Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	woman_n	word_n	wretched_a	22	3	8.1666	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A06270	A larum for London, or The siedge of Antwerpe VVith the ventrous actes and valorous deeds of the lame soldier. As it hath been playde by the right Honorable the Lord Chamberlaine his Seruants.	Gascoigne, George, 1542?-1577. Spoyle of Antwerpe.; Lodge, Thomas, 1558?-1625, attributed name.	1602 (1602)	STC 16754; ESTC S122090	26,908	52

Yet of those goods committed to my charge Haue I made bolde so much as I haue said To free my life from further preiudice Alu. How art thou free when Alua is not fee'd Fac. I hope my Lord one ransome will suffice For one poore life Alu. That ransome let me see Fac. T is paide my Lord to Sancto Danila Alu. That which he hath is his and none of mine vnlesse thou canst transforme vs and of two Make but one person goe to trifle not But shew me how I may be satisfied Or bide the perrill that ensues thereon Fac. More satisfaction than I haue my Lord I cannot giue how ere you torture me Alu. That will we try if roape and Gibbet holde Let him indure the punishment he needes Will wilfully impose vpon himselfe Fac. Oh that you would at once with ruthles steele Carue vp my brest and let my bloud suffice To quench your thirst for that I cannot giue Alu. So let him downe stand off and giue him ayre Speake now and tell vs where thy coyne is hid Fac. Will yee beleeue me if I speake the truth Alu. So it be truth which thou intendes to speake Fac. As I doe hope this troubled soule of mine Which now is ready to forsake this flesh Shall finde a resting place with my redeemer The coyne you seeke and all the coyne I haue Lyes in the Coffers of proude Danila Alu. Lye there and pine then for deluding me Exit Enter Verdugo Fac. Heere comes another many strokes at last Cut downe the strongest Oake much more the tree Hath but a few yeares growth and that by stormes And often whirle-windes shaken and decayed Ver. Hast thou bin lately falne into the hands Of such as haue had ryfling of thy purse Fac. I haue good Sir Ver. What art a Cittizen Fac. Euen what ye will a miserable man Ver. It seemes I come too late to profit by thee Fac. You may immagine by my sicke faint speech And by my faltring limmes distract and seuer'd Whether I haue bin tortur'd yea or no Ve. Did they then torture thee for that thou hadst Fac. They did and had it Ver. Nothing then remaines Fac. Nothing but this poore miserable life Which I would gladly were surrendred too Ver. They for that thou hadst did torture thee I see that thou hast not heere wee 'll put A period to thy daies Hang him out-right And so speed all whose naked indigence Haue not to feede Verdugo for expence Exit Fac. My destiny was to dye this shamefull death Which I accept with thankes to him that giues it And England now and London both farewell Let after times of Spanish rygor tell Hang him Enter Van End and a Burgers wife Van. Thus will I feast my selfe with Antwerpes spoile And glut my pyning soule with tragicke Actes Say pamperd Froe where is thy treasure hid Speake truth or breath thy last vpon this steele The bloudy temper'd torment of this towne I le batter downe your pride from whence it came And with your ornaments adorne vast hell wif. Spare me Van End I am a harmeles woman Astonisht vnto death with frighting wordes Refraine thy deedes and let the stronger sort Be miserable patients of thy wrath Van. Pittie preuailes not treasure is the fee That bribes the terror of my threatning brest And therefore speake else hast thou spoke thy last wife Within that vault lyes all my wretched wealth My golde my plate my Iewels all are there Van. Then there that heape of glorie lyes for me Which is the way She pushes him downe wif. That is the cursed way Goe thou accurst into that shade of hell The Image of that euerlasting night Where thy damn'd ghoast must dwel exempt from light Enter Stumpe Stum. What stirre is heere what discontented rumor Sendes second message to my dull strucke dayes Accustom'd to the screeching yell of death Lady what grieuance what is there to doe wif. Oh gentle Soldier heauen hath got me triumph Ouer that hell-borne furie damn'd Van End That solde the beautie of this famos towne And rauisht Antwerpe of her Maiden ioy Stum. For Gods sake let me come plague the dog I le stone the Iew to death and paint this Vault With the vnhallowed bloud of wicked treason Heere weare this waightie Iewell in thy hat The towne hath sent it for a token slaue Throw stones I bought this with the goate you gaue me sir Another sto Soldiers must loath despis'd ingratitude This woman for her ransome sends you this another Giue these two vnto Charon for your passing another And with this last present grim Belzebub another So sleepe thy soule with princely Lucifer And take such fare as treason will affoord Come Lady thus you see good friends must part Lament not for his losse his tyme was come And friendes from friends must eyther goe or run Enter three or four soldiers 1 Sol. You see that all is lost all spoilde and sackt What thinke you the best course to get away 2 Sol. Is there no place of strength nor hope of safetie 3 Sol. No hope but death for three daies being past Since the first entred now being in colde bloud The Spaniard is as hot in execution As the first houre he entred on the towne 1 Sol. Like maymed men let 's passe out one by one The safest way and with the least suspect 2 Sol. Disseuering of ourselues and knowne for Wallons ther 's not a man of vs shal passe the gates Enter Stumpe and hearing them 3 Sol. And if we troope thus as we doe together We shall be put to swoord immediately 1 Sol. It were best to seeke some low part of the wall On the moate side and so escape by swimming 2 Sol. The Courts of guard and Sentenels are kept And there 's no hope of that Stumpe Harke you hark you whether wil you flye I wold know that sbloud whether whether ha where will you be releiu'd there 's not a towne dare receiue you the Spaniard has all the country you cannot stragle a foote out of the walles but your throates are cut what haue you to carry with you but your scuruie notch'd limmes you damn'd roagues whether will you goe to feede Wolues A you whorson rascals and though these villanos Burgers haue by their owne securitie beene the destruction of the Cittie a pox on them yet it will bee laide to our charge because we were in it 1 Sol. By the mas the olde Lieuetenant sayes true it wil be so indeed Stum. You are all Wallons but in the miserablest case that euer poore slaues were in for you see that if any man hate a man call him but Wallon the Spaniards cut his throate what country-man so ere he be 2 Sol. Nay it is very true it is most sure Stu. The Dutch on the other side they hate you worse then Deuils because the Spaniards entred where you kept the Trenches 3 Sol. Villaines doe questionles nay it is certaine Stum. What will you doe