Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	body_n	mean_v	soul_n	5,173	5	5.5842	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A50091	The excellent comedy called, The old law, or, A new way to please you by Phil. Massinger, Tho. Middleton, William Rowley ... ; together with an exact and perfect catalogue of all the playes, with the authors names, and what are comedies, tragedies, histories, pastoralls, masks, interludes, more exactly printed than ever before.; Old law	Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640.; Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627.; Rowley, William, 1585?-1642?	1656 (1656)	Wing M1048; ESTC R12634	55,222	95

seek it How have I then sought a repentant sorrow For your dear loves how have I banishd you From your Country ever with my base attempt How have I beggerd you in wasting that Which only for your sakes I bred together Buried my name in Epire which I built Upon this frame to live for ever in What a base coward shall I be to flie From that enemy which every minute meets me And thousand odds he had not long vanquishd me Before this howr of battell sly my death I will not be so false unto your states Nor fainting to the man that 's yet in me I le meet him bravely I cannot this knowing fear That when I am gone hence I shal be there Come I have dayes of preparation left Cle. Good sir hear me I have a Genius that has prompted me And I have almost formed it into words T is done pray you observe em I can conceale you And yet not leave your Country Leon. Tush it cannot be Without a certain perill on s all Clean. Danger must be hazarded rather then accept A sure destruction you have a Lodge sir So far remote from way of passengers That seldome any mortall eye does greet with it And yes so sweetly situate with thickets Built with such cunning Laborinths within As if the provident heavens foreseeing cruelty Had bid you frame it to this purpose only Leon. Fie fie t is dangerous and treason to To abuse the law Hip. T is holy care sir Of your dear life which is your own to keep But not your own to lose either in will Or negligence Cle. Call you it treason sir I had been then a traitor unto you Had I forgot this beseech you accept of it It is secure and a duty to your selfe Leon. What a coward will you make me Cle. You mistake T is noble courage now you fight with death And yeeld not to him till you stoop under him Leon. This must needs open to discovery And then what tortor followes Cle. By what means sir Why there 's but one body in all this counsell Which cannot betray it selfe we two are one One soule one body one heart that think all one thought And yet we two are not compleatly one But as have deriv'd my selfe from you Who shall betray us where there is no second Hip. You must not mistrust my faith though my sexe Plead weak and frailty for me Leon. Oh I dare not But where 's the means that must make answer for me I cannot be lost without a full accompt And what must pay that reckoning Cle. Oh sir we will Keep solemn obits for your funerall Wee ll seem to weep and seem to joy withall That death so gently has prevented you The Lawes sharp rigor and this no mortall ear Shall participate the knowledge of Leon. Ha ha ha This wil be a sportive fine Demur If the Error be not found Cle. Pray doubt of none Your company and best prouision Must be no further furnisht then by us And in the interim your solitude May converse with heaven and fairly prepare Which was too violent and raging Thrown headlong on you Leo. Still there are some doubts Of the discovery yet I doe allow 't Hip. Will you not mention now the cost and charge Which wil be in your keeping Leon. That wil be somewhat Which you might save to Cle. With his will against him What foe is more to man then man himselfe Are you resolv'd sir Leon. I am Cleanthes If by this means I doe get a reprieve And cozen death a while when he shall come Arm'd in his own power to give the blow I le smile upon him then and laughing goe Exeunt Finis Actus Primi Act. II. Scen. I. Enter Duke Courtiers and Executioner Duke EXecutioner Exe. My Lord Duke How did old Diocles take his death Exe. As weeping Brides receive their joyes at night my Lord With trembling yet with patience Duke Why t was well 1. Cour. Nay I knew my Father would doe well my Lord When ere he came to die I 'de that opinion of him Which made me the more willing to part from him He was not fit to live i' th world indeede any time these Ten yeares my Lord But I would not say so much Duke No you did not well in t For he that 's all spent is ripe for death at all houers And does but trifle time out 1. Cour. Troath my Lord I would I had knowne your minde nine yeares agoe Duke Our Law is fourscore years because we judge Dotage compleat then as unfruitfullnesse In Women at threescore marrie if the son Can within compasse bring good sollid proofes Of his own fathers weaknes and unfitnes To live or sway the living though he want five Or ten yeares of his number that 's not it His defect makes him fourscore and t is fit He dies when he deserves for every act Is in effect then when the cause is ripe 2. Court An admirable Prince how rarely he talks Oh that w 'eed knowne this Ladds what a time did we endure In two penny Commons and in bootes twice vamp'd 1. Cour. Now we have two paires a weeke yet not thankfull T will be a fine world for them sirs that come after as 2. Cour. I and they kne wt 2. Cou Peace let them never kno wt 3. Cour. A Pox there be yong heires will soone smelt out 2. Court T will come to em by instinct man may your grace Never be old you stand so well for youth Duke Why now me thinks our Court lookes like a Spring Sweet fresh and fashionable now the old weeds are gon 1. Cour. T is as a Court should be Glosse and good Clothes My Lord no matter for merit and herein your Law prooves a provident act my Lord when men passe not the palsie of their Tongues nor colour in their Cheeks Duke But women by that Law should live long For th' are neer past it 1. Cour. It will have heates though when they see the painting Goe an inch deep i th wrincle and take up A box more then their Gossips but for men my Lord That should be the sole bravery of a Pallace To walke with hollow eyes and long white beards As if a Prince dwelt in a Land of Goates With Clothes as if they sat upon their backs on purpose To arraigne a fashion and condemn 't to exile Their pockets in their sleeves as if they layd Their eare to avarice and heard the Divell whisper Now ours lie downward heere close to the flanck Right spending pockets as a sonnes should be That lives i th fashion where our diseased fathers Would with the Sciatica and Aches Brought up your paind hose first which Ladies laught at Giving no reverence to the place lies ruind They love a doublet that 's three houres a buttoning And sits so close makes a man groane agen And his Soule matter halfe a day yet these are those That carry sway and worth