Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	faith_n	good_a	salvation_n	3,234	5	7.4195	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A38694	The man of mode, or, Sr. Fopling Flutter a comedy : acted at the Duke's Theatre / by George Etherege ...	Etherege, George, Sir, 1635?-1691.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.	1676 (1676)	Wing E3374; ESTC R38861	57,918	106

during this tedious absence This business of yours Dorimant has been With a Vizard at the Playhouse I have Had an Eye on you If some malitious body Shou'd betray you this kind note wou'd hardly Make your peace with her Dor. I desire no better Med. Why wou'd her knowledge of it oblige you Dor. Most infinitely next to the coming to a good Understanding with a new Mistress I love a quarrel with an old one but the Devils in 't there has been such a calm in My affairs of late I have not had the pleasure Of making a Woman so much as break Her Fan to be sullen or forswear her self These three days Med. A very great Misfortune let me see I love Mischief well enough to forward this business My self I 'll about it presently and though I Know the truth of what y 'ave done will set her A raving I 'le heighten it a little with Invention Leave her in a fit o' the Mother and be here Again before y' are ready Dor. Pray stay you may spare your self the Labour The business is undertaken already by One who will manage it with as much address and I think with a little more Malice than you can Med. Who i' the Devils name can this be Dor. Why the Vizard that very Vizard you saw Me with Med. Does she love mischief so well as to betray Her self to spight another Dor. Not so neither Medley I will make you comprehend The mystery this Masque for a farther Confirmation of what I have been these two days Swearing to her made me yesterday at the Playhouse Make her a promise before her face utterly to break off With Loveit and because she tenders my reputation And wou'd not have me do a barbarous thing has Contriv'd a way to give me a handsom occasion Med. Very good Dor. She intends about an hour before me this Afternoon to make Loveit a visit and having The priviledge by reason of a profess'd Friendship Between 'em to talk of her Concerns Med. Is she a Friend Dor. Oh an intimate Friend Med. Better and better pray proceed Dor. She means insensibly to insinuate a Discourse of me and artificially raise her Jealousie To such a height that transported with the First motions of her passion she shall fly Upon me with all the Fury imaginable As soon as ever I enter the Quarrel being Thus happily begun I am to play my part Confess and justifie all my Roguery Swear her impertinence and ill humour makes Her intolerable tax her with the next Fop That comes into my head and in a huff March away slight her and leave her To be taken by whosoever thinks it worth His time to lie down before her Med. This Vizard is a spark and has a Genius that Makes her worthy of your self Dorimant Enter Handy Shoomaker and Footman Dor. You Rogue there who sneak like a Dog that Has flung down a Dish if you do not mend Your waiting I 'le uncase you and turn you Loose to the Wheel of Fortune Handy Seal this and let him run with it presently Exit Handy and Footman Med. Since y' are resolv'd on a Quarrel why do You send her this kind note Dor. To keep her at home in order to the business How now you drunken Sot To the Shoomaker Shoom. ' Zbud you have no reason to talk I have Not had a Bottle of Sack of yours in my Belly This Fortnight Med. The Orange Woman says your Neighbours take Notice what a Heathen you are and Design to inform the Bishop and have you burn'd For an Atheist Shoom. Damn her Dunghill if her Husband does Not remove her she stinks so the Parish Intend to indite him for a Nusance Med. I advise you like a Friend reform your Life you have brought the envy of the World Upon you by living above your self Whoring and Swearing are Vices too gentile For a Shoomaker Shoom. ' Zbud I think you men of quality will grow As unreasonable as the Women you wou'd Ingross the sins o' the Nation poor Folks Can no sooner be wicked but th' are rail'd At by their Betters Dor. Sirrah I 'le have you stand i' the Pillory For this Libel Shoom. Some of you deserve it I 'm sure there Are so many of 'em that our Journeymen now adays Instead of harmless Ballads sing nothing But your damn'd Lampoons Dor. Our Lampoons you Rogue Shoom. Nay Good Master why shou'd not you Write your own Commentaries as well as Caesar Med. The Raskal's read I perceive Shoom. You know the old Proverb Ale and History Dor. Draw on my Shooes Sirrah Shoom. Here 's a Shooe Dor. Sits with more wrinkles than there are In an Angry Bullies Forehead Shoom. ' Zbud as smooth as your Mistresses skin Does upon her so strike your foot in home ' Zbud if e're a Monsieur of 'em all Make more fashionable Ware I 'le be content To have my Ears whip'd off with my own Paring Knife Med. And serv'd up in a Ragoust instead of Coxcombs to a Company of French Shoomakers For a Collation Shoom. Hold hold damn 'em Catterpillars let 'em Feed upon Cabbidge Come Master your health This Morning next my heart now Dor. Go get you home and govern your Family better Do not let your Wife follow you to the Alehouse beat your Whore and lead you Home in Triumph Shoom. ' Zbud there 's never a man i' the Town lives more like A Gentleman with his Wife than I do I never mind her motions she never inquires Into mine we speak to one another Civilly Hate one another heartily and because 't is vulgar To lie and soak together we have each of us Our several Settle-bed Dor. Give him half a Crown Med. Not without he will promise to be bloody drunk Shoom. Tope's the word i' the Eye of the World for my Masters honour Robin Dor. Do not debauch my Servants Sirrah Shoom. I only tip him the wink he knows an Alehouse from a Hovil Exit Shoomaker Dor. My Cloaths quickly Med. Where shall we dine to day Enter Bellair Dor. Where you will here comes a good Third man Bell. Your Servant Gentlemen Med. Gentle Sir how will you answer this Visit to your honourable Mistress 't is not Her interest you shou'd keep Company With men of sence who will be talking reason Bell. I do not fear her pardon do you but Grant me yours for my neglect of late Med. Though y 'ave made us miserable by the Want of your good Company to show you I am free from all resentment may the Beautiful cause of our misfortune Give you all the Joys happy Lovers Have shar'd ever since the World began Bell. You wish me in Heaven but you believe Me on my Journey to Hell Med. You have a good strong Faith and that may contribute Much towards your Salvation I confess I am But of an untoward constitution apt to have Doubts and scruples and in Love they are no less Distracting than in Religion were I