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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	death_n	life_n	love_n	2,521	5	5.4712	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A58829	The unhappy kindness, or, A fruitless revenge a tragedy, as it is acted at the Theatre Royal / wrirten [sic] by Mr. Scot.	Scott, Mr. (Thomas), fl. 1696-1697.; Fletcher, John, 1579-1625. Wife for a month.	1697 (1697)	Wing S2089B; ESTC R38225	36,696	56

us So well Valerio loves thee O Evanthe That to be thine for one short month I 'd give My present fortune hopes of future greatness That scene of joys which I still hope to find Lasting as age in my Evanthe's arms The Sun may move and change the face of Nature VVe 'll know no change but blest in one another Eternal love and never fading pleasures Shall fill the course of each revolving year Fr. Guards separate those two Val. VVhat means your Highness Fr. To interrupt you Sir lest you should surfeit And lose your self in your imagin'd bliss Thou rash presumptious Fool that art so prodigal Of love and service but much more of thy life Val. I was Sir once when in the face of Death I fought the Cause of an ungrateful Master What have I done Sir to deserve your anger If it be error to desire to marry And marry her that Sanctity would dote on I have done amiss if it be a Treason To graft my Soul to Vertue and to grow there To love the Tree that bears such happiness Nay to desire to taste too I am a Traitor Had you but Plants enough of this blest Tree Set round about your Court to beautify it Deaths twice as many to dismay th' Approachers The ground would scarce yeild Graves to noble Lovers Pis aside to Al. This goes as we could wish for now Valerio Enrag'd at Frederick's unjust Refusal Will with more ease be won to our Desires Love and Revenge have made him ours already Al. Love and Revenge will those two powerful Ministers Prevail with him that 's deaf to Honours call Can he who has with Resolution born On his Sword 's point the Quarrel of a Nation Yeild up his Life so tamely for a Woman Howe're I 'll take him when his manlier Vertues Sit o're his Soul and bring him home to honour Val. As for my Life I 've hitherto preserv'd it And wear it now only to do you service How I have serv'd you Sir these here can witness I have some wounds too may plead strongly for me But since you have deny'd my first Request All other Offers tho it was your Crown Bright as it is I wou'd with scorn look down on Fr. 'T is well maintain'd Just now I think you wish● So much you dote upon your own undoing But for one month t' enjoy her as your VVife Tho at th'expiring of that time you die for it Val. I could wish many ages Sir To grow as old as Time in her Embraces If Heaven wou'd grant it and you-smile upon it But if my Choice were two hours and then perish I wou'd not pull my Heart back Fr. You have your wish Immediately I 'll see you nobly married Your time take out in all content and pleasure But when that time 's expir'd you must die for it Kneel not not all your Prayers can divert me 'T is true immediate Death should be your doom But you have done some service that pleads for you Now mark your Sentence mark it scornful Lady If when Valerio's dead within twelve hours For that 's your latest time you find not out Another Husband on the same condition To marry you again you die your self too Ev. Now you are merciful I thank your Grace Fr. If when y' are married you but seek t' escape Out of the Kingdom you or she or both Or to infect mens minds with hot Commotions You die both instantly will you love me now Lady My Tale will now be heard but now I scorn you Exit cum Sur. Ev. Is our fair Love our honest and entire Come to this hazard Val. 'T is a noble one Envy could not have studied me a way Nor Fortune pointed out a Path to Honour Straighter and nobler if she had her Eyes VVhen I have once enjoy'd my sweet Evanthe And blest my Youth with her most dear Embraces I have done my Journey here my Day is out All that the world has else is foolery Labour and loss of time what should I live for Think but Man's life a month and we are happy A Paradice as thou art my Evanthe Is only made to wonder at a little Enough for humane Eyes and then to wander from Come grudge not my felicity Ev. I 'll to the Queen his Mother Val. Do any thing that 's honest But if you sue to him in death I hate you Ex. Ev. Friends we must have a Masque I think Camillo You are a Poet pray let me beg this courtesie Cam. I 'm glad to see you merry Sir Val. Twou'd make you merry had you such a VVife And such an age t' enjoy her in Men. An age Sir Val. Is' t not age to him that is contented What should I seek for more such Youth and Beauty Cl. We confess you happy but on what Price my Lord Val. 'T were nothing else No Man can ever come to aim at Heaven But through the knowledge of an Hell Who would live long Who would be old 't is such a weariness Such a disease it hangs like Lead upon us As it increases so vexations Griefs of the Mind Pains of the feeble Body Rheums Coughs Catarrhs we are but our living Coffins Besides the fair Soul 's old too it grows covetous Which shows all Honour is departed from us And we are Earth again Cl. You make fair use Sir Val. I would not live to learn to lye Cleanthes For all the world old men are prone to that too Thou that hast been a Soldier Menallo Adopted thy brave Arm the Heir to Victory Would'st thou live so long till thy strength forsook thee Till thou grew'st only a long tedious Story Of what thou hast been till thy Sword hung by And lazy Spiders fill'd the Hilt with Cobwebs Men. No sure I wou'd not Val. 'T is not fit thou shou'd'st To dye a Young man is to be an Angel Our great good parts put Wings upon our Souls They stay sure come I hear the Musick call us Exit with Camillo Men. We will attend you Marriage and Hanging go by Destiny 't is the old Proverb now they come together here comes the Ld. Alphonso how happy had we been if he had reign'd Enter Alphonso Al. Tho he is hasty and his Anger Death His Will like Torrents not to be resisted Yet Law and Justice go along to guide him And what Law or what Justice can he find To justifie his Will Cl. He seems concern'd Men. One of his melancholy Fits that ne're last long Alp. Yet after all Death is unwelcome never Unless it be to tortur'd and sick Souls That make their own Hells here on Earth The poor Slave that lies private has his Liberty As amply as his Master in the Grave The Earth as light upon him and the Flowers That grow about him smell as sweet and flourish But whensoever it comes crown'd with Honour When Memory and Vertue are our Mourners What pleasures shall we then find in the Grave Cl. How does your