Selected quad for the lemma: city_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
city_n	call_v	king_n	place_n	5,893	4	4.0838	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A56909	Agrippa, King of Alba, or, The false Tiberinus as it was several times acted with great applause before His Grace the Duke of Ormond then Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, at the Theatre Royal in Dublin / from the French of Monsieur Quinault.	Dancer, John, fl. 1660-1675.; Quinault, Philippe, 1635-1688. Agrippa, roi d'Albe.	1675 (1675)	Wing Q214; ESTC R3936	31,924	70

how in your griefs a part I bear And for their ease a remedy prepare Tyrh. How Sir can you restore my son to breath Mez. I cannot but we may revenge his death There 's nothing should a greater trouble give To you than that you see his murderer live But now that mine do with your wishes meet They 'll bring you all that in revenge is sweet Tyrh. Can you think this Sir gainst your Soveraign Mez. To circumvent you you may think I feign But you 'll recant your errour when you hear He 'd snatch from me all that my Soul holds dear And when Love in our hearts has gain'd command We abhor all do's its carrier withstand Tyrh. Your unjust Rival I with you condemn 'T is fit that flame should fatal prove to him And yet his blood which through your veins does move Might stifle this extravagance of love Mez. Those flames within our brests must needs be cold Where Nature do's with Love proportion hold Love do's all fetters but it's own disdain Kindred and blood against it strive in vain When first the Princess me her Champion made Some little tremblings did my Soul invade But thinking he to her was sacrifiz'd They vanish'd and all duties I despis'd My heart that knew it did depend on her Soon those did to all other chains prefer When what we love craves to be understood In vain we listen to the cries of blood The object lov'd rules in the Lover's brest And by its laws all others are supprest Tyrh. The danger Sir of such an enterprize The fear of a discovery or surprize The Kings revenge who never will forgive May yet to your resolves some trouble give Mez. Think not my Soul can be betray'd by fear Love having got such vast dominion there In vain those Chills my flames strive to asswage I think what object do's my Arm engage And how should fear gain place within my Soul When that God rules there do's all Gods controul Tyrh. You Sir may judge in the assault you make What thoughts I ought to have what part to take But since Kings do Gods Image bear and he Who them assails fights with the Deity Sure that strict awe which to the Heavens we owe May stop your hand ready to give the blow Though earthly Terrours you as Bugbears prize You can't the Thunder of the Gods despise Which do's the great'st of Criminals appall Mez. The guilty do not still by Lightning fall When Gods with Thunder would the Earth affright The Bolt alas do's on th' unhappy light For when it rends the skies and roars from thence Chance oftner is its guide than Providence But for the Crime if a revenge to take Th' incensed heavens o're my head should shake If all the Gods against me should conspire And anger make them arm their hands with fire Yet whilst a beauty that has so much charm Inspires my blood and do's my courage warm Even all those Gods themselves would Bugbears be And shaking heaven it self should not shake me Only do you the part due to you take And show what you dare do for a sons sake Tyrh. Oh Sir this interest touches me most neer Knew you but how weeps Mez. It do's too well appear Knowing how tender your concernments were I thought it just that you should have a share In this revenge and did resolve to owe To your advice the guidance of my blow Tyrh. I to your trust do this assurance give Your confidence has made my hopes revive And I had sure despair'd had you to me Deny'd a part in this conspiracie Mez. I 'll leave the choice of time and place to you My friends are ready powerful and true Who on my orders would the world lay wast Tyrh. 'Bove all take heed of making too much hast The King Sir hath his Army hither call'd The Fort is guarded and the City wall'd So that on failor or discovery There can for us no hopes of safety be These dangers 'mongst our friends may doubts create And one mans fear expose us all to fate This hindrance cannot last for many days For more than ten the Army hardly stays And our Conspirators who then will know Themselves the stronger will the bolder grow In great designs fit choice of time must sway Mez. I do with you consent to the delay And always shall think your advice the best Rul'd by experience and by interest In the mean time let us our friends prepare I 'll send you mine and judge you what they are It is your care that I rely upon Tyrh. What e're a Father can do for a son You may be sure of and if Fate prove true I shall do things not thought of yet by you The End of the Third ACT. ACT THE FOURTH SCENE I. Lavinia Mezentius Lav. SIr what unhappy News is this you tell Tyrhenus made a prisoner Mez. It may well Surprize you Madam as it has done me For with him all our hopes imprisoned be In his restraint our chief relyance dies He many friends experienc'd has and wise He my close partners in the plot has seen And by his Counsels so gain'd their esteem That as if Courage from his breath distill'd He all their brests hath with fresh boldness fill'd But parting from us Atis as 't is said Met him and to the Fort him prisoner led Lav. How do's one crime another still engage My Lovers blood whetted the Tyrants rage Which from that time so sharp and keen remains He 'll wreak the rest on 't in his fathers veins A swift assistance now our hopes must stead Go let the Tyrant's death secure that head And by your blows preventing his design Save him the horrour of so foul a crime He has liv'd but too long a Tyrants fate As always wisht for always seems too late Run then and since your friends wait but your word Do not to them a time of doubt afford These great attempts do too much hazard run When we allow space for reflexion Think but what fears Tyrhenus death may raise Danger and doubt the greatest heart allays Mez. Madam I 'll fly your pleasure to obey Nor will I now dispute for a delay But slighting reasons might this hast withstand Think it enough that it is your command Whilst the King pays his vows to Victory He shall himself to you a Victim be And by your eyes those sacred lights I swear To bring his head here or to leave mine there But here he comes The Guards appear Lav. I 'll fly Mez. Constrain your hate Now he 's so nigh your flight will be too late And thus in your revenge you gain a share To stop him here whilst I his death prepare SCENE II. Agrippa Lavinia Atis Train Agrip. Do I then Princess yet those beauties see Alas that my joy should your torment be That all my faithful love and all my pain Dare only hope for hatred and disdain And yet my flame is grown so bright and high In vain