Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	call_v	dead_a	life_n	4,436	5	4.6305	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11145	The noble souldier. Or, A contract broken, justly reveng'd A tragedy. Written by S.R.	Rowley, Samuel, d. 1633?; Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632, attributed name.; Day, John, 1574-1640?	1634 (1634)	STC 21416; ESTC S116260	30,620	64

Seb. Vncle I sweare too Med. Our forces let 's unite be bold and secret And Lion-like with open eyes let 's sleepe Streames smooth and slowly running are most deepe Exeunt Enter King Queene Malateste Valaseo Lopez Kin. The Presence doore be guarded let none enter On forfeit of your lives without our knowledge Oh you are false Physitians all unto me You bring me poyson but no Antidotes Quee. Your selfe that poyson brewes Kin. Prethe no more Quee. I will I must speake more Kin. Thunder aloud Quee. My child yet newly quickned in my wombe Is blasted with the fires of Bastardy Kin. Who who dares once but thinke so in his dreame Mal. Medina's faction preach'd it openly Kin. Be curst he and his Faction oh how I labour For these preventions but so crosse is Fate My ills are ne're hid from me but their Cures What 's to be done Quee. That which being left undone Your life lyes at the stake let 'em be breathlesse Both brat and mother Kin. Ha! Mal. She playes true Musicke Sir The mischiefes you are drench'd in are so full You need not feare to adde to 'em since now No way is left to guard thy rest secure But by a meanes like this Lop. All Spaine rings forth Medina's ruine and his Confederates Rod. All his All yes and friends rush into troopes Like raging Torrents Val. And lowd Trumpet forth Your perjuries seducing the wild people And with rebellious faces threatning all Kin. I shall be massacred in this their spleene E're I have time to guard my selfe I feele The fire already falling where 's our guard Mal Planted at Garden gate with a strict charge That none shall enter but by your command Kin. Let 'em be doubled I am full of thoughts A thousand wheeles tosse my incertaine feares There is a storme in my hot boyling braines Which rises without wind a horrid one What clamor 's that Quee. Some treason guard the King Enter Baltazar drawne one of the Guard fals Bal. Not in Mal. One of your guard 's slaine keepe off the murderer Bal. I am none Sir Val. There 's a man drop'd downe by thee Kin. Thou desperate follow thus presse in upon us Is murder all the story we shall read What King can stand when thus his Subjects bleed What hast thou done Bal. No hurt Kin. Plaid even the Wolfe And from a fold committed to my charge Stolne and devour'd one of the flocke Bal. Y 'ave sheepe enow for all that Sir I have kill'd none tho or if I have mine owne blood shed in your quarrels may begge my pardon my businesse was in haste to you Kin. I woo'd not have thy sinne scoar'd on my head For all the Indian Treasury I prethe tell me Suppose thou hadst our pardon O can that cure Thy wounded conscience can there my pardon helpe thee Yet having deserv'd well both of Spaine and us We will not pay thy worth with losse of life But banish thee for ever Bal. For a Groomes death Kin. No more we banish thee our Court and kingdome A King that fosters men so dipt in blood May be call'd mercifull but never good Be gone upon thy life Bal. Well farewell Exit Val. The fellow is not dead but wounded Sir Quee. After him Malateste in our lodging Stay that rough fellow hee 's the man shall doo 't Haste or my hopes are lost Exit Mal. Why are you sad Sir Kin. For thee Paulina swell my troubled thoughts Like billowes beaten by too warring winds Quee. Be you but rul'd by me I 'le make a calme Smooth as the brest of heaven Kin. Instruct me how Quee. You as your fortunes tye you are inclin'd To have the blow given Kin. Where 's the Instrument Quee. 'T is found in Baltazar Kin. Hee 's banish'd Quee. True But staid by me for this Kin. His spirit is hot And rugged but so honest that his soule Will ne're turne devill to doe it Quee. Put it to tryall Retire a little hither I 'le send for him Offer repeale and favours if he doe it But if deny you have no finger in 't And then his doome of banishment stands good Kin. Be happy in thy workings I obey Exit Quee. Stay Lopez Lop. Madam Quee. Step to our Lodging Lopez And instantly bid Malateste bring The banish'd Baltazar to us Lop. I shall Exit Quee. Thrive my blacke plots the mischiefes I have set Must not so dye Ills must new Ills beget Enter Malateste and Baltazar Bal. Now what hot poyson'd Custard must I put my Spoone into now Quee. None for mine honour now is thy protection Mal. Which Noble Souldier she will pawne for thee But never forfeit Bal. 'T is a faire gage keepe it Quee. Oh Baltazar I am thy friend and mark'd thee When the King sentenc'd thee to banishment Fire sparkled from thine eyes of rage and griefe Rage to be doom'd so for a Groome so base And griefe to lose thy County thou hast kill'd none The Milke-sop is but wounded thou art not banish'd Bal. If I were I lose nothing I can make any Country mine I have a private Coat for Italian Stelletto's I can be treacherous with the Wallowne drunke with the Dutch a Chimney-sweeper with the Irish a Gentleman with the Welsh and turne arrant theefe with the English what then is my Country to me Quee. The King who rap'd with fury banish'd thee Shall give thee favours yeeld but to destroy What him distempers Bal. So And what 's the dish I must dresse Quee. Onely the cutting off a paire of lives Bal. I love no Red-wine healths Mal. The King commands it you are but Executioner Bal. The Hang-man An office that will hold so long as hempe lasts why doe not you begge the office Sir Quee. Thy victories in field did never crowne thee As this one Act shall Bal. Prove but that 't is done Quee. Follow him close hee 's yeelding Mal. Thou shalt be call'd thy Countries Patriot For quenching out a fire now newly kindling In factious bosomes and shalt thereby save More Noble Spanyards lives than thou slew'st Moores Quee. Art thou not yet converted Bal. No point Quee. Read me then Medina's Neece by a Contract from the King Layes clayme to all that 's mine my Crowne my bed A sonne she has by him must fill the Throne If her great faction can but worke that wonder Now heare me Bal. I doe with gaping eares Quee. I swell with hopefull issue to the King Bal. A brave Don call you mother Mal. Of this danger The feare afflicts the King Bal. Cannot much blame him Quee. If therefore by the riddance of this Dame Bal. Riddance oh the meaning on 't is murder Mal. Stab her or so that 's all Quee. That Spaine be free from frights the King from feares And I now held his Infamy be called Queene The Treasure of the kingdome shall lye open To pay thy Noble darings Bal. Come I le doo 't provided I heare Iove call too tho he