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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	death_n	die_v	life_n	5,110	5	5.0778	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A14875	The white diuel, or, The tragedy of Paulo Giordano Vrsini, Duke of Brachiano with the life and death of Vittoria Corombona the famous Venetian curtizan. Acted by the Queenes Maiesties Seruants. Written by Iohn Webster.	Webster, John, 1580?-1625?	1612 (1612)	STC 25178; ESTC S111501	54,825	90

courtly Pattent to beg by VIT. You are a villaine FLA. Is 't come to this the say affrights cure agues Thou hast a Deuill in thee I will try If I can scarre him from thee Nay sit still My Lord hath left me yet two case of Iewels Shall make me scorne your bounty you shall see thē VIT. Sure hee 's distracted ZAN. O he 's desperate He enter with two of pistols For your owne safety giue him gentle language FLA. Looke these are better far at a dead list Then all your iewell house VIT. And yet mee thinkes These stones haue no faire lustre they are ill set FLA. I 'le turne the right side towards you you shall see how the will sparkle VIT. Turne this horror from mee What do you want what would you haue mee doe Is not all mine yours haue I any children FLA. Pray theee good woman doe not trouble mee With this vaine wordly businesse say your prayers I made a vow to my deceased Lord Neither your selfe nor I should out-liue him The numbring of foure howers VIT. Did he enioyne it FLA. He did and 't was a deadly iealousy Least any should enioy thee after him That vrg'd him vow me to it For my death I did propound it voluntarily knowing If hee could not be safe in his owne Court Being a great Duke what hope then for vs VIT. This is your melancholy and dispaire FLA. Away Foole thou art to thinke that Polititians Do vse to kill the effects of iniuries And let the cause liue shall we groane in irons Or be a shamefull and a waighty burthen To a publicke scaffold This is my resolue I would not liue at any mans entreaty Nor dye at any 's bidding VIT. Will you heare me FLA. My life hath done seruice to other men My death shall serue mine owne turne make you ready VIT. Do you meane to die indeed FLA. With as much pleasure As e're my father gat me VIT. Are the dores lockt ZAN. Yes Madame VIT. Are you growne an Atheist will you turne your body Which is the goodly pallace of the soule To the soules slaughter house ô the cursed Deuill Which doth present vs with all other sinnes Thrice candied ore Despaire with gaule and stibium Yet we carouse it off Cry out for helpe Makes vs forsake that which was made for Man The world to sinke to that was made for deuils Eternall darkenesse ZAN. Helpe helpe FLA. I 'le stop your With Winter plums VIT. I prethee yet remember throate Millions are now in graues which at last day Like Mandrakes shall rise shreeking FLA. Leaue your prating For these are but grammaticall laments Feminine arguments and they moue me As some in Pulpits moue their Auditory More with their exclamation then sence Of reason or sound Doctrine ZAN. Gentle Madam Seeme to consent onely perswade him teach The way to death let him dye first VIT. 'T is good I apprehend it To kill one's selfe is meate that we must take Like pils not chew 't but quickly swallow it The smart a' th wound or weakenesse of the hand May else bring trebble torments FLA. I haue held it A wretched and most miserable life Which is not able to dye VIT. O but frailty Yet I am now resolu'd farewell affliction Behold Brachiano I that while you liu'd Did make a flaming Altar of my heart To sacrifice vnto you Now am ready To sacrifice heart and all Fare-well Zanche ZAN. How Madam Do you thinke that I 'le out-liue you Especially when my best selfe Flamineo Goes the same voiage FLA. O most loued Moore ZAN. Onely by all my loue let me entreat you Since it is most necessary none of vs Do violence on our selues let you or I Be her sad taster teach her how to dye FLA. Thou dost instruct me nobly take these pistols Because my hand is stain'd with bloud already Two of these you shall leuell at my brest Th' other gainst your owne and so we 'le dye Most equally contented But first sweare Not to out-liue me VIT. MOO. Most religiously FLA. Then here 's an end of me fare-well day-light And ô contemtible Physike that dost take So long a study onely to preserue So short a life I take my leaue of thee These are two cupping-glasses that shall draw Shewing pistols All my infected bloud out Are you ready BOTH Ready FLA. Whither shall I go now O Lucian thy ridiculous Purgatory to finde Alexander the great cobling shooes Pompey tagging points and Iulius Caesar making haire buttons Haniball selling blacking and Augustus crying garlike Charlemaigne selling lists by the dozen and King Pippin crying Apples in a cart drawn with one horse Whether I resolue to Fire Earth water Aire Or all the Elements by scruples I know not Nor greatly care Shoote shoote Of all deaths the violent death is best For from our selues it steales our selues so fast They shoot and run to him tread vpon him The paine once apprehended is quite past VIT. What are you drop't FLA. I am mixt with Earth already As you are Noble Performe your vowes and brauely follow mee VIT. Whither to hell ZAN. To most assured damnation VIT. O thou most cursed deuill ZAN. Thou art caught VIT. In thine owne Engine I tread the fire out That would haue bene my ruine FLA. Will you be periur'd what a religious oath was Stix that the Gods neuer durst sweare by and violate ô that wee had such an oath to minister and to be so well kept in our Courts of Iustice VIT. Thinke whither thou art going ZAN. And remēber What villanies thou hast acted VIT. This thy death Shall make me like a blazing ominous starre Looke vp and tremble FLA. O I am caught with a springe VIT. You see the Fox comes many times short ho me 'T is here prou'd true FLA. Kild with a couple of braches VIT. No fitter offring for the infernall furies Then one in whom they raign'd while hee was liuing FLA. O the waies darke and horrid I cannot see Shall I haue no company VIT. O yes thy sinnes Do runne before thee to fetch fire from hell To light thee thither FLA. O I smell soote most sinking soote the chimneis a fire My liuers purboil'd like scotch holly-bread There 's a plumber laying pipes in my guts it scalds Wilt thou out-liue mee ZAN. Yes and driue a stake Through thy body for we 'le giue it out Thou didst this violence vpon thy selfe FLA. O cunning Deuils now I haue tri'd your loue And doubled all your reaches I am not wounded Flamineo riseth The pistols held no bullets 't was a plot To proue your kindnesse to mee and I liue To punish your ingratitude I knew One time or other you would finde a way To giue me a strong potion ò Men That lye vpon your death-beds and are haunted With howling wiues neere trust them they 'le re-marry Ere the worme peirce your winding sheete ere the Spider Make a thinne curtaine for your Epitaphes How cunning you were to