Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	woe_n	world_n	wretched_a	53	3	8.0509	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36657	Oedipus a tragedy, as it is acted at His Royal Highness, the Duke's Theatre / the authors, Mr. Dryden and Mr. Lee.	Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Sophocles. Oedipus Rex.; Lee, Nathaniel, 1653?-1692.	1679 (1679)	Wing D2322; ESTC R22022	48,606	90

I shall be gaz'd at now The more be pointed at There goes the Monster Nor have I hid my horrours from my self For tho' corporeal light be lost for ever The bright reflecting Soul through glaring Opticks Presents in larger size her black Idea's Doubling the bloody prospect of my Crimes Holds Fancy down and makes her act again VVith Wife and Mother Tortures Hell and Furies Ha! now the baleful off-spring's brought to light In horrid form they ranck themselves before me VVhat shall I call this Medley of Creation Here one with all th' obedience of a Son Borrowing Jocasta's look kneels at my Feet And calls me Father there a sturdy Boy Resembling Lajus just as when I kill'd him Bears up and with his cold hand grasping mine Cries out How fares my Brother Oedipus VVhat Sons and Brothers Sisters and Daughers too Fly all begon fly from my whirling brain Hence Incest Murder hence you ghastly figures O Gods Gods answer is there any mean Let me go mad or dye Enter Jocasta Joc. Where where is this most wretched of mankind This stately Image of Imperial Sorrow Whose story told whose very name but mention'd Would cool the rage of Feavers and unlock The hand of Lust from the pale Virgin 's hair And throw the Ravisher before her feet Oed. By all my fears I think Jocasta's Voice Hence fly begon O thou far worse than worst Of damning Charmers O abhor'd loath'd Creature Fly by the Gods or by the Fiends I charge thee Far as the East West North or South of Heav'n But think not thou shalt ever enter there The golden Gates are barr'd with Adamant 'Gainst thee and me and the Celestial Guards Still as we rise will dash our Spirits down Joc. O wretched Pair O greatly wretched we Two Worlds of woe Oed. Art thou not gon then ha How dar'st thou stand the Fury of the Gods Or com'st thou in the Grave to reap new pleasures Joc. Talk on till thou mak'st mad my rowling brain Groan still more Death and may those dismal sources Still bubble on and pour forth blood and tears Methinks at such a meeting Heav'n stands still The Sea nor Ebbs nor Flows this Mole-hill Earth Is heav'd no more the busie Emmets cease Yet hear me on Oed. Speak then and blast my Soul Joc. O my lov'd Lord tho' I resolve a Ruine To match my Crimes by all my miseries 'T is horrour worse than thousand thousand deaths To send me hence without a kind Farewel Oed. Gods how she shakes me stay thee O Jocasta Speak something e're thou goest forever from me Joc. 'T is Woman's weakness that I would be pity'd Pardon me then O greatest tho' most wretched Of all thy Kind my Soul is on the brink And sees the boiling Furnace just beneath Do not thou push me off and I will go With such a willingness as if that Heav'n With all it's glories glow'd for my reception Oed. O in my heart I feel the pangs of Nature It works with kindness o're Give give me way I feel a melting here a tenderness Too mighty for the anger of the Gods Direct me to thy knees yet oh forbear Lest the dead Embers should revive Stand off and at just distance Let me groan my horrours here On the Earth here blow my utmost Gale Here sob my Sorrows till I burst with sighing Here gasp and Languish out thy wounded Soul Joc. In spight of all those Crimes the cruel Gods Can charge me with I know my Innocence Know yours 't is Fate alone that makes us wretched For you are still my Husband Oed. Swear I am And I 'll believe thee steal into thy Arms Renew endearments think 'em no pollutions But chaste as Spirits joys gently I 'll come Thus weeping blind like dewy Night upon thee And fold thee foftly in my Arms to slumber The Ghost of Lajus ascends by degrees pointing at Jocasta Joc. Begon my Lord Alas what are we doing Fly from my Arms Whirl-winds Seas Continents And Worlds divide us O thrice happy thou Who hast no use of eyes for here 's a ●ight Would turn the melting face of Mercy 's self To a wild Fury Oed. Ha! what seest thou there Joc. the Spirit of my Husband O the Gods How wan he looks Oed. Thou rav'st thy Husband 's here Joc. There there he Mounts In circling fire amongst the blushing Clouds And see he waves Jocasta from the VVorld Ghost Jocasta Oedipus Vanish with Thunder Oed. What wouldst thou have Thou knowst I cannot come to thee detain'd In darkness here and kept from means of death I 've heard a Spirit 's force is wonderful At whose approach when starting from his Dungeon The Earth does shake and the old Ocean groans Rocks are remov'd and Tow'rs are Thundred down And walls of Brass and Gates of Adamant Are passable as Air and fleet like VVinds. Joc. VVas that a Raven's Croak or my Sons Voice No matter which I 'll to the Grave and hide me Earth open or I 'll tear thy bowels up Hark! he goes on and blabs the deed of Incest Oed. Strike then Imperial Ghost dash all at once This House of Clay into a thousand pieces That my poor lingring Soul may take her flight To your Immortal Dwellings Joc. Haste thee then Or I shall be before thee See thou canst not see Then I will tell thee that my wings are on I 'll mount I 'll fly and with a port Divine Glide all along the gaudy Milky soil To find my Lajus out ask every God In his bright Palace if he knows my Lajus My murder'd Lajus Oed. Ha! how 's this Jocasta Nay if thy brain be sick then thou art happy Joc. Ha! will you not shall I not find him out Will you not show him are my tears despis'd Why then I 'll Thunder yes I will be mad And fright you with my cries yes cruel Gods Tho' Vultures Eagles Dragons tear my heart I 'll snatch Celestial flames fire all your dwellings Melt down your golden Roofs and make your doors Of Chrystal flye from off their Diamond Hinges Drive you all out from your Ambrosial Hives To swarm like Bees about the field of Heav'n This will I do unless you shew me Lajus My dear my murder'd Lord. O Lajus Lajus Lajus Ex. Jocasta Oed. Excellent grief why this is as it should be No Mourning can be suitable to Crimes Like ours but what Death makes or Madness forms I could have wish'd methought for sight again To mark the Gallantry of her distraction Her blazing Eyes darting the wandring Stars T' have seen her mouth the Heav'ns and mate the Gods While with her Thundring Voice she menac'd high And every Accent twang'd with smarting sorrow But what 's all this to thee thou Coward yet Art living canst not wilt not find the Road To the great Palace of magnificent Death Tho' thousand ways lead to histhousand doors Which day and night are still unbarr'd for all Clashing of Swords Drums and Trumpets without Hark! 't is