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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	dead_a	life_n	time_n	5,425	5	3.6662	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A92753	The Scottish politike presbyter, slaine by an English independent. Or, The independents victory over the Presbyterian party. The rigour of the Scotch government, their conniving and bribing: the lewdnesse and debaucherie of the elders in secret. A tragi-comedie.		1647 (1647)	Wing S2097; Thomason E407_20; ESTC R203529	8,205	16

a penitent wee here confiscate all is yours to be imploy'd for pious uses your selfe within three dayes for to depart the Land and nere for to returne on pain of death this is your doome and now break up the Court. Exeunt Litur O my mild Judges you shew your pitty and your piety your utmost wrath can't hurt my inward man I there am still the same and not exil'd Guilt sorrow shame horror attend you still And let vile Atae lead you where she will Dip. Heaven keep mee stedfast to my principles is this a limbe of the Presbyterie Direct Yes but his merits make him fit to be lopt off were it who could be infected worse then they are Dip. You heare your sentence will you depart the Land Direct No I le not forsake my Native soile upon such slender grounds I le live a while in private I know an Independent Army will crop Presbyterie in the bud and breake this bed of Snakes the onely way that now is visible for to repairs my breaches O thou Etern the true Almighty Jove suffe not Innovations to goe on to bring this Kingdome to destruction but why alas doe I now talke of Jove For now alas no Iupiter is found But in all Lands Pluto a God is crown'd Exeunt Act. 4. Enter the two Elders Sargus and Luxurio singing Sar. NOw sable night hath with her ebbon Robe Darkned the surface of this earthly Globe And drowsie Morpheus with his Leaden Key Lockt up the doores of every mortall eye Come let us fall unto our wonted games Let us be blithe and nourish wanton flames Lux. What Lincian eye discernes our lewd delight Cover'd with darknesse of the cloudy night Why should we censure feare or idle sound Othumane words that are inviron'd round With Marble walls the wit of Mortalls can Not finde our wiles past finding out of man And Heaven regards not the workes of men Come let us boldly feast and frolicke then Sar. Come forth yea creatures of delight And let us in imbraces spend the night Six Whores put forth on two beds three on a bed Musicke they rise and dance with the two Elders A SONG Meet meet and kisse and girt each others waste And injoy the Lovers blisse untill the night he past Elders that are holy men all day must sport at night So so to 't agen 't will heighten Appetite Sar. Those three are thine these mine let 's to 't Like Monkies or the reeking Goat They ascend each on a severall bed and are drawne in SCENE 2. Enter Priscilla solus Prisc Methinks the hours flie not with winged hast as they were wont or is' t the expectation of my Love that makes the night seeme tedious my heart extreamely throbs methinkes the walls seem as washt o'r with blood t is my fantasie thought like a subtile Jugler makes us see things that really are not there 's something in me whispers fatall things and tell me 't is not safe to sleepe betwixt my Lovers Armes to night why sure I dream I was not wont to have these dubious fancies I have begun to love him and will now never desert his friendship untill death but thus I tamper poyson for my selfe but were I sure to drinke the banefull draught I could not now goe backe For when the flesh is nuzled once in vice The sweets of sinne makes Hell a Paradise Enter Directory O you are welcome Sir Direct Worthy of all Loves joyes hast thou not blamed my tardy stay thou art most certaine sure thy husband is farre off if hee should take me with thee his jealousie and wrath might prompt him to strange actions Prisc I have not the least feare of his approach Anar Come then my Ptixdra and let us taste those joyes thy Husband is unworthy of Act. 5. Directory and Priscilla put forth in a bed both sleeping Enter Anarchy with a Torch Anar TItan to the Antipodes is gone To luminate another Horizon T is now dead midnight Morpheus Deaths eldest brother Hover about this place and charme the sence Of these two creatures made of impudence Are they so shallow to conceive that I Am made of Mamicall Pantominie O woman woman who art compounded of all ill I durst have pawn'd my soule this wife of mine had harbored a soule white as the Alpine snow but she is ulcerous and deformed who knowes how often they have met and wallowed in their active sweats what woman may be trusted Lust is a subtile Syren ever training Soules to destruction by her secret faining She is the Prince of darknesse eldest daughter Wanting no craft her cunning Syre hath taught her T is like Medusa's Tresse and if it be Twound in the body of mans living tree Mans heart of flesh converts if he have one By secret vigour to unliving stone Dam'd strumpet have I tane you with your Letcher Affrican Panthers Hircan Tygers fierce Cleonian Lions and Danonian Beares Are not so ravenous whom hunger pin'd As women that are le●cherously inclin'd But I prolong their lives and tire the Ferry-man with expectation Stay it is not wisdome to cope with two that strugle for their lives These are the bonds of death Ties e●… to th' bed So awake you lustfull paire They awake Direct Ha we are undone Anar Yes Directory ere winged time adde one hour more to this declining night thou shalt be numbred with the dead Direct O my unhaphy fate Prisc Deare Husband spare our lives and then inflict what punishment thou wilt Anar O my fine Directory cam'st thou from Scotland hither to cheat us out of our Religion our lives our King and covering thy ills with vertues cloake act even those crimes which but to heare them nam'd would fright the Caniballs and shall we not strive to circumvent thee Direct I pray heare me Sir Anar Hath guilt emboldned so thy mind that thou dar'st view my face and speake Prisc Sir I confesse my crime cannot be expiated but with blood but if mild pitty harbour in your breast I doe implore your mercie Anar Peace vile strumpet thou mayst as well attempt to scale the Heavens and ride on the Sun beames as strive with talke to mitigate my fury and stay the course of my revenge but first good Directory I le stab you by the book and torture you not opening a veine Dumbe Shew Solemne Musicke One representing Directory accompanied with a rabble in the habit of Elders running as flying from Souldiers who pursue them with their swords drawne Did you behold the Pageant great Babylon is falne an English Army hath extirpated Presbyterie root and branch the Elders may in Scotland court Susanna here are too many Daniels to sift them and now Sir you must goe but not to Scotland that 's but Purgatory yet where you l find many Blew Bonnets more I meane to Hell Thus I dismisse thy soule Direct Hold Sir and ere you send my soul to wander in the ivisible Land heare what I now shall utter by Heaven and Earth and him that made them both I nere was guilty not in thought til this dire hour of the defiling of your Mariage bed Anar Dost thinke dull foole that all thy protestations thy heav'd up hands and sighs were they as numerous as the sand hid in the Battick Sea should raise my heart for to relent no in thy death England gathers life whose happines I wish thus for it worke Stabs him with a Poniard Direct O thou hast opt a flood-gate which will not close till my heart blood in drain'd Pris If thou wert born of woman spare my life Anar O thou luxurious Strumpet hath not thy guilt or feare bereft thy tongue of utterance methinks thou shouldst when thinking on thy fact convert to stone and save my hand a labor to send thee to another world There strumpet stabs her Pris O heaven Anar So how like you this Phlebotomizing only can care the feaver in your blood why don't you mingle limbes get up and at it Direct Like to a Ship dismembred of her sailes and cuft from side to side by surly waves so doth my soule fare As that poore Vessell rests my brittle stay Neerer the Land still neerer cast away Presbyterie in my fall receives its mortall wound and ne'r must look in England to beare sway O O I see in this the power of providence Whose stronger hand restrains our wilful powers A will above doth rule the will of ours He dies Anar He 's dead but she remains with life and wilt thou not acompany thy letcher that he may man thee into Charons boat Pris My soule disdaines her habitation and now wil needs be fleeting know Sir for now I fear not all your fury I lov'd Directory as my own soul and knew him oftner then your self for which may heaven forgive me for his sake I could wish to live but now he 's gone what should I doe on earth Death our delights continually doth sever Vertue alone abandoneth us never She dies Anar She 's gone farewell for ever may heaven forgive thy fault I would not prosecute revenge so farre as wish thy sou'e destruction what now remaines for me I must be gone far hence ere Sol visit our Horizon let Fortune do her worst Her frownes he feares not nor her hot'st Alarmes That beares against them patience for his Armes Exit FINIS