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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
child_n	yield_v	young_a	youth_n	30	3	7.7115	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37284	The blind-beggar of Bednal-green vvith the merry humor of Tom Strowd the Norfolk yeoman, as it was divers times publickly acted by the Princes Servants / written by John Day.	Day, John, 1574-1640?; Chettle, Henry, d. 1607?	1659 (1659)	Wing D464; ESTC R6497	48,229	72

it told You maried lately with Sir Robert's Daughter Y. Playn Father I hate her and she scorneth me She pules she sighs she pines she leaves her meat She flies by Bridal-bed she bans she raves That ere her father forc'd her to be mine Bess. Good Sir comfort her Y. Playn. Comfott thou me and I will comfort her Bess. I will not yield consent to such a sin I scorn to be a Princes Concubine Y. Playn Wilt thou be then my wife Bess. No I have sworn To dye as pure a Maid as I was born Momf. How can she be your Wife Y. Stro. My wife will die Momf. Tarry that time Y. Playn All lingering I defie Old man I 'll make thee happy by thy grant Fair Maid thou shalt be blest in thy consent Deny me and I 'll turn a Tereus Murder thy Father then cut out thy tongue Deform thy beauty with the hand of wrath Lastly make spoyl of thy Virginity Then leave thee wretched where if now thou yield 'Gainst all reproach and wrong I 'll be thy shield Bess. Help me good Father Y. Playn Bid a sere dry'd Reed Oppose his sapless strength 'gainst a green Oak See me I am all youth all love all beauty Thou beautious lovely youthfull 't is thy duty To love thy like which duty if thou shun My hate thy beautious youth shall overturn Momf. Good Sir stand but aside a little while I do remember since my self was young The strong effects of lust both she and I Must yield to your desire Bess. I 'll rather dye Momf. Nay say not so listen to me my Child Y. Playn. I marry father if thou canst perswade her I 'll make thee rich and one day mary her Momf. Fear nothing Child but use him gently And I will fit his hot lust presently Y. Playn. Come what resolve you either yield or dye Momf. Sir I commit my Daughter to your hands But I beseech you woo her with fair words She may without compulsion yield at last I 'll in and we•p for what can I do more You 're rich and strong and I am week and poor Y. Playn Hold Father take that Gold to comfort thee Momf. For mony few men now shun infamy Bess. Oh me do you forsake me Momf. I a while I do But Playnsey I 'll anon be even with you Ex. Momf. Y. Playn. Now prettie Virgin how are you resolv'd Bess. I yield yet though I yield I bend my knees And ere my spotless Virgin shape I leese Kneels Let me delate the many miseries Y. Playn Come do not stain thy lilly cheeks with tears Nor fashion to thy self a form of dread Thou talk'st of loss of shape a fair Lass bears A shape as goodly in lost Maiden-head And far more lovely then with smiling grace They boldly look upon a Lovers face Try once then be assur'd thou l't not refuse Hadst thou a hundred Maiden-heads to lose B•ss. Impious temptation I defie thee Playnsey Setting my weak strength to resist thy lust Off with thy poysonous hands help help me Heaven Enter Momford like a Serving-man Momf. But a poor earthly man guided by Heaven Will keep thee from this deed hatefull as Hell Playnsey forbear as thou respects-thy life Y. Playn Thou Autum-shaken leaf thou bare Anatomie Thou wither'd Elder-pith thou shape of death Sent by that blind exorcist to disturb The pleasures that young Playnsey's heart affects Vanish I know thou art but lither Ayr Thy hand fell lightly on me like thin smoak That is disperc'st amongst the spreading clowds Momf. What mak'st thou me a Ghost come take thy weapons Thou shalt soon try I am both flesh and bone Fight Playnsey is down Y. Playn Hold Villain hold Momf. No Boy I am a Man Uncle to that wrong'd Maid the Blind-mans brother Who quaking sits within mourning his Child Ar't not asham'd no thou art impudent Westford and you are flesh't in villanies Think on your plot about the banish'd Momford If you 'll repent it I will use you well Make means that Momford may be proved clear As you know best his harmless innocence And on a Souldiers word I do protest Momford shall make your peace and sue your pardon Y. Playn What dost thou mean what 's this thou talk'st to me Momf. I talk of Treason rapine slander wrong Go get thee to Sir Robert hee 's hard by I saw him walking up along the Green Stand not to talk if thou accept my offer I 'll be a faithfull servant in this business Preserve your credits and confer with you If not resolve on this I 'll to the King And there accuse you of this haynous wrong Y. Playn Wilt thou stay here untill I fetch Sir Robert Momf. I will Go Maid h•lp the old man to bed Ex. Pl. Hee 's shrowdly frighted by this violence Bess. Wh•t reverend man art thou or Angel rather That speak'st these wonders of my banish'd father Momf. Go honorable M•iden Momford's Heir A little help the old weak blinded man That weeping si•s within trembling for dread Lest Playns•y had thy chast youth injured Help him and then I 'll tell thee many wonders Bess. To hear but one word of my fathers weal I 'll undergo a•l work all pain all toyl Ex. Bess. Momf. Poor Girl how glad she is to hear the voyce Of Momford's honor with what nimble •peed She hyes to help a shadow there•s no beggar No poor blind man that wants her comforting I wonder what she'ill think when she shall find Only a staff a scrip a gown a bonnet And nere a body to make use of them Enter Bess. She comes and is amazed a• she comes Bess. Where is the blind man I beseech you Sir Alone I find his garments in his Chair Do not amaze me tell me where he is Momf. He is within fair Maid Bess. Aged man I should give credit to your milk-white hairs Tell me O tell me why within a Chair The case is left are you a Conjuror Where is the blind man that I call'd my father Momf. I am no Conjuror stay here but a while And I will bring the blind-man to thy fight Stay here look on this clowdy Element And I 'll produce him to your hearts content Ex. Momf. Bess. Alas where am I sure this Beggars Cell Is a base Cottage to betray my honor I took him at the first to be a Comforter But now I see he is expert in shapes But why should I dispraise him he did free My body from vild Playnsey's luxury Methinks he has been all my Joy to me Why should there now arise this difference Enter Momford like a Beggar Momf. Daughter where are you Bess. Pray where is your brother Momf. I have no Brother no kin but one Daughter Bess. Hee 's an Inchanter sure his waies I 'll shun Momf. Daughter where are you I conjure you Child By the true honor of old Momford's name By Momford's faith that was by fraud exil'd You would not let his honor die in