Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	die_v	king_n	time_n	6,570	5	3.4647	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A44295	The honour of an apprentice of London Wherein is declared his matchless manhood, and brave adventures done by him in Turkey, and by what means he married the Kings daughter of that same country. The tune is, All you that are good fellows.		1661 (1661)	Wing H2593B; ESTC R218024	1,605	1

The honour of an Apprentice of LONDON Wherein is declared his matchless Manhood and brave adventures done by him in Turkey and by what means he married the Kings daughter of that same Country The tune is All you that are good fellows OF a worthy London Prentice my purpose is to speake And tell his brave adventures done for his Country sake Séeke all the world abent and you shall hardly find A man in valour to excéed a Printice gallant mind He was born in Cheshire the cheif of men was he From thence brought up to London a Prentice for to be A Merchant on the Bridge did like his service so That for thrée years his Factor to Turkey he should go And in that famous Country one year he had not been Ere he by Tilt maintained the honour of his Queen Elizabeth our Princesse he nobly there made known To be the Phenix of the world and none but she alone In Armour richly guilded well mounted on a Stead One score of Knights most hardy one day he made to bleed And brought them all to ground who proudly durst deny Elizabeth to be the Pearle of Princely Majesty The King of that same Country thereat began to frown And wil'd his Son there present to pull this youngster down Who at his Fathers words these boasting speeches said Thou art a Traytor English boy and hast the Traytor plaid I am no Boy nor Traytor thy speeches I defie Which here will be revenged upon thee by and by A London Prentice stil shall prove as good a man As any of your Turkish Knights do all the best you can The second Part to the same tune ANd there with all he gave him a Box upon the ear Which broke his neck asunder as plainly doth appear Now know proud Turke quoth he I am no English boy That can with one small box o' th ear the Prince of Turks destroy When as the King perceived his son so strangely slain His soul was sore afflicted with more then mortal pain And in revenge thereof he swore that he should dye The cruelst death that ever man beheld with mortal eye Two Lyons were prepared this Prentice to devour Neer famisht up with hunger ten days with a tower To make them far more fierce and ea●er of their prey To glut themselves with humane gore upon that dreadfull day The appointed time of torment at length grew neer at hand Where all the noble Lodies and Barons of the Land Attended on the King to see this Prentice slain And buried in the hungry maws of these fierce Lyons twain Then in his shirt of Cambrick with silk most richly wrought This worthy London Prentice was from the prison brought And to the Lyons given to stanch their hunger great Which had not eat in ten days space on one small bit of meat But God that knows all secrets the matter so contriv'd That by this young mans valour they were of life depriv'd For being faint for food they scarcely could withstand he noble force and fortitude Tand courage of his hand For when the hungr● 〈◊〉 had cast on him their eyes The Elements did thunder with Eccho of their cryes And running all amain his body to devour Into their throats he thrust his arme with all his might and power From thence by manly vallour their hearts he tore in sunder And at the King he threw them to all the peoples wonder This have I done quoth he for lovely Englands sake And for my Country Maiden Quéen much more will undertake But when the King perceived his wrathful Lyons hearts Afflicted with great terror his rigor soon reverts And turned all his hate into remorce and love And said it was some Angel sure sent down from God above No no I am no Angel the courteous young man said But born in famous England where Gods word wor is obey'd Asisted by the heavens which did me thus befriend Or else thou hadst most cruelly brought here my life to end The King in heart amazed lift up his hand to heaven And for his sould offences did crave to be forgiven Believing that no Land like England might be séen Nor people better governed by vertue of a Queen So taking up this young man he pardon'd him his life And gave his daughter to him to be his wedded wife Where then they did remain and live in quiet peace In spending forth their happy days injoy and loves increase Printed for F. Coles T. Vere and VV. Gilbertson