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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	day_n	die_v	soul_n	6,945	5	5.0141	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A60965	Oroonoko a tragedy, as it is acted at the Theatre-Royal by His Majesty's servants / written by Tho. Southerne.	Southerne, Thomas, 1660-1746.; Congreve, William, 1670-1729.; Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689. Oroonoko.	1696 (1696)	Wing S4761; ESTC R12217	52,791	96

keep them last To gaze upon thee but to murder thee The Joy and Charm of every ravisht Sense My Wife forbid it Nature Imo. T is your Wife Who on her knees conjures you O! in time Prevent those Mischeifs that are falling on us You may be hurry'd to a shameful Death And I too drag'd to the vile Governour Then I may cry aloud when you are gone Where shall I find a Friend agen to save me Oro. It will be so Thou unexampled Virtue Thy Resolution has recover'd mine And now prepare thee Imo. Thus with open Arms I welcome you and Death He drops his Dagger as he looks on her and throws himself on the Ground Oro. I cannot bear it O let me dash against this Rock of Fate Dig up this Earth tear tear her Bowels out To make a Grave deep as the Center down To swallow wide and bury us together It wonnot be O! then some pitying God If there be one a Friend to Innocence Find yet a way to lay her Beauties down Gently in Death and save me from her Blood Imo. O rise 't is more than Death to see you thus I 'le ease your Love and do the Deed my self She takes up the Dagger he rises in haste to take it from her Oro. O! hold I charge thee hold Imo. Tho' I must own It wou'd be nobler for us both from you Oro. O! for a Whirlwind's Wing to hurry us To yonder Clif which frowns upon the Flood That in Embraces lockt we might plunge in And perish thus in one anothers Arms. Imo. Alas what shout is that Oro. I see 'em coming They shannot overtake us This last Kiss And now farewell Imo. Farewel farewel for ever Oro. I 'le turn my Face away and do it so Now are you ready Imo. Now. But do not grudge me The Pleasure in my Death of a last look Pray look upon me Now I 'm satisfied Oro. So Fate must be by this Going to stab her he stops short she lays her hands on his in order to give the blow Imo. Nay then I must assist you And since it is the common Cause of both 'T is just that both shou'd be employ'd in it Thus thus 't is finisht and I bless my Fate Stabs her self That where I liv'd I die in these lov'd Arms. Dyes Oro. She 's gone And now all 's at an End with me Soft lay her down O we will part no more Throws himself by her But let me pay the tribute of my Grief A few sad Tears to thy lov'd Memory And then I follow Weeps over her But I stay too long A noise agen The Noise comes nearer Hold before I go There 's something wou'd be done It shall be so And then Imoinda I 'le come all to thee Rises Blanford and his party enters before the Governour and his party Swords drawn on both sides Gov. You strive in vain to save him he shall die Blan. Not while we can defend him with our lives Gov. Where is he Oro. Here 's the Wretch whom you wou'd have Put up your Swords and let civil broils Engage you in the cursed cause of one Who cannot live and now entreats to die This object will convince you Blan. 'T is his Wife They gather about the Body Alas there was no other Remedy Gov. Who did the bloody Deed Oro. The Deed was mine Bloody I know it is and I expect Your Laws shou'd tell me so Thus self-condemn'd I do resign my self into your Hands The Hands of Justice But I hold the Sword For you and for my self Stabs the Governour and himself then throws himself by Imoinda's Body Stan. He has kill'd the Governour and stab'd himself Oro. 'T is as it shou'd be now I have sent his Ghost To be a Witness of that Happiness In the next World which he deny'd us here Dyes Blan. I hope there is a place of Happiness In the next World for such exalted Virtue Pagan or Unbeliever yet he liv'd To all he knew And if he went astray There 's Mercy still above to set him right But Christians guided by the Heavenly Ray Have no excuse if we mistake our Way FINIS EPILOGE Written by Mr. Congreve and Spoken by Mrs. Verbruggen YOU see we try all Shapes and Shifts and Arts To tempt your Favours and regain your Hearts We weep and laugh joyn mirth and grief together Like Rain and Sunshine mixt in April weather Your different tasts divide our Poet's Cares One foot the Sock t'other the Buskins wears Thus while he strives to please he 's forc'd to do 't Like Volscius hip-hop in a single Boot Criticks he knows for this may damn his Books But he makes Feasts for Friends and not for Cooks Tho' Errant-Knights of late no favour find Sure you will be to Ladies-Errant kind To follow Fame Knights-Errant make profession We Damsels flye to save our Reputation So they their Valour show we our Discretion To Lands of Monsters and fierce Beasts they go Wee to those Islands where Rich Husbands grow Tho' they 're no Monsters we may make 'em so If they 're of English growth they 'll bear 't with patie●●● But save us from a Spouse of Oroonoko's Nati●●● Then bless your Stars you happy London Wives Who love at large each day yet keep your lives Nor envy poor Imoinda's doating blindness Who thought her Husband kill'd her out of kindness Death with a Husband ne'er had shewn such Charms Had she once dy'd within a Lover's Arms. Her error was from ignorance proceeding Poor Soul she wanted some of our Town Breeding Forgive this Indians fondness of her Spouse Their Law no Christian Liberty allows Alas they make a Conscience of their Vows If Virtue in a Heathen be a fault Then Damn the Heathen School where she was taught She might have learn'd to Cuckold Jilt and Sham Had Covent-Garden been in Surinam FINIS