Linguistic DNA - Concept Modelling Demonstrator

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	body_n	hell_n	sin_n	6,037	5	4.6569	4	false

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19755	The bloodie banquet A tragedie. By T.D.	T. D.; Drue, Thomas, fl. 1616-1653, attributed name.; Barker, Thomas, fl. 1620, attributed name.; Davenport, Robert, fl. 1623, attributed name.; Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632, attributed name.; Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627, attributed name.	1639 (1639)	STC 6181; ESTC S109199	32,489	60

weepeÌ„s for How oft I told thee this attempt was death Yet would'st thou venture on fond man and kneÌ„w But what destruction will not youth pursue Here long mightst thou have liv'd beene lov'd enjoy'd Had not thy will thy happinesse destroyd Thought'st thou by oathes to have thy deedeÌ„s well borne Thou should'st have come when man was nere forsworne They are dangerous now witnesse this breach of thine Who 's false to his owne faith will nere keepe mine We must be safe young man the deed 's unknowne There are more loves honours no more than one Yet spight of death I le kisse thee oh strange ill That for our feares we should our comforts kill Whom shall I trust with this poore bleeding body Yonder 's a secret Vault runnes through the Castle There for a while convey him haplesse Boy that never knew how deare 't was to enjoy Enter Tyrant with a Torch Oh me confounded everlastingly Damnd to a thousand Tortures in that sight What shall I frame my Lord She runnes to him Tyr. What 's shee Que. Oh my sweete dearest Lord Tyr. Thy name Que. Thy poore affrighted and indangered Queene Tyr. Oh I know thee now Que. Did not your Majesty heare the piteous shreikes Of an inforced Lady Tyr. Yes whose were they Que. Mine my most worthy Lord behold this Villaine Seald with his just desert light here my King This violent youth whom till this night I saw not Being as it seemes acquainted with the footesteps Of that darke passage broke through the Vault upon me And with a secret Lanthorne searcht me out And seized me at my Orisons alone And bringing me by violence to this roome Farre from my guard or any hope of rescue Intending here the ruine of my honour But in the strife as the good Gods ordain'd it Reaching for succour I lighted on a Pistoll Which I presum'd was not without his charge Then I redeemed mine honour from his lust So he that sought my fall lyes in the dust Tyr. Oh let me imbrace thee for a brave unmatchable Precious unvallewed admirable whore Que. Ha! what sayes my Lord Tyr. Come hither yet draw nearer how came this man To 's end I would heare that I would learne cunning Tell me that I may wonder and so lose thee There is no Art like this let me pertake A subtlety no devill can imitate Speake why is all so contrary to time He downe and you up ha why thus Que. I am sorry for my Lord I understand him not Tyr. The deed is not so monstrous in it selfe As is the Art which ponders home the deed The cunning doth amaze me past the sinne That he should fall before my rage begin Que. My Lord Tyr. Come hither yet one of those left hands give me Thou hast no right at all Nothing but put a Ring upon a finger Que. That 's a wrong finger for a Ring my Lord Tyr. And what was he on whom you bounteously bestow'd this Iewell Que. I doe not like that word a side Tyr. Looke well upon 't doest know it I and start Que. Oh heaven how came this hither Your Highnesse gave me this this is mine owne Tyr. T is the same ring but yet not the same stone Mysticall Strumpet dost thou yet presume Vpon thy subtle strength shak'st thou not yet Or is it onely Art makes women constant whom nature makes so loose I lookt for gracious lightning from thy cheekes I see none yet for a relenting Eye I can see no such sight lust keepes in all My witnesse where 's my witnesse rise in the same forme Enter from below Mazeres habited like Roxano Que. Oh I 'me betray'd Tyr. Is not you woman an Adulteresse Maz. Yes my good Lord Tyr. Was not this fellow catcht for her desire Brought in a Mist banquetted and received To all her amplest pleasures Maz. True my Lord I brought him saw him feasted and reÌ„ceiv'd Tyr. Downe downe we have too much Que. Oh t is Roxano Maz. So by this sleight I have deceiv'd them both I 'm tooke for him I strive to make her loath Exit Tyr. Needes here more witnesses I le call up more Que. Oh no here lyes a witnesse gainst my selfe Sooner beleev'd than all their hired faiths Doome me unto my death onely except The lingering execution of your looke Let me not live tormented in that brow I doe confesse Tyr. Oh I felt no quicke till now All witnesses to this were but dead flesh I was insensible of all but this Would I had given my Kingdome so condition'd That thou hadst nere confessed it Now I stand by the deed see all in Action The close conveyance cunning passages The Artfull fetch the whispering close disguising The houre the Banquet and the baudy Tapers All sticke in mine eye together yet thou shalt live Que. Torment me not with life it askes but death Tyr. Oh hadst thou not confest hadst thou no sleight Where was thy cunning there I see it now in thy confession Thou shalt not dye as long as this is meate Thou kill'dst a Bucke which thou thy selfe shalt eate Que. Deare sir Tyr. Here 's Deere strucke dead with thy owne hand T is Venison for thy owne tooth thou know'st the rellish A dearer place hath beene thy Taster hoa Sertorio Lodovico They Enter Ambo Here sir Tyr. Drag hence that body see it quartered streight No living wrath can I extend upon 't Else torments horrors Gibbets rackes and wheeles Had with a thousand deaths presented him Ere he had tasted one yet thou shalt live Heere take this Taper lighted kneele and weepe I le try which is spent first that of thine eye I le provide foode for thee thou shalt not dye If there be hell for sinnes that men commit Marry a strumpet and she keepes the pit Exit Que. I feard this misery long before it came My ominous dreames and fearefull dreadfulnesse Promis'd this issue long before t was borne Enter Mazeres Maz. Yonder she kneeles little suspecting me The neate discoverer of her Venery I were full safe had I Roxano's life Which in this streame I fish for how now Lady So nere the earth suites not a living Queene Que. Vnder the earth were safer and farre happier Maz. What is 't that can drive you to such discomforts To prize your glories at so meane a Rate Que. The trechery of my servants good my Lord Maz. Dare they prove trecherous most ignoble Vassals To the sweete peace of so divine a Mistresse Que. I 'me sure one Villaine whom I dearely lov'd Of whom my trust had made Election chiefe Perfideously betray'd me to the fury Of my tempestuous unappeased Lord Maz. Let me but know him that I may bestow My service to your Grace upon his heart And thence deserve a Mistresse like your selfe Enter Roxano from below Que. Oh me too soone behold him Maz. Madam stand by let him not see the light Rox. Now I expect reward Maz. He dyes were he my kinseman for that guilt Though t

blazing starre appeares Enter Tyrant Tyr. Ha thunder and thou marrow melting blast Quicke winged lightning and thou blazing starre I like not thy prodigious bearded fire Thy beames are fatall ha behold the Influence Of all their malice in my childrens mines Their states malignant powers have envyde And for some hast strucke with their envies dy'd T is omenous within there Enter Sertorio and Lodovico Lod. Here my Lord Tyr. Conveigh those bodies a while from my fight Ser. Both dead my Lord Tyr. Yes and we safe our death we neeÌ„d lesse feareÌ„ Vsurpers issue oft proves dangerous We depose others and they poyson us I have found it on Records t is better thus Enter the Old King Lapirus Fidelio Amorpho all disguised like Pilgrims Lap. My Lord this Castle is but slightly guarded King T is as I hop'd and wish'd now blesse us heaven What horrid and inhumaine spectacle Is yonder that presents it selfe to sight Fid. It seemes three quarters of a man hung up Kin. What Tiranny hath beene exercis'd of late I dare not venture on Amo. Feare not my Lord our habits give us safety Lap. Behold the Tyrant maketh toward us Tyr. Holy and reverent Pilgrims welcome Kin. Bold strangers by the Tempest beaten in Tyr. Most welcome still wee are but stewards for such guests as you What we possesse is yours to your wants due We are onely rich for your necessities King A generous free aad charitable minde Keepes in thy bosome to poore Pilgrims kinde Tyr. T is time of day to dine my friends Sertorio Enter Sertorio Ser. My Lord Tyr. Our food Ser. T is ready for your highnesse Loud Musicke A banquet brought in and by it a small Table for the Queene Tyr. Sit pray sit religious men right welcome Vnto our Cates Grave sir I have observ'd You waste the vertue of your serious eye Too much on such a worthlesse objects as that is A Traytor when he liv'd call'd that his flesh Let hang here 's to you we are the oldest here Round let it goe feÌ„ede if you like your cheere Enter Sertorio Ser. My Lord Tyr. How now Ser. Ready my Lord Tyr. Sit merry Exit King Where ere I looke these limbes areÌ„ in mine eye Lap. Some wretch on whom he wrought his Tyranny Fid. Hard was his fate to light into his mercy Amorp. Peace he comes Soft Musicke Enter the Tyrant with the Queene her haire loose she makes a Curtsie to the Table Sertorio brings in the flesh with a skull all bloody they all wonder Tyr. I perceive strangers more desire to see An object than the fare before them set But since your eyes are serious Suitors growne I will discourse what 's seene shall now be knowne King Your bounty every way conquers poore strangers Tyr. You Creature whom your eyes so often visit Held mighty sway over our powers and thoughts Indeed we were all hers Besides her graces there were all perfections Vnlesse she speakes no musicke till her wishes Brought forth a monster a detested issue Poysoning the thoughts I held of her The Old King sends forth Amorpho She did from her owne ardour undergoe Adulterous basenesse with my professed foe Her lust strangely betray'd I ready to surprize them Set on fire by the abuse I found his life Cunningly shifted by her owne deare hand And far enough convey'd from my revenge Vnnaturally she first abus'd my heart And then prevented my revenge by Art Yet there I left not though his trunke were cold My wrath was flaming and I exercis'd New vengeance on his carcase and gave charge The body should be quarter'd and hung up t was doneÌ„ This as a pennance I enjoyn'd her to To taste no other sustenance no nor dares Till her loves body be consum'd in hers Kin. The sinne was great so is the pennance greivous Tyr. Our vow is sign'd Kin. And was he Lydian borne Tyr. He was no lesse sonne to mine Enemie A banisht King Tymethes was his name Kin. Oh me my sonne Tymethes Lap. Passion may spoyle us sir we oft have heard Of that old King his father and that justly This Kingdome was by right due to his sway Tyr. It was I thinke it was till we call'd in By pollicy and force deceiv'd his confidence Shew'd him a tricke of warre and turn'd him out Kin. Sinnes boast is worse than sinne Enter Fidelio Fid. All 's sure the guards are seiz'd on Lap. Good Fid. The PassageÌ„ strongly guarded Tyr. Holy sir what 's he Lap. Our brother a poore Pilgrime that gives notice Of a Religious father that attends To beare us company in our Pilgrimage Tyr. Oh ho t is good t is very good Kin. Alas poore Lady it makes mee weepe to see what food she eates I know your mercy will remit this pennance Tyr. Never our vow 's irrevocable never The Letcher must be swallowed rib by rib His flesh is sweete it melts and goes downe merrily They discover themselves Ha what areÌ„ these Lap. Speranza Tyr. Ha King Villaine this minute looses thee thou Tyrant Tyr. Pilgrims weare armes the old King and Lapirus Betrayd confounded oh I must dye forsworne Breake vow bleed Whore there is my jealousie flowneÌ„ He kils his Queene Oh happie man t is more revenge to me Then all your aymes I have kill'd my jealousie I have nothing now to care for more than hell 'T had beene if you had strucke me ere she fell I had left her to your lust the thought is bitternesse But she first falne ha ha ha King Dye cruell murtherous Tyrant They all discharge at him Tyr. So laugh away this breath My lust was nere more pleasing than my death Dyes Lap. As full possest as ever and as rich In Subjects hearts and voyces we present thee The compleat sway of this usurped Kingdome Kin. I am so borne betwixt the violent streames Of Ioy and passion I forget my state To all our thankes and favours and what more We are in debt to all your free consent We will discharge in happie governement Enter the Old Queene disguised a Boy with her Que. The peacefull'st reigne that ever Prince enjoy'd Kin. Already a Petition suitors begin betimes We are scarce warme in our good fortune yet what are you Que. Vnworthiest of all the joyes this houre brings forth She discovers Kin. Our dearest Queene Que. Your poore distressed Queene Kin. Oh let me light upon that constant brest And kisse thee till my soule melt on thy lips Our Joyes were perfect stood Tymethes there We are old this Kingdome wants a hopefull heire Que. Your joyes are perfect though he stand not there And your wish blest behold a hopefull heire Stand not amaz'd 't is Manophes Kin. How just the Gods are who in their due time Returne what they tooke from us Que. Happy houre Heaven hath not taken all our happinesse For though your elder met ill fate good heaven Hath thus preserv'd your yonger for your heire Kin. Prepare those limbes for honourable buriall And noble Nephew all your ill is lost In your late new borne goodnesse which we 'le reward No storme of fate so fierce but time destroyes And beates backe miserie with a peale of Joyes Exeunt omnes FINIS

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