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	world_n	worst_a	21	3	7.3174	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A62223	Tamerlane the Great a tragedy : as it is acted by Their Majesties servants at the Theatre Royal / by C. Saunders, Gent.	Saunders, C. (Charles), fl. 1681.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Banks, John, d. 1706.	1681 (1681)	Wing S741; ESTC R17093	37,675	72

Prey And make him tender as the panting Lamb. Ast. But yet the joyful Grant he had not seal'd When once again I did embrace his Knees And call'd to his remembrance how he liv'd By your kind intercession though he scorns The Life you gave yet frankly he confess'd It was a Noble pity in a Mind So great as yours Ars. Oh the Angelick Sound Cou'd yet the moving Argument be vain Ast. It was my Lord till turning to a Theme Of more concern I told him I lov'd How I was lov'd with what a generous Flame You answered my Affections how by you I was protected from the violence Of rash Andronicus and then he smil'd And said 't was nobly done and as a Lover Ars. And yet cou'd he deny Oh what remain'd What cou'd you farther urge Ast. Your Noble Acts Your constant Vertue and unviolate Faith How weighing not your wrongs then thick upon you Banish'd by your great Fathers jealous rage Your Loyal Vertue still unshook unconquer'd Brought Kingdoms to his Throne and Lawrels to his Head This he was strangely taken with and lost Much of his fury wondred and grew kind And swore he cou'd not be a Foe to Vertue Of so sublime a Nature then he rose And gave a soft Command and charg'd me love you Not as a Prince not as the Tyrants Son But something more than Man and nearer to the Gods Ars. Thus kneel kind Angels at the Feet of Heav'n When ready to destroy the impious World They with soft Pray'rs recall the bolted Thunder And ev'n o're-take the swiftest Lightnings Course Blest that I am in thy most charming sweet Prevailing Oratory thus cou'd we move But Tamerlanes far more obdurate Heart Then were we blest Ast. Then were we blest indeed Enter Zayda confus'dly and in hast Zay O dismal Chance O fatal Destiny Ast. What means this dreadful Voice not Croaking Ravens With Midnight-shreiks e're thus disturb'd my Soul Zay Your Father Ast. Say what can his ill-tim'd Fate Malicious Chance and inauspicious Stars Do to advance his full-blown Spring of Sorrow Zay Unheard-of Cruelty the Faithless Tyrant Incens'd by your great Fathers haughty Rage Who though in Chains with his great Spirit frights The Jealous King and with a Princely scorn Vexes his raging Soul which to Revenge Fierce Tamerlane O cruel Artifice Lock'd in an Iron Cage his Rival Slave While he in barbarous Triumph mounted on His Shoulders to his Chariot Ars. Savage Prince Ast. O Cruelty Oh more than Hellish Torment Zay Impatient of his wrongs the Royal Captive As he through Samarcanda's Streets was led A publick Trophy in his moving Prison Against the massy Bars with rage he dash'd His Royal Head while from the fatal Wound Gush'd out that Blood which long the greatest Life The World cou'd ever proudly boast preserv'd Who in a Storm of Ast. O I faint I faint To hear you out will send my Soul away E're I can to his Fate my Duty pay Farewell my Lord. Ars. O my dearest Life Let me let me support thy fainting Beauties Ast. O Adanaxus now we 'r lost again Ars. Unhappy Fate thus ever in our Joys A sudden Thunderbolt divides us Exeunt severally Enter Mandricard alone with a Letter Man What shall I do shall I not go not now When thus the true Idea of that Face Calls my glad Soul which we adore in Angels Great Mandricard I 'le sing thee in my Lap Reading I come I come Asteria Mercury Lend me thy winged Buskins that in thought I may in swiftness penetrate the Air. O welcome welcome be thou to my Soul I kiss thee for her sake whose Ivory Hands Have deep engrav'd these Golden Characters To him Ispatia unseen Isp. So now Ispatia thou hast view'd his Heart And seen it flaming with another Dart Then to compleat the Sum of all my Pains Death is the only Torment that remains Exit Man To thee sweet Saint I come I fly to thee But what ill Fates have intercepted me Enter Arsanes Arsanes here wou'd Hell it were his Ghost Now by my Arms a far more welcome sight Yet now for my defence a well-forg'd Lie With a false shew of Penitential Kindness Will be most exquisite Coming near and bowing to Arsanes Ars. What wou'd this Woman Man Ha! Ars. Art thou Offended with the Name then change the Art For all I yet can see in thee is Woman Forc'd Tears feign'd Flatteries and deep Dissembling These seldom sure possess a Manly Breast Man If ought I 've done can be by what I 'le do Ars. There 's death in thy deceitful Eyes and Tongue Man Deceit and Death what mean those Mystick words Which strike like double Daggers to my Heart Ars. Art thou not false Nan. Destructive Fame thy worst Blow all thy lying Trumpets through the World And to all Ears pronounce me false yet not The blasting Breath of all thy hundred Mouths Can on my injur'd Vertue cast a blot Ars. The Careful Pilot riding on the Main May tack about and shun the highest Rocks But those he fears which skulk beneath the Waves The unseen Instruments of grinning Death You work my ruine not with Hand but Heart The lurking Treasure of black Designs Man Had I by any other Man been drawn In such a Character so much unlike So inconsistent with a Princely Mind That Man had with his final ruine brought Swift vengeance on himself for what he said By Heav'n had he but thought it he had dy'd With you quite otherwise I beg my peace Nature commands you seal my happiness Ars. Ha! are the Wounds I bear so light Man What Wounds This Tongue this Heart and Hand are innocent Ars. Ask'st thou what Wounds So did fell Atreus ask His fainting brother drunk with humane Blood And heavy with the weight of his own Bowels Set to him as a Banquet what he ail'd I tell thee Brother 't was wretched thing An exil'd Slave and Heir to Tamerlane Man Is that not blotted out I 'le hear no more Since you my Friendship and my love contemn I scorn all Treaties of a further Peace Come on Revenge like Wolves and spotted Tygers We 'l live together in perpetual strife And when we meet it must be always War Of which be this the Sacred binding Gage Throw him the Letter and Exit Ars. 'T was boldly spoke and much unlike himself He ne'r profess'd himself my Foe till now To him Axalla Ax. Saw you not Mandricard my Lord Ars. I did Behold this witness of his treacherous hate Opening the Letter Dazle my Eyes or is it from Asteria What sudden madness seizes my lost Senses And makes me think what is impossible 'T is all delusion Ha from my Nerina Directed too to Mandricard Oh Heav'n At her Apartment Ax. Oh the Monster Woman Ars. 'T is sure some feign'd device Ax. Her own false Hand Her Hand that writes her Hearts unconstant Love Ars. How oft have I such tender Characters Of the same size and make lock'd in my Breast And kiss'd