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	know_v	see_v	4,988	5	3.1452	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A27551	The revenge, or, A match in Newgate a comedy, as it was acted at the Dukes Theatre.	Betterton, Thomas, 1635?-1710.; Marston, John, 1575?-1634.	1680 (1680)	Wing B2084; ESTC R10849	52,757	74

command but I have something heavie at my heart that makes me wish you wou'd excuse me now Well Go too I say what can sit heavie there I love thee love thee infinitly in faith I do Corina Here here 's Gold for thee the Summer's coming on and thou perhaps wants Toys as Gowns and Points and Petticoats I 'll have thee show Corina with the best splendid and gay my Girl as is thy Beauty Cor. I 'll take this Gold but 't is not that I want methinks of late there is a strange decay of Passion in you you 're not so dearly fond as you were wont supplying still your want of Love with Gold your Mirth is forc'd your Visits cold and short as Winter-days and when you speak of Love you do 't with caution There 's some reserve hid in that generous breast which I wou'd be acquainted with yet tremble lest you shou'd betray't too soon Well Corina you mistake my heart 't is thine intirely thine but when a Lover's sure as I am of thy heart those little assiduities are neglected which onely hoping Lovers use to pay I am happie now and have no need of Vows but those of Constancie Go to your Lute Cor. And have ye none you do designe to marry Well Fie you 're a fool to think I be so weak Marry I scorn that slaverie whilst I possess all the delights of it with thee without its plagues and care Go to your Lute Exit Cor. Well Frank and how dost thou like my Mistriss is she not charming do you blame me now Introth I lov'd her dearly once till my Soul shew'd me the imperfections of my bodie and plac'd my love on a more worthy object my fair Marinda which if this Baggage knew there were no being for me she wou'd so rave But faith I think I 'm not so criminal as you imagin'd hah Friend Yet she 's a Whore Well A Whore Oh call her a Miss a Ladie of the Town a Beautie of delight or any thing Whore 't is a nauseous name and out of fashion now to call things by their right names Is a Citizen a Cuckold no he 's one of the Liverie Is a great man a Fool no he 's weak or led away Is a Person of Qualitie pockie no but is not well has got a Surfeit or so Come she is a Mistriss but heark she sings A Song within to a Lute after which enters Corina Friend She 's all a perfect Heaven Oh I adore her Cor. To obey your commands I sung my Love but I had rather you had pardon'd me Well You are a simple Chit go get you gone and let me go 't is late and I am sleepie Cor. This Language was not wont to come from thee take heed and do not cheat my easie Faith for if you do perhaps 't will make me mad and in my wildness some strange things may do may ruine both our lives Take heed for now I love ye much above 'em both Come you shall stay with me to night Well By no means my Dear this Gentleman has vow'd to see me chastly laid Cor. And so ye shall the Play of Infants shall not be more chast I have no wish to make him break his Vow and he shall have a Bed Well Peace that offer will offend him he 's a modest man one of a profest abstinence Good night Cor. And must you go Well I must Cor. And will you come to morrow But oh I did not use to ask such Questions Will you be sure Well I will when did I fail Good night Boy your Flambeau Good night Corina He goes out Friendly stays Cor. Why stay you Sir you see your friend is gone Friend Madam if he knows not how to prize Heaven I do and cannot leave the pleasure so soon at least if you wou'd give me leave to gaze I dare not say possess that were a blessing fit onely for the Gods nor knows man how to calm it That you shou'd throw away such wonderous beautie on the remiss cold and insensible Cor. Who is it Sir that 's so insensible Friend Death whither does my passion hurry me I shall betray friendship of many years for a flame which a new lust has kindled in a moment Cor. Heavens are you silent Sir what made ye talk of one remiss and cold who mean ye Wellman Oh if you did Friend I meant mankinde for none can merit you Is she unchast can such an one be damn'd Oh Love and Beautie you two eldest seeds of the vast Chaos what strong right ye have even in things divine our very Souls Cor. Why do you stifle what was so well begun Unfold I know you have some meaning Sir in what you have to say Concerns it Wellman Friend No. Answer me one thing Madam Cor. I will for you have something to relate which I must hear Demand I listen Friend The Question is but rude Cor. I care not What means he Aside Friend Are you You pardon me Cor. I do There 's something in his heart that I must flatter thence Be confident Friend And are you then a Whore You said you wou'd forgive Bows Cor. I did and though that question yet ' cause I know thou hast some reason for 't I 'll answer thee directly That I am Friend Are Prostitutes such things so delicate Can custom spoil what Nature made so good I never saw a sweet face vitious it might be proud inconstant wanton vain Cor. Oh leave Sir to philosophize on Beautie and tell me why you do so Friend Heavens why cou'dst not thou be constant Cor. Constant to what to whom Friend To Wellman he has all the Charms of Nature and to be false to him was such a sin Cor. Oh Heavens what base flatterer has traduc'd me tell me who dares report I am not true not true to Wellman I have been false to Vertue false to Honour false to my Name and Friends but was to Wellman what Heaven is to the Just and Penitent all soft all mercie all complying sweetness Friend By Heaven I do believe it and nere heard a breath that cou'd prophanely say thou wert not But oh I thought with reason if 't were so I cou'd not slightly part with such a Jewel or Indian-like barter this real Gold for shining gingling Bawbles Marinda Heaven thou' rt an Angel to her Cor. Enough I know my doom that word 's enough and I 'm betray'd to ruine aside I will My heart thou shalt dissemble this Go base false man that with the name of Friend has play'd the Traytor to the best of men I know thou injur'st Wellman or if true 't was not thy part to tell it hadst thou license for such a cruel Tale thou shou'dst have spar'd it to her that lov'd thy friend Be gone I hate thee and whatsoere thou meants by such a Lye I scorn thee for 't and think thee much unfit for any gallant friendship I know 't is truth and with the fatal