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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	dead_a	good_a	life_n	4,483	5	4.5706	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A01407	Pyramus and Thisbe	Gale, Dunstan.	1617 (1617)	STC 11527; ESTC S105674	8,436	26

their tyranny 24 And then he cast his eyes vpon the ground And here and there where bloudie grasse he found Sweet bloud quoth he and then he kist the bloud And yet that kisse God wot did little good Couldst thou being powr'd into my halfe slaine brest Reuiue againe or purchase Thisbes rest This hand should teare a passage through the same And yet that bloud from Thisbe neuer came And then he gatherd vp the bloudie grasse And looking grieu'd and grieuing cryde alas Where shall I hide this bloud of my deare louer That neither man nor beast may it discouer 25 Then in the mantle he the grasse vp tide And laid it close vnto his naked side Lie there quoth he deare to me as my hart Of which thy mistresse had the greater part Tut she is dead and then he vow'd and swore He would not liue to murther loue no more Which spoke he drew his Rapier from his side Of which the loue-slaine youth would then haue dy'd But that he thought that pennance too too small To pacifie faire Thisbes Ghost withall Wherefore he rag'd and ragingly exclaimed That he true loue and true loue him had maimed 26 And then his Rapier vp againe he tooke Then on the mantle cast a grieuous looke For me quoth he faire Thisbe lost this bloud She dead my life would doe me little good And well he thought he could endure the smart Of death and yet he could not harme his heart For why his hand being guiltlesse of the deed Deny'd to make his harmelesse heart to bleed And like a trembling executioner Constrain'd to slay a guiltlesse prisoner His hand retired still further backe and further As lothing to enact so vile a murther 27 But Pyramus like to a raging Iudge Seeing his executioner flinch and grudge To do the duty he enioyn'd him do Reply'd dispatch or I le cut thee off too At which the trembling hand tooke vp the blade But when the second profer it had made It threw it downe and boldly thus replyed He was not cause that louely Thisbe dyed Nor would I slay thee knew I she were dead Then be the bloud vpon thy guiltie head Of these last words young Pyramus dispences And cald a synodie of all his seuer'd sences 28 His conscience told him he deserv'd not death For he deprav'd not Thisbe of her breath But then suspicion thought he causd her dye But conscience swore suspition told a lye At this suspicion prompted loue in th' eare And bad him shew his verdict and come neare Which soone he did and sate among the rest As one whom Pyramus esteemed best For when proud Loue gaue in his faultie plea He askt if he were guiltie Loue said yea And with the youth fond youth by loue entangled Agreed his guiltlesse body should be mangled 29 Resolv'd to die he sought the pointed blade Which erst his hand had cast into the shade And see proud Chance fell Murthers chiefest frend Had pitcht the blade right vpwards on the end Which being loth from murther to depart Stood on the hilt point-blanke against his hart At which he smil'd and checkt his fearefull hand That stubbornely resisted his command And though quoth he thou scorn'd to doe my will What lets me now my minde for to fulfill Both Fate and Fortune to my death are willing And be thou witnesse of my minds fulfilling 30 With that he cast himselfe vpon the sword And with the fall his tender brest through gor'd The angry bloud for so his bloud was shee l Gusht out to finde the author of the deed But when it none but Pyramus had found Key cold with feare it stood vpon the ground And all the bloud I meane that thus was spilt Ran downe the blade and circled in the hilt And presently congeald about the same And would haue cald it by some murtherous name Could it haue spoke nere sought it any further But did arrest the Rapier of the murther 31 And as the child that seeth his father slaine Will runne alas although he runne in vaine And hug about the shedder of his bloud Although God wot his hugging do small good Euen so his bloud the ofspring of his heart Ran out amaine to take his fathers part And hung vpon the rapier and the hilt As who should say the sword his bloud had spilt Nor would depart but cleaue about the same So deare it lov'd the place from whence it came For sure it was poore Pyramus was murthered Nor by pursute could his poore bloud be furthred 32 When this was done as thus the deed was done Begun alas and ended too too soone Faire Thisbe strucken pale with cold despaire Came forth the Caue into the wholsome aire And as she came the boughs would giue her way Thinking her Venus in her best array But she alas full of suspicious feare Least that the late feard Lion should be there Came quaking forth and then start backe againe Fearing the beast and yet she fear'd in vaine She fear'd the Lion Lions then were feeding And in this feare her nose gusht out a bleeding 33 Her sudden bleeding argued some mischance Which cast her doubtfull senses in a trance But of the Lion troubled Thisbe thought And then of him whom fearefully she sought Yet sorth she went replete with iealous feare Still fearing of the Lion was her feare And if a bird but flew from forth a bush She straightwaies thought she heard the Lion rush Her nose left bleeding that amaz'd her more Then all the troublous feare she felt before For sudden bleeding argues ill ensuing But sudden leauing is fell feares renewing 34 By this she came into the open wood Where Pyramus had lost his dearest bloud And round about she rolles her sun-bright eyes For Pyramus whom no where she espies Then sorth she tript and nearly too she tript And ouer hedges oft this virgin skipt Then did she crosse the fields and new mown grasse To find the place whereas this arbour was For it was seated in a pleasant shade And by the shepheards first this bowre was made Faire Thisbe made more haste into the bower Because that now was iust the meeting hower 35 But comming thither as she soone was there She found him not which did augment her feare But straight she thought as true loue think the best He had beene laid downe in the shade to rest Or of set purpose hidden in the reeds To make her seeke him in the sedgie weeds For so of children they had done before Which made her thoughts seeme true so much the more But hauing sought whereas she thought he was Shee could not finde her Pyramus alas Wherefore she back return'd vnto the arbor And there reposd her after all her labor 36 To one that 's weary drowsie sleepe will creepe Weary was Thisbe Thisbe fell asleepe And in her sleepe she dreamt she did lament Thinking her heart from forth her brest was rent By her owne censure damn'd to cruell death And in her sight be rest of vitall breath When she awak't as long she had not slept She wept amaine yet knew not why she wept For as before her heart was whole and sound And no defect about her could be found She dreamt she hurt no hurt could she discouer Wherefore she went to seeke her late lost louer 37 Suspicious eyes quick messengers of wo Brought home sad newes ere Thisbe farre could go For lo vpon the margent of the wood They spy'd her loue lye weltring in his bloud Hauing her late lost mantle at his side Stained with bloud his hart bloud was not dry'd VVisty she lookt and as she lookt did cry See see my hart which I did iudge to dye Poore hart quoth she and then she kist his brest VVert thou inclosd in mine there shouldst thou rest I causd thee die poor heart yet rue thy dying And saw thy death as I asleepe was lying 38 Thou art my hart more deare then is mine owne And thee sad death in my false sleepe was showne And then she pluckt away the murtherous blade And curst the hands by whom it first was made And yet she kist his hand that held the same And double kist the wound from whence it came Himselfe was author of his death she knew For yet the wound was fresh and bleeding new And some bloud yet the ill-made wound did keepe VVhich when she saw she freshly gan to weepe And wash the wound with fresh tears down distilling And view'd the same God wot with eyes vnwilling 39 She would haue spoke but griefe stopt vp her breath For me quoth she my Loue is done to death And shall I liue sighes stopt her hind most word When speechlesse vp she tooke the bloudy sword And then she cast a looke vpon her Loue Then to the blade her eye she did remoue And sobbing cride since loue hath murthred thee He shall not chuse but likewise murther me That men may say and then she sigh'd againe I him he me loue him and me hath slaine Then with resolue loue her resolue did further With that same blade her selfe her selfe did murther 40 Then with a sigh she fell vpon the blade And from the bleeding wound the sword had made Her fearefull bloud ran trickling to the ground And sought about till Pyramus it found And hauing found him circled in his corse As who should say I le gard thee by my force And when it found his bloud as forth it came Then would it stay and touch and kisse the same As who should say my mistresse loue to thee Though dead in her doth still remaine in me And for a signe of mutuall loue in either Their ill shed bloud congealed 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they kist For why the hindring wall was them betwixt Somtimes poor souls they talkt till they were windles And all their talke was of their friends vnkindnes 12 When they had long time vsd this late found shift Fearing least some should vndermine their drift They did agree but through the wall agreed That both should hast vnto the groue with speed And in that arbour where they first did meet With semblant loue each should the other greet The match concluded and the time set downe Thisbe prepar'd to get her forth the towne For well she wot her loue would keepe his houre And be the first should come vnto the bowre For Pyramus had sworne there for to meete her And like to Venus champion there to greet her 13 Thisbe and he for both did sit on bryers Till they enioyd the height of their desires Sought out all meanes they could to keep their vow And steale away and yet they knew not how Thisbe at last yet of the two the first Got out she went to coole loues burning thirst Yet ere she went yet as she went she hide She had a care to decke her vp in pride Respecting more his loue to whom she went Then parents feare though knowing to be shent And trickt her selfe so like a willing louer As purblind Cupid tooke her for his mother 14 Her vpper garment was a robe of lawne On which bright Venus siluer doues were drawne The like wore Venus Venus robe was white And so was Thisbes not so faire to sight Nor yet so fine yet was it full as good Because it was not stain'd with true loues bloud About her waste she wore a scarfe of blew In which by cunning needle-worke she drew Loue-wounded Venus in the bushie groue VVhere she inheated Adon scornd her loue This scarfe she wore Venus wore such another And that made Cupid take her for his mother 15 Nymph-like attyr'd for so she was attyr'd She went to purchase what true loue desyr'd And as she trode vpon the tender grasse The grasse did kisse her feet as she did passe And when her feet against a floure did strike The bending floures did stoope to doe the like And when her feet did from the ground arise The ground she trod on kist her heele likewise Tread where she would faire Thisbe could not misse For euery grasse would rob her of a kisse And more the boughs wold bend for ioy to meet her And chanting birds with madrigals would greet her 16 Thus goes this maidlike Nimph or Nimphlike maid Vnto the place afore appointed laid And as she past the groues and fountaines cleere Where Nymphs vsd hunting for Nymphs hunted there They sware she was Diana or more bright For through the leauie boughs they tooke delight To view her daintie footing as she tript And once they smil'd for once faire Thisbe slipt Yet though she slipt she had so swift a pace As that her slipping wrought her no disgrace For of the Nymphs whose coy eyes did attend her Of all was none of all that could amend her 17 VVhen she had past Dianes curious traine The crooked way did bending turne againe Vpon the left hand by a forrest side Where out alas a woe chance did betide For loue-adoring Thisbe was so faire That bruitish beasts at her delighted are And from the rest as many beasts did rome A lamb deuouring Lion forth did come And hauing lately torne a sillie Lambe The full gorg'd Lion sported as it came To him a sport his sport made Thisbe hie her For why she durst not let the beast come nie her 18 Yet still it came to welcome her it came And not to hurt yet fearefull is the name The name more then the Lion her dismayd For in her lap the Lion would haue playd Nor meant the beast to spill her guiltlesse bloud Yet doubtfull Thisbe in a fearefull moode Let fall her mantle made of purest white And tender heart be tooke her straight to flight And neere the place where she should meet her loue Shee slipt but quickely slipt into a groue And lo a friendly Caue did entertaine her For feare the bloudy Lion should haue slaine her 19 Thisbe thus scap't for thus she scap't his force Although God wot it fell out farther worse The Lion came yet meant no harme at all And comming found the mantle she let fall Which now he kist he would haue kist her too But that her nimble footmanship said no. He found the robe which quickly he might find For being light it houered in the winde VVith which the game-some Lion long did play Till hunger cald him thence to seeke his prey And hauing playd for play was all his pleasure He left the mantle Thisbes chiefest treasure 20 Yet ere he left it being in a mood He tore it much and stain'd it ore with bloud Which done with rage he hasted to his prey For they in murther passe their time away And now time-telling Pyramus at last For yet the houre of meeting was not past Got forth he would haue got away before But fate and fortune sought to wrong him more For euen that day more fatall then the rest He needs must giue attendance at a feast Ere which was done swift time was shrewdly wasted But being done the louely stripling hasted 21 In hast he ran but ran in vaine God wot Thisbe he sought faire Thisbe found he not And yet at last her long loue robe he found All rent and torne vpon the bloody ground At which suspicion told him she was dead And onely that remained in her stead Which made him weepe like mothers so wept he That with their eyes their murthered children see And gathering vp the limbes in peecemeale torne Of their deare burthen murtherously forlorne So Pyramus sicke thoughted like a mother For Thisbes losse more deare then any other 22 Or who hath seene a mournefull Doe lament For her young Kid in peecemeale torne and rent And by the poore remainders sit and mourne For loue of that which out alas is gone Let him behold sad Pyramus and say Her losse his loue doth equall euery way For as a man that late hath lost his wits Breakes into fury and disaster fits So Pyramus in griefe without compare Doth rend his flesh and teare his golden haire Making the trees to tremble at his mourning And speechlesse beasts to sorrow with his groaning 23 Alas quoth he and then he tore his flesh Gone is the sunne that did my Zone refresh Gone is the life by which I wretch did liue Gone is my heauen which hopefull blisse did giue To giue me heat her selfe lyes nak't and cold To giue me life to death her selfe she sold To giue me ioy she bale alas did gaine My heat life ioy procur'd her death bale paine Had I beene here my loue had not beene dead At least the beasts had torne me in her stead Or would they yet teare me for company Their loue to me would slacke