Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	good_a	great_a	king_n	5,512	5	3.6764	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04896	The King & northern-man, shewing how a poor Northumberland-man (tennant to the King) being wronged by a lawyer (his neighbour), went to the King himself to make known his grievance. To the tune of, Slut.	M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656?	1695 (1695)	Wing P439; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.7[174]	4,759	2

in a Garden yet from his game he did not start The day was so hot he cast off his Doublet he had nothing from the wast but his shirt Lo yonder 's the King said the Noble-man behold follow lo where he goes Believ 't he 's some unthrift says the poor man that has lost his money and pawn'd his cloths But when he came before the King the Noble-man did his courtesie The poor man followed after him And gave a nod with 's head and a beck with 's knee And if you be Sir King then said the poor man as I can hardly think ye be Here is a gude fellow that brought me hither is liker to be the king than ye I am the king his Grace now said fellow let me thy case understand If you be Sir king i 'me a Tenant of yours that was born up brought in your own land There dwells a Lawyer hard by me and a fault in my Lease he saith he hath found And all was for selling five poor Ashes to build an house upon your own ground Hast thou a Lease here said our king or canst thou she to me the Deed He gave it into the kings own hand and said Sir here 't is if that you can read Let 's see thy Lease then said the king then from his Black Box he pull'd it out He gave it into the kings own hand with four or five knots t'yd fast in a clout We'st never unlose these knots said the king he gave it to one that behind him did stay It is a proud Horse then said the poor man will not carry's own Provinder along the high way Pay me forty shillings as I se pay you I will not think much to unloose a knot I would I were so occupied every day I 'd unloose a score on 'um for a groat VVhen the king had gotten these Letters read and found the truth wak very so I warrent thee thou hast not forfeit thy Lease if thou hadst feld five Ashes mo I every one can warrant me but all your warrants are not worth a flee For he that troubles me and will not let me go neither cares for warrant of you nor me Thou 'st have an Injunction said our kin● from troubling of thee he will ceas He 'l either shew thee good cause why or else he 'l let thee live in peace VVhat 's that Injunction said the poor man good Sir to me I pray you say VVhy it is a Letter I 'le cause to be written but art thou so simple as thou showst to day VVhy if 't be a Letter i 'me never the better keep it to thy self and trouble not me I could ha had a letter written cheaper at home and nere a come out of my own country Thoust have an Atachment said our King charge all that thou seest take thy part Till he pay ther an hundred pound sure thou never let him start If any seem against thee to stand besure thou come hither straight way I marry is that all I se get for my labour then I may come trotting every day Thou art hard of belief then said our King to please him with Letters he was willing I see you have taken great pains in writing with all my heart I se ' give a Shilling I 'le ●ave none of thy shilling said our King man with thy money God give theee win He threw it into the Kings bosome the money lay cold next to his skin Bethrew thy heart then said our King thou art an Earl something too bold Dost thou not see I am hot with Bowling and the money next to my skin lies cold I never wist that before said the poor man before sike time as I came hither If the Lawers in our Country thought 't was cold they would not heap up so much together The King called up his Treasurer and bad him fetch him twenty Pound If ever thy Errand lye here away I 'le bear thy Charges up and down When the poor man saw the Gold down tendred for to receive it he was willing If I had thought the King had had so mickle gold beshrev●de my heart I 'de ha kept my shilling The poor man got home the next Sunday The Lavver soon did him espy O Sir you have been a stranger long I think from me you have kept you by It was for you indeed said the poor man the matter to the King as I have tell I did as my neighbour put into my head and made a submission to him my sell What a deel didst thou with the K. qd the lawyer could not neighbors and friends agree thee me The deel a neighbor or friend that I had that would ha been such a days man as he He has gin me a Letter but I know not what they cal 't but if the kings mords be true to me When you have read and perused it over I hope you 'l leave and let me be He has gin me another but I know not what too but I charge you all to hold him fast Till he pay me an hundred Pound I will go tye him fast ttill a Post Marry God forbid the Lawyer said then the Tachment was red before them there Thou must needs something credit me till I go home and fetch some me●● Credit nay that 's it the king forbad he bade it I got thee I should thee stay The Lawyer paid him an hundred pound in ready money e're he went away Would every Lawyer were served thus from troubiing poor men they vvould cease They'd either shevv him good cause vvhy or else they 'd let him live in peace And thus I end my merry song which shevvs the plain mens simpleness And the kings ' great mercy in Righting vvrongs and the Lavvyers fraud and vvickedness Printed by and for Alex. Milbourn at the Stationers-Arms in Green-Arbor Court in the Little Old-Baily