Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

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death_n	day_n	die_v	see_v	6,945	5	3.3693	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A92826	The second part of the tragi-comedy, called New-Market-Fayre or Mrs. Parliaments new figaryes. Written by the Man in the moon. Prologue. Gentlemen, our poet bids me say, ...; New-Market-Fayre. Part 2	Man in the moon.	1649 (1649)	Wing S2318; Thomason E565_6; ESTC R204705	11,652	22

're but repriev'd a while the day will come They suffer must a most assured doom That Subject make his Soveraigns heart to bleed Will finde a Subject shall revenge the deed Const 'T is true Fidelius but they never think of that Rebellion so bewitches them they know not what they do but with stupidity and ignorances resolve to finish what they have begun though to scale heaven or to put out the Sun Fidelius When did you see Rebellion prosper But for black damn'd Regicide by Cook Rad●●thus Se●●l accounted lawful it is a sin made Iud●● beholding to a 〈◊〉 to ease his Conscience but these far worse then R●●●agaces or Jewes must expect Judgements worse The more their sins ' gainst light the worse their Curse Const They say that Fairfax doth die to day shall we go see him Fidelius No I love not to see the death of any man nor have I envie at their persons but their Crimes I 'de rather see them live honest men then to die Traytors This is Cromwels Policy now he hath filled this Sp●●ge to squeze him till another does so much for him which will not be long if Overton speake true that Bull 's design'd for the slaughter next if he were but well baited first in 〈◊〉 Const Dublin is for certain taken London-Derry can't held out which makes me think he can do little good there if that he were Landed which is a thing almost impossible Fidelius Let 's leave the successe to him tha● prosecutes and into 〈◊〉 The Sun decines and takes leave of the West Exit Enter Fairfax with a Jesuit Sheriffs Executioner and People with 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 She●iff Come b●i●●●ion a way I never thought he would come to better end fine he 〈◊〉 hi● word as New Mark●●● and likewise his Oath and Covenant with his King and his dear Brethren the Scots Sir you had best repent your time 's but short Iesuit Your Pardon from His Holiness is firm whispers is heard You need not here repent People This is a Jesuite a Jesuite Hang him hang him Iesuite Nay pray good people spa●e my Life and give me have to speak I shall tell you what will make you wonder People Speak then but be brief pr●●raction may cause another Change Iesuite And so it will Let the Sheriff look in the N●pe of my Lord 〈◊〉 neck The Sheriff lookes in the N●pe of his ●eck and finds a Charm which he pulls away and his Carkasse falls and leaves a noysome stench Sheriffs What 's the meaning of this good Sir Iesuite It is a Charm the words are dubious and cannot be made sense of and this he brought from Holland Cromwel has the same 't was to preserve their Carkasses while such a time expir'd else they had been dead long time before and often killed by others Sheriff How come it then that Peters cured them Iesuite Peters weary of Preaching Schisme and finding others prefer'd before him turns Necromancer and deals in the black Art Now their Charms was to preserve them from others hurts but not their own they falling by their own swords were by Peters re-possessed with Devils which gave motion to their bodies Enter Pride Ireton Huson Ireton Is the Execution past People More Witches more witches fall upon them stone them The people knocks them down with stones Enter Gorge and my Lady Fairfax as one door and Morly and Mrs Cromwel at the other and meet Lady Fairfax My Husband murdered Draw Mr Gorge Gorge and Morly fight and both are mortally wounded Gorge I met with you there Sir Morly falls Mrs Crom. Nay then thou villain have at thee pistols him And for thee Mrs ●r●● 't is no time to s●●ld 〈…〉 She draws her knife and runs at my Lady 〈…〉 missing her my Lady Fairfax 〈…〉 Sword and runs Mrs Cromwel th●row 〈◊〉 apprehend her for murder and carry her to 〈◊〉 Sheriff Here is a sudden Tragedy indeed I doubt there 's more ere long will bleed People Hang them stone them Witches Murderers Th●●ves Impostures Let 's Petition our King home we shall never be happy else Owner Content Content Epilogue Come Royal CHARLES and with a cloud of thunder Disperse this bed of Snakes and keep them under FINIS