Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	child_n	father_n	son_n	6,646	5	5.2190	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57764	The witch of Edmonton a known true story / composed into a tragi-comedy by divers well-esteemed poets, William Rowley, Thomas Dekker, John Ford, &c.	Rowley, William, 1585?-1642?; Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632.; Ford, John, 1586-ca. 1640.	1658 (1658)	Wing R2097; ESTC R1276	42,671	70

last lodging I must kill you Sus. Oh fine you 'ld fright me from you Y. Thor. You see I had no purpose I 'm unarm'd 'T is this minutes decree and it must be Look this will serve your turn Sus. I 'll not turn from it if you be earst Sir Yet you may tell me wherefore you 'll kill me Y. Thor. Because you are a whore Sus. There 's one deep wound already a whore 'T was ever further from me then the thought Of this black hour a whore Y. Thor. Yes I 'll prove it And you shall confess it You are my whore No wife of mine The word admits no second I was before wedded to another have her still I do not lay the sin unto your charge 'T is all mine own Your marriage was my theft For I espous'd your dowry and I have it I did not purpose to have added murther The Devil did not prompt me till this minute You might have safe returned now you cannot You have dogg'd your own death Stabs her Sus. And I deserve it I 'm glad my fate was so intelligent 'T was some good Spirits motion Die oh 't was time How many yeers might I have slept in sin Sin of my most hatred too Adultery Y. Thor. Nay sure 't was likely that the most was past For I meant never to return to you After this parting Sus. Why then I thank you more You have done lovingly leaving your self That you would thus bestow me on another Thou art my Husband Death and I embrace thee With all the love I have Forget the stain Of my unwitting sin and then I come A Chrystal Virgin to thee My Soul's purity Shall with bold Wings ascend the Doors of Mercy For Innocence is ever her Companion Y. Thor. Not yet mortal I would not linger you Or leave you a tongue to blab Sus. Now heaven reward you ne'er the worse for me I did not think that death had been so sweet Nor I so apt to love him I could ne'er die better Had I staid forty yeers for preparation For I 'm in charity with all the VVorld Let me for once be thine example Heaven Do to this man as I him free forgive And may he better die and better live Moritur Y. Tho. 'T is done and I am in once past our height We scorn the deepst Abyss This follows now To heal her VVounds by dressing of the VVeapon Arms thighs hands any place we must not fail Wounds himself Light scratches giving such deep ones The best I can To binde my self to this Tree Now 's the storm Which if blown o're many fair days may follow Dog ties him So so I 'm fast I did not think I could Have done so well behinde me How prosperous And effectual mischief sometimes is Help help Murther murther murther Enter Carter and Old Thorney Cart. Ha! VVhom tolls the Bell for Y. Thor. Oh oh O. Thor. Ah me the cause appears too soon my Child my Son Cart. Susan Girl Child Not speak to thy Father Hah Y. Tho. O lend me some assistance to o'retake this hapless woman O. Thor. Let 's o'retake the murtherers Speak whilst thou canst anon may be too late I fear thou hast deaths mark upon thee too Y. Thor. I know them both yet such an Oath is pass'd As pulls damnation up if it be broke I dare not name 'em think what forc'd men do O. Thor. Keep oath with murtherers that were a conscience to hold the Devil in Y. Thor. Nay Sir I can describe 'em Shall shew them as familiar as their names The Taller of the two at this time wears His Satten-doublet white but Crimson lin'd Hose of black Satten Cloak of Scarlet O. Thor. Warbeck Warbeck Warbeck Do you list to this Sir Cart. Yes yes I listen you here 's nothing to be heard Y. Thor. Th' others Cloak branch'd Velvet black Velvet lin'd his Suit O. Thor. I have 'em already Somerton Somerton Binal revenge all this Come Sir the first work Is to pursue the Murtherers when we have remov'd These mangled bodies hence Cart. Sir take that Carcase there and give me this I 'll not own her now she 's none of mine Bob me off with a dumb shew No I 'll have life This is my Son too and while there 's life in him 'T is half mine take you halfe that silence for 't VVhen I speak I look to be spoken to forgetful Slut O. Thor. Alas what grief may do now Look Sir I 'll take this load of sorrow with me Cart. I do and I 'll heare this How do you Sir Y. Thor. O very ill Sir Cart. Yes I think so but 't is well you can speak yet There 's no musick but in sound sound it must be I have not wept these twenty yeers before And that I guess was e're that Girl was born Yet now methinks if I but knew the way My heart 's so full I could weep night and day Exeunt Enter Sir Arthur Clarington Warbeck Somerton Sir Art Come Gentlemen we must all help to grace The nimble-footed youth of Edmonton that are so kinde To call us up to day with an high Morrice Warb. I could wish it for the best it were the worst now Absurditie 's in my opinion ever the best Dancer in a Morrice Som. I could rather sleep then see 'em Sir Art Not well Sir Som. Faith not ever thus leaden yet I know no cause for 't Warb. Now am I beyond mine own condition highly dispos'd to mirth Sir Art Well you may have yet a Morrice to help both To strike you in a dump and make him merry Enter Fidler and Morrice all but Banks Fidl. Come will you set your selves in Morrice-ray the fore-Bell second Bell Tenor and great Bell Maid-marion for the same Bell But where 's the Weather-cock now the Hobby-horse 1. Is not Banks come yet What a spight 't is Sir Art When set you forward Gentlemen 1. VVe stay but for the Hobby-horse Sir all our Footmen are ready Som. 'T is marvel your Horse should be behinde your Foot 2. Yes Sir he goes further about we can come in at the VVicket but the broad Gate must be opened for him Enter Banks Hobby-horse and Dog Sir Art Oh we staid for you Sir Clow. Onely my Horse wanted a Shooe Sir but we shall make you amends e're we part Sir Art I well said make 'em drink e're they begin Ent. serv. Clow. A bowl I prithee and a little for my Horse with beer he 'll mount the better Nay give me I must drink to him he 'll not pledge else Here Hobby Holds him the bowl I pray you No not drink You see Gentlemen we can but bring our horse to the VVater he may chuse whether he 'll drink or no Som. A good Moral made plain by History 1. Strike up Father Sawgut strike up Fidl. E'en when you will Children Now in the name of the best foot forward How now not a word in thy Guts I think Children my