Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	king_n	law_n	prerogative_n	1,605	5	10.3114	5	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43306	The fatal contract, a French tragedy as it vvas acted vvith great applause by Her Majesties servants / written by William Hemings ...	Hemings, William, b. 1602?	1653 (1653)	Wing H1422; ESTC R12659	39,260	71

I grant thou art his elder by which law Thou' rt born his subject not his equal Clovis Know Clotair's thy King and subjects hands Without the deep and dangerous traytors name May not advance against their sovereignes head Clota Neither shall his without Correction Upon him slaves Qu. Hold I command ye hold Oh Clotair thou art of a valiant soul And wilt thou basely thus beset thy Brother Fear argues spirits most degenerate And that thou fear'st th' advantage argues it O set not on thy slaves if he must die Let thy sacrifice not butcher him Clota That argument sounds harsh does Clotair fear Clo. Sacrifice me it is not in his power Eu. Exquisite Philter how it operates Qu. We hope so Clovis yet thy brother King Is as an earthly God his will his law His power uncircumscrib'd unlimited Whose Majesty can look a subject dead Clo. How look me dead I do not fear his frowns Qu. I grant th 'as great a Basiliske as he As thou art meerly man but as thy King Divinity doth prop him he stands firm That builds on that foundation yet I know Thy sword 's as sharp as his and where it lights Imprints as much of fate thine arm 's as strong Thy spirit as daring and thy will as prompt To any action that may write man Man Clot. He is your darling you do wel to praise him When I have slain him write his Epitaph Clo. My Epitaph this Pen of steel shall first Write on thy heart thine end Eu. Stil still better The venom'd poyson of a womans tongue Is more sublim'd than Mercurie they fight again Char. Hold hold O dearest Maddam your maternal breath Bears a Mandamus in it and like heaven Will lay this tempest Eu. As the wind the Sea Which makes it rage the lowder Clot. Where 's our guard That lets a tray tor pull me by the berd Upon him slaves The Guard fall on him and he falls Qu. O they have slain my Son Bloody villain thy hands have made these holes Hell take thee for 't Clot. Mother rise and depart For I am bent on mischief Qu. Do thy worst Thou murderous minded Prince this blood is mine For in some sort I bleed out Paricide Eu. How cunningly she spits her poyson forth I know her soul is light she 's glad he 's dead And joyes in the opportuntie to curse the killer For which she gaines the name of pious mother Here 's pretty woman-villany and dissimulation Aphe If they have slain him wherefore do I live O my swoln heart Clot. Remove the Corps withall Convey this Syren from our wandring eyes And howse her in a Dungeon let no light Peep through a cranney on her mask the day Put the all-searching eyes of Phaebus out Lest accidentally he gazing here Here fix eternally and so we may Despair of night as once we did of day Bear her to prison reason not the cause A Kings prerogative's above his lawes Aphe Be mercifull and lead to earth away Since he is gone it is to die to stay Exeunt some with the King others leading Aphelia and bearing away the Corps Manent Eunuch Queen Landrey Qu. Now we begin to flourish this black night Is onely lighted by our stars which smile Upon these actions and rejoyce to see Thee our sole favorite so neer a Crown But tell me Landrey how did I play the mother Did not I seem a Niobe in passion A deluge of salt tear Land Most true you wept Qu. As a good Actor in a play would do Whose fancy works as if he waking dreamt Too strongly on the Object that it copes with Shaping realities from mockeries And so the Queen did weep By this good night I think I could become the Stage as well As any she that sels her breath in publique Come shall we Act Landrey Land Act Lady what Qu. Nothing that 's new old Playes you know are best Eunuch is our bed ready Eu. Great Queen it is Qu. Come then my joy to bed where we will Act The truth which others doubt and in that sport We 'l laugh at death which triumphs in the Court. Exeunt Qu. Lan. Eu. Go sleep your last I 'l straight unto the King And he shall take them in the very act And then to cover my discoverie I 'l set on fire the Queens Bed-chamber That so I may disturb them more secure And yet the plot not mine I 'l tell the King Unlesse he present help his mother burns About it then this is a happie night The more it works their woe more 's my delight Exit Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter King Clotair and the Eunuch Eu. LOok how it fiames I fear some treachrie the bedchamb on fire Beat at her Chamber door cry it aloud And let your voice be thunder to this lightning Cry fire fire fire the Court is all a hot-house fire fire Clot. Great Queen royall mother open your door Lest you do sleep for ever mother awake The God of sleep lies heavie on her eyes Force up the door fire fire fire Eu. It 's fortifi'd ' gainst strength you must call louder Clot. Mother Queen Mother awake awake Your sleep was never more like death than now Lady Great Princess fire fire fire Enter Queen above in night attire Landrey Qu. What saucie Groom Beats our offendless doores thus daringly H 'had better rows'd a sleeping Lyoness Than thus t' have broke our slumbers what art thou Clot. Look The fire will give you light 't is I your Son Flie from your Chamber else you are but dead Your Court is all a Bonsire Qu. Let it burn I have lost my credit everlastingly I will not move afoot aside Clot. You must be forced then Exit Eunuch busie to quench the fire Land Ladie Where is your wit now in necessitie Whe shall be taken and you sham'd for ever Bethink bethink your self what shall we do aside Qu. I have 't it shall be so there put on that And as the door flies open meet him full Appearing in his Brothers warlike form Thou wilt amaze and so passe by him safely Do not appear to me I did not wound thee aloud this Seek out the beds of those that caus'd thy death And howl to them thy pittious complaints O do not look on me be gone be gone Clot. Whom d' ee hold discourse with with the air Bethink your self this is no time to dallie Qu O my Son such horrid apparitions full of dread Have I beheld have quite unwitted me Thy brothers Ghost young Clovis Ghost in armes Has thrice appear'd to me this dismall night You heard me speak too 't Clot. True I heard you speak But what of that Qu. Calls for Aphelia To bear him company i'th'other world Or else hee 'l nightly haunt us in our sleep Enter Landrey as in the Princes Armour Clot. O see it comes Qu. Fear it not Son Clot. What art thou that usurp'st this dead of night In metal like the age