Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	love_n	love_v	reason_n	2,582	5	5.7232	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A27280	The city-heiress, or, Sir Timothy Treat-all a comedy : as it is acted at His Royal Highness his theatre / written by Mrs. A. Behn.	Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.; Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627. Mad world, my masters.; Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640. Guardian.	1682 (1682)	Wing B1719; ESTC R19571	61,514	72

enough But when you 're weary of me first your Friend then his then all the world Wild. Think not that t●●e will ever come L. Gall. Oh it must it will Wild. Or if it shou'd cou'd I be such a Villain Ah Cruel if you lov'd me as yo● say You wou'd not thus distrust me L. Gall. You do me wrong I love you more than ere my Tongue Or all the Actions of my Life can tell you so well Your very faults how gross soere to me Have something pleasing in ' em To me you 're all That Man can praise or Woman can desire All Charm without and all Desert within But yet my Vertue is more lovely still That is a price too high to pay for you The love of Angels may be bought too dear If we bestow on them what 's kept for Heaven Wild. Hell and the Devil I 'll hear no more Of this Religious stuff this Godly nonsence Death Madam do you bring me into your Chamber to preach Vertue to me L. Gall. I bring you hither how can you say it I suffer'd you indeed to come but not For the base end you fancy'd but to take A last leave of you Let my heart break with Love I cannot be that wretched thing you 'd have me Believe I still shall have a kindness for you Always your Friend your Mistriss now no more Wild. Cozen'd abus'd she loves some other man Dull Blockhead not to find it out before Aside Well Madam may I at last believe This is your fixt and final Resolution And does your Tongue now truly speak your Heart That has so long bely'd it L. Gall. It does Wild. I 'm glad on 't Good night And when I visit you again May you again thus fool me Offers to go L. Gall. Stay but a moment Wild. For what to praise your Night-dress or make court to your little Dog No no Madam send for Mr. Flamfull and Mr. Flutterbuz Mr. Lapp-fool and Mr. Love-all they 'll do it better and are more at leisure L. Gall. Hear me a little You know I both despise and hate those civil Coxcombs as much as Lesteem and love you But why will you be gone so soon and why are you so cruel to urge me thus to part either with your good Opinion or your Kindness I wou'd fain keep 'em both In a soft tone Wild. Then keep your word Madam L. Gall. My word And have I promis'd then to be A Whore A Whore Oh let me think of that A man's Convenience his leisure hours his Bed of Ease To loll and tumble on at idle times The Slave the Hackney of his lawless Lust A loath'd Extinguisher of filthy flames Made use of and thrown by Oh infamous Wild. Come come you love me not I see it plain That makes your scruples that that 's the reason You start at words and run away from shadows Already some pert Fop some Ribon-fool Some dancing Coxcomb has supplanted me In that unsteady treacherous woman's heart of yours L. Gall. Believe it if you will Yes let me be false unjust ungrateful any thing but a Whore Wild. Oh Sex on purpose form'd to plague Mankind All that you are and that you do 's a lye False are your Faces false your floating Hearts False are your Quarrels false your Reconcilements Enemies without Reason and Dear without Kindness Your Friendship 's false but much more false your Love Your damn'd deceitful Love is all o'er false L. Gall. False rather are the Joys you are so fond of Be wise and cease Sir to pursue 'em farther Wild. No them I can never quit but you most easily A woman changeable and false as you L. Gall. Said you most easily Oh inhumane Your cruel words have wak'd a dismal thought I feel 'em cold and heavy at my heart And weakness steals upon my Soul apace I find I must be miserable I would not be thought false In a soft tone coming neer him Wild. Nor wou'd I think you so give me not cause L. Gall. What heart can bear distrust from what it loves Or who can always her own Wish deny Aside My Reason's weary of the unequal strise And Love and Nature will at last o'ercome Do you not then believe I love you To him in a soft tone Wild. How can I while you still remain unkind L. Gall. How shall I speak my guilty thoughts I have not power to part with you conceal my shame I doubt I cannot I fear I wou'd not any more deny you Wild. Oh heavenly sound Oh charming Creature speak that word again agen agen for ever let me hear it L. Gall. But did you not indeed and will you never never love Mrs. Charlot never Wild. Never never L. Gall. Turn your face away and give me leave To hide my rising Blushes I cannot look on you As this last Speech is speaking she sinks into his Arms by degrees But you must undo me if you will Since I no other way my truth can prove You shall see I love Pity my Weakness and admire my Love Wild. All Heaven is mine I have it in my arms Nor can ill Fortune reach me any more Fate I de●ie thee and dull World adieu In Loves kind Fever let me ever ly Drunk with Desire and raving mad with Joy Exeunt into the Bed-chamber Wild. leading her with his arms about her Enter Sir Charles Meriwill and Sir Anthony Sir Char. drunk SCENE changes Sir Anth. A Dog a Rogue to leave her Sir Char. Why look ye Uncle what wou'd you have a man do I brought her to her Coach Sir Anth. To her Coach to her Coach Did not I put her into your hand follow'd you out winkt smil'd and nodded cry'd ' buy Charles ' buy Rogue which was as much as to say Go home with her Charles home to her Chamber Charles nay as much as to say Home to her Bed Charles nay as much as to say Hum hum a Rogue a Dog and yet to be modest too That I shou'd bring thee up with no more fear of God before my Eyes Sir Char. Nay dear Uncle don't break my heart now Why I did proffer and press and swear and ly'd and but a Pox on her she has the damndest wheedling way with her as Dear Charles nay pri●hee he 't is late to morrow my Honour which if you lov'd you wou'd preserve and such obliging Reasons Sir Anth. Reasons Reason a Lover and talk of Reason You lye Sirrah you lye Leave a woman for Reason when you were so finely drunk too a Rascal Sir Char. Why look ye d' ye see Uncle I du●●t not trust my self alone with her in this pickle lest I shou'd a fallen soul on her Sir Anth. Why there 's it 't is that you shou'd adone I am mistaken if she be not one of those Ladies that love to be ravisht of a Kindness Why your willing Rape is all the fashion Charles Sir Char. But heark ye Uncle Sir Anth. Why how now Jack-sawce what