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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	full_a	good_a	great_a	879	4	2.1025	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10192	A tragedie of Abrahams sacrifice, written in french by Theodore Beza, and translated into Inglish, by A.G. Finished at Povvles Belchamp in Essex, the xj. of August. 1575; Abraham sacrifiant. English.	Bèze, Théodore de, 1519-1605.; Golding, Arthur, 1536-1606.	1577 (1577)	STC 2047; ESTC S109029	20,167	66

soe Abraham Alas alas what ment I so to sayne Forgiue me Lord and pluck me backe agein From this leawd race wherin my sin gan go O Lord my God deliuer me from this wo. This hand of mine shall certeinly him smight For sith it is thy will it is good right It should be doone Wherfore I will obey Satan But I will keepe you from it if I may Abraham So doing I should make my God vntrew For he hath told me that there should insew So great a people out of this my sonne As ouer all the earth should spred and ronne And therefore if that Isaac once were kild I see not how this couenant could be hild Alas Lord hast thou made him thē for nowght Alas Lord is it vaine that thou so oft Hast promist me such things in Isaake As thou wooldst neuer doo for others sake Alas and can the things repealed be Which thou so oft hast promist vnto me Alas and shall my hope haue such an end Wherto should then mans hope trusting tēd The summe of all I minded to haue sayd Is that to thee I hartily haue prayd To giue me yssue hoping that when thow Hadst graunted it I should haue liued now In ioy and pleasure but I see full well The contrary to my desire befell For of my sonns which were no mo but twayn To put away the one my selfe was fayne And of the other O hard extremitee Both father I and tormenter must be Yea tormenter yea tormenter alas But art not thou the selfe same God which was Contented for too heere me patiently When I did pray to thee so instantly Euen in the midds of all thy wrath and yre When Sodom thou didst mind to burne with fire Now then my God and King wilt thou say nay When for my selfe I vnto thee doe pray Whom I begate him must I now deface O God at leastwise graunt me yit this grace Satan Grace in my book that word I neuer found Abraham Some other man my sonne to death may wownd Alas my Lord and must this hand of myne To such a stroke against all kind declyne How will it towch his wofull mother neere Whē of his violent death she needes shal heere If I alledge thy will for my defence Who will beleue that thou wilt so dispence And if men doe not credit it what fame Will fly abrode to my perpetuall shame I shall be shund of all men more and lesse As paterne of extremest cruelnesse And as for thee who will vnto thee pray Or on thy word and promise euer stay Alas may these hore heares of myne abide The sorrow that is likely to betide Haue I alredy past so many daungers Haue I so traueld countries that are straūgers In heate and cold in thirst and hunger still Continewally obedient to thy will Haue I so long time liued lingringly Now in the end to dye vnhappily O hart of mine clyue clyue asunder clyue And linger heere no longer time aliue The speedier death the lesser is the greef Satan Now is he downe if God send no releef Abraham What sayd I what intend I O my God Which didst create and make me of a clod Thou art my Lord and I thy seruant trew Out of my natiue countrie thou me drew How oftentimes hast thou assured me That vnto mine this land should lotted be And when thou gaue me Isaac didst not thow Most faithfully and constantly auow That out of him such ofspring should be bred As should this land throughout all ouerspred Then if thou wilt needs take him now away What should I thereunto ageinst thee say He is thine owne I had him of thy gift Take him therfore Thou knowest best how to I know thou wilt to life him rayze againe Rather than that thy promis should be vaine Howbeit Lord thou knowest I am a man No good at all or doo or thinke I can But yit thy power which ay is inuincible Doth to beleef make all things possible Hence flesh hence fond affections euery chone Ye humane passions let me now alone Nothing to me is good or reasonable Which to Gods will is not agreeable Satan Well well then Isaac shall dye and wee What will insew therof shall after see O false old hag thou makste me soft to grone Abraham See where my sonne walks vp downe alone O silie child O wretched men death oft Within our bosoms lodgeth him full soft When furthest of we take him for too be And therfore right great need alwaies haue we To leade such life as if we fayne would die But wotest thou my sonne alas what I Intend to say Isaac What pleaseth you good father Abraham Alas that word doth kill my hart the rather Yit must I better corage to me take Isaac my sonne alas my hart doth quake Isaac Father me thinks that feare hath you dismayd Abraham O my deere child it is as thou hast sayd Alas my God. Isaac Sir if it may you pleaze Be bold to tell me what doth you diseaze Abraham Ah my deere child wist thou what thing it were Mercie good Lord thy mercie graunt vs here My sonne my sonne beholdest thou this lyne This wood this fire and eke this knife of myne This geere my Isac serueth all for thee Satan Of God and nature enmie though I bee Yit is this thing so hard a cace to see That euen almost it is a greef to mee Abraham Alas my sonne Isaac Alas my father deere Uppon my knees I humbly pray you heere My youthfull yeeres to pitie if you may Abraham O of mine age the only staffe and stay My derling O my derling faine would I That I for thee a thowsand times might dye But God will haue it otherwise as now Isaac Alas my father mercie I kry you Alas alas I want both tung and hand Ageinst you in mine owne defence to stand But see but see my teares for natures sake None other fence I can or will now make Ageinst you I am Isaac none other But Isaac your only by my mother I am your sonne that through your self hath life And will you let it be bereft with knife Howbeit if you do 't to ' hey the Lord Then on my knees I humbly doe accord To suffer all that euer God and yow Shall think expedient for too doo as now But yit what deeds what deeds of mine deserue This death O God my God my life preserue Abraham Alas my sonne God hath commaunded me To make an offring vnto him of thee To my great greef to my great greef and pine And endlesse wo. Isaac Alas poore mother mine ▪ How many deathes shall my death giue to thee But tell me yit my killer who shall be Abraham Who my deere son my God my God graunt grace That I may dy now presēt in this place Isaac O father mine Abraham Alas no whit that name Agrees to me yit should we be to blame If we obeyd not God. Isaac Sir I