maid Who in the Channels of our Veins has laid A blood so pure that in Diana's Grove Here we may Court with chast and harmless Love Eup. And Swains may the same Day they Marry on Court a new Face and be reprov'd by none Ast I think they may For 't is enough that we When we are Marryed lose that Liberty To make Men Slaves what Tyrant e're begun Before his Empire 's absolutely won But why 's this said to me Eup. Because by some I have been told this Day you Marry Ast Whom Eup. Astrea Ast True such an intent I had But to accomplish it I 'm now forbid They very Hopes of You I do prefer Before th' Assurance of possessing her Eup. How can I stay to hear such Perjury Exit Ast When Love pursues you 't is in vain to flye Exit after her Enter Sylvanus and Clinias Sylvan Wooing the Moon Clin. Yes so I say the Moon Diana and the Moon they say 's all one Sylvan What is' t you say Is he or art thou Mad Clin. How can I lose those Wits I never had But come along with me and use your Art To make this Lunatique with 's Moon to part Your Daughter else for I ought I can perceive May to her Wedding-Day keep a long Eve Sylvan It is no idle Fear he puts me in This this the