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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	king_n	law_n	lord_n	4,135	5	3.8427	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A80707	Covent Garden drolery, or A colection [sic] of all the choice songs, poems, prologues, and epilogues, (sung and spoken at courts and theaters) never in print before. Written by the refined'st witts of the age. And collected by A.B.	A. B.	1672 (1672)	Wing C6624AB; ESTC R230960	31,777	116

't 5. Well this rub of fortune is over but stay They call for a Reckning there 's six Pence to pay Now mark how damn'd fortune these Strowlers do's cozen They Pawn all their stock to pay the half dozen 6. But promising th' Host that he should Tricket free See their Plays every day and his whole family He releases e'm straight and now all the rabble Marcht up to go lye in their Play-house a Stable 7. This fortunate stable had Faggots in it Which serv'd to seat all the House but the Pit For that was more decently spread I confess With straw to secure 'em from horse dung and piss 8. Now he that sate here had much the better place He broke not his neck though he wetted his Ar For by th' ill succe●●ve disposure of th' other Folks saw and they tumbled too one ore another 9. I confess they had never a Scene at all They wanted no copy they had th' original For the windowes being down and most part of the roof How could they want Scenes when they had prospect enough 10. Now will we suppose that Monday is come And the Play is proclaymed by beat of a Drum Faith now you are supposing let it be Tuesday morn For of Monday I know no more then the child unborn 11. It s said that they Acted not upon Monday Something was wanting and so they lost one day They send unto London what 's lacking is gotten And so on the next day wy'e all things did cotten 12. The Prizes they took were a Londoners groat A Gentlemans size but his skipkennels pot The Townsmen they let in for drink and good chear The School boys for peace and the Seamen for fear 13. On Tuesday at three a clock I was we'e 'em I kist their doorkeeper and went into see 'em Being enter'd an Actor straight brought me a stool Hee 'd a held my cloak too but I wa'nt such a fool 14. The first that appear'd when I was come in With her train to her ankles was who but the Queen She civilly made me a curtsy and straight Retired to sit on her Fagots of state 15. Then in came the King with a Murtherous mind Gainst his new married Queen which when I did find I call'd him a side and whispering in 's Ear Desired him to fetch me a Flagon of Bear 16. There 's twelve pence said I take the rest for your pains Your Servant said he Sir sweet Mr. Haines His Majesty faith I must needs say was civil For he took up his Heels and ran for 't like a Devil 17. Mean time I addrest my self to his Bride And took her into the tireing House side A hay loft it was which at a dead lift Instead of a better serv'd then for a shift 18. But mark the Fate of her Civility The Players did rant both at her and me And therefore because for fear she 'd be lack'd I ordred the Drummer to beat a long Act. 19. He beat and he beat but no Queen appear'd He beat till at length the house was all clear'd By my Troath a sad loss but to make e'm amends I threw e'm a Crown and we were all Friends And so this Renowned History ends SONG 1. Maid CHaron Charon come away Bring forth thy Boat and Oare That I poor Maid may make no stay But Row me to some Shore 2. Charon VVho cal's on Charon in such hast As if they suffer'd Pain I carry none but pure and Chast Such as true Love hath Slain 3. Maid Oh! carry me within thy Boat I 'le tell thee a true Love's Tale With sigh's so deep when as we float Shall serve us for a Gale 4. Charon I Come I come sweet Soul I come Thy Beauty does so charm me Come in my Boar take there a Room Nor Wind nor Rain shall harm thee 5. Maid And now I am within thy Boat I 'le sing thee a true Love Song My Eyes shall shed a Sea of Waves To float our Boat along 6. Charon But what 's become of those hard hearts That Virgins did not pitty They live within Virginia parts VVhere Pluto built his City A Song SInce we poor slavish Women know Like men we cannot pick and chuse To him we like why say we no And both our time and labour lose By our put off's and fain'd delayes A Lovers appetite we pall And if too long the Youngsters stays His stomack 's gon for good and all 2. Or our impatient amorous Guest Unknown to us away may steal And rather then stay for a Feast Take up with some course ready Meale VVhen oppertunity is kind Let prudent women be so two And if the man be to her mind Be sure she do not let him go 3. The match soon made is happiest still For Love has only there to do Let no one Marry gainst her will But stand off when her Parents woe And to the Suitor be not coy For they whom Joynture can obtain To let a Fop her bed injoy Is but a lawful VVench for gain HOw many Lovers Poetry has got No mistress by so many Rivals saught And sure to be so courted shee 's the first That was so very poor and very curst All her enjoyments too is but a name Yet coy of that nor safe in her own Fame The vain Gallants that unto Poetry Or women do pretend in this agree Each thinks his Mistriss sure and in despite Though he ner'e hopes to gain her swears he might Another Damme Lover with a smile Cry's I could have her were it worth the while Say's tother would I court this Rich ming dame Gad I could shew the world both salt and flame One line should Not be high and th' other sinking But Iac and Tom Pox take em keep me drinking Against such censurers we do declare Before they plead they should be cal'd to 'th Barr. To Judges places these ought not to rise That for degrees have done no exercise For some who did pretend to the most wit Have not made out their claims when they have writ By those contentions should not sure be saught When their own titles are in question brought Those judges he allowes whose claims are clear For those he thinks are few and less severe SONG 1. IN few words I 'le describe a Fanatick knave That snarles and knowes not what he would have Pray mark but the tricks of this prick ear'd slave Which no body can deny 2. Hee 'd kill his King to preserve his cause Hang honest men in defence of the Law 's And this he saies is a legal cause Which no body c. 3. He flyes from the scripture and stands to the Word Protests the Gospel must come in by the Sword But that the Devil is his good Lord Ther 's no body can deny 4. He prayes by the spirit two hours at least And spends in edification the rest With an Evil spirit he is possest Which no body can deny 5. His Text you shall find