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	yield_v	young_a	37	3	5.5233	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16900	The faire maide of Bristovv As it was plaide at Hampton, before the King and Queenes most excellent Maiesties.	Day, John, 1574-1640?, attributed name.	1605 (1605)	STC 3794; ESTC S104660	20,099	46

forth and fréely speake the truth Har. The wretch my Lord that neuer did offend Fears not to die I charge thée Florence Of my maisters death Moreouer I charg thée That with this purse of massie gold Thou didst bribe me To murder Sentloe Sentlo that is dead flo I bribe thée with what false-hood dost thou vrge me Har. Let Vallenger be asked what purse this is Looke on it Ladies marke it for you know it Ana This purse was mine va This purse I gaue to Florence King Then with this purse we holdly may conclude that she did bribe Blunt to murder Sentloe Eust Looke on her face my Lord her couller changeth flo Am I discride shall yonder corish slaue By blabing tongue bring me to infamy No tho I assure my death I le further his God Your answere Florence what debate you there flo My answere shall be resolute and true Worthy the vallor of a womans mind To bad for thée thou lumpe of infamy Eust Nothing but badnes is from bad deriued flo Most mighty king I fréely do confes That cursed Blunt consented to murder Sentloe This is the truth of all liue I or die Har. Lewd is her life my Lord and lose her toong king Well take them aside In Florence I obserue her impudence In Vallenger dispaire in Blunt remorce In these thrée last front terror Call them agen attend your sentence all First Vallenger thou soughtest to poison Anabell thy wise Since by aparent proffe Sentlo is slaine Our sentence is respectiue for thy good A noble death the losse of thy lewd head Blunt and this honest Florence Both for committing and concealing murder Must one the gallowes die this is our sencence Har. No act is proued in me right royall king King Her words approue thy act thy act her will Har. My faults is in consealment not attempt flo His fault is murder hang vs all my Lord. Eust Harbart for all your kindnes to my son I le sée you shortly caper in a cord flo Sée then you hang vs closely then my Lord To kis in death as we haue kist in life Ana. Bost not thy shame nor shame thou womanhood Flo. Alack good god how holy is she growen she loues the flesh yet dares not make it knowne va I do imbrace the law as plea●ed to die Father forgiue the follies of my youth Vmphrevill let me beare to heauen Vpon the wings o● my vnfained repentance My sorrow héere indented in my tears And thou indued wonder of thy ●exe Forgiue the wrongs that I haue done to thee That I may go with peace vnto my death king Away with them To morrow ●ée execution be per●ormd Ana. O mercy Richard show some mercy Will Vallenger in silence losse his son And harder then the Penerian rockes Neuer be perst Although the Father will not Richmond plead And if that Richmond dare not Liestor speak O sée the time fléets hence with Swolloes wings Time runs O Gratious king be mercifull king Lady I cannot breake the limites of the law A wilfull murder must be paid with death Yet bring me a man that willingly will yéeld Sufferance of death to saue yong Vallenger And he shall liue else hope no further grace Atend our further pleasurs at the court ana This is some comfort happie Anabell Now show thy ready and thy womans wit Chal. How shall he liue in one will die for him Well Vallenger i● thou haue such a friend Thou art happie but I mean to sée the end Exit Challener Enter Sentloe like a frier Sent. Thus like a frier I haue disguised my selfe To sée my déere friend that hath saued my life And that same strumpet that Would haue caused my death A harlots loue is like a chimney smoke Quiuering in the aire betwéene two blasts of winde Borne heere and there by either of the same And properly to none of both inclind Hate and dispaire is painted in their eies Deceit and treason in their bossome lies Their promises are made of brittle glasse Ground like a phillip to the finest dust Their thoughts like streaming riuers swiftly passe Their words are oyle and yet they geather rust True are they neuer found but in vntruth Constant in nought but in vnconstancie Deuouring cankars of mans liberty But stay I am at the prison gate Where are you kéeper let me speake with you keep Who knocks there Sent. A fryer come to confesse your prisoners Keep Stay I le bring them to you presently Enter Vallenger Florence and Blunt and the keeper Sent. Health to this place sir let me speake with you Do you not sorrow inward at your hart For your loose life you haue so wanton spent Val. Yes from my hart Sir and do thinke it long That this vild life of mine doth breath so long Sent. Do not dispaire although your death be nie Heauen looke vpon you with a Gracious eie flo Now gentlewoman let me speake with you Now good fellow what wouldst thou haue with me Sent. To confes truly your offences past flo Well shall I confes one thing truly to thée Sent. One thing and euery thing flo Why then I confes truely that before This time neuer confest any thing truely But in briefe father I le tell thée All that I couseaned I de●rauded Those I haue slandered I haue defamed Whom I hated I loued not And this hath bin the manner of my life Sent. Are you not sorry for that you haue done flo No by my troth nere a whit at all Sent. I hope your mind will chang be●ore you die flo Perhaps you know so much trust me not I. Sent. God turn your hart frend let me speak with you The time draws néere of execution What is it méete I goe along with you Har. I gentle Sentloe and thy sel●e shall sée The deference twixt lust and chastity Enter a messenger Mes You must bring the prisoners away the king and péeres are already set keep Say we make all the spéed we may flo Come noble harts le ts fearles march away A little hanging will dispatch vs all Exit Omnes Enter the king Richmond Liester Sir Eustice Sir Godfrey to the execution king Sir Godfrey and Sir Eustice vallenger Your Siluer haires shoulde teach you patience god My ledge God be my record I do not repine Alack good knight thou wéeps in vaine But now there is no helpe Eust I I my Soueraine iustice on my son He hath deserued death and let him haue it king Sir godfrey hath your daughter yet Found out a man will die for Vallenger Such was our promise in regard of her And since our word is past we graunt it him god No no my Soueraine I haue hard A man vrged by nes●esity to lead his frend Or to redéeme his person with his owne But to find one will die for a frend This age we liue in doth not now a ●ord Enter the officers with the prisoners king Dispose yong Vallenger the first to

Enter blunt amased Why how now blont why stares thou so vpon me Blo are you aliue sir Sent. Didst thou set any body to kill me Blo Not I sir but wicked Florance did And hadest bin slaine had it not bin for me Sentloe behould thou Harbert and thy friend That thus hath wayted on thée like thy man To saue thée from a thousand miseries Sent. I am a masd and knowe not what to say O my deare Harbart O my louing frend Harb Leaue of imbracments till some other time The king is com to Bristow newly landed Come as we goe along I le tell thée all Things wonderfull that yet thou dreamst not off Exit Enter king Richard Leicester and Richmond King All haile thou blessed bosome of my peace Richard findes instance of his home returne Bristow thou hapie rode where first Iland Doth welcome me now from the holy land Send word to London of our safe ariuall While we awhile in Bristow heere repose vs. god Fame with her brasen trump hath born this tidings hether Eust And Bristow with their Cittizens expresse Their gladnes by their tryumphe at your safetie Kin. And we with you will put these triumphs on But for this vnlucky accident Which makes old Eustice and Vmphreuil sad Which grieues me for the noble gentlemen god By blessed Saint Paule my liedg I cannot brook it to sée my child my aire my Anabell this heere what a wretch was this Now by saint Charity if I were iudge a halter were the least should hamper him eust Tho nature wrassels with my staied reason and willes me plead for mercie for my son yet iustice with impartiall wings directs My thoughts from pitty and my words for right My liedg to make an entrance to your fame Regard Vmphreviles wrong punish my son I cannot lose him better then by law Nor is he lost that doth example giue Of sweet amends to such as leudly liue King Vertue commends thy course and patience his In both I pitty what you both desire If iustice could be glased with pitties wings Call for the prisoner let vs crowne the time With iustice for these honorable men Ana. Haue mercy Richard mercy in a king Is like the péereles Diamond set in gold he out of enuy and of fury speaks I out of loue and passion plead for him King What pleasing aduocate hath pitty rais'd To plead the prisoners cause himselfe not there Ana. One that doth beare the greatest griefe of all The haples wife of wofull Vallenger King Why thou art wrong'd therfore shouldest claime Reueng for thée and iustice for thy husband Ana. Reuedg for me my Lord nay that cannot be vnles a strang deuission may be had For I that am as néerely knit to Vallenger as bodie to the soule cannot suppose an iniury But think his losse To be my miserie and chiefest crosse God Hath he not sought thy bloud thou foolish girle Ana He sought no more then I can fréely giue and sacrefise to death so he may liue Mo. Did he not keepe a harlot to despight thée ana And if he mend that fault he soone may right me God He gaue thy ornaments to deck his trull Ana. And my consent did ratefie his guift Mo. Well he hates thée Ana. To try my patience all that he did or gaue Or did contriue conserneth me his act was my allowance Now since my selfe accuse not but excuse Since she that was supposed to be wronged Doth right that wrong be iust and set him frée For I protest I know no iniury God She knowes no iniurie my Lord she lies King Sir God-frey since your daughter doth Remit his fault methinks you should forgiue him god Forgiue him no not I the wretch shall neuer bost That he hath braued old God-frey in a iust And honest cause I le touch him I I and tuch him to the quick No lesse then for his neck verse will I touch him Docter stand foorth and to my prince and péeres Say what thou know'st of Sentloes bloudy death Cha. Then this I bow before your Maiesty That Vallenger corrupted me by gold to poison Anabel and Sentloe to Ana. Intents are nothing till they come to acts god and mistris is not Sentloe dead in act Har. Sentloe is dead my maisters bloudy death should quicken iustice in your maiesty King thou shalt haue iustice to thy owne content Cha. O how I grieue to see her brinish tears Water the Crimson roses of her cheeks Har. Had not my wit preuented this before Nor you nor she had neuer sorrowed more Eust You come my son what said I No my shame O let his bloud my liedge redéeme the same Enter vallènger and officers King Yong Vallenger thou art héere Accu●ed for Anabell And murdering Sentloe that is dead Speak art thou guilty I or noe va Guilty in both my Lord and héere for both Ready to pay the penallty of my life Tho in my soule and conscience I am cléere Of Sentloes death yet welcome happie lot That so shall rid my life of that foule spot ana Alas poore soule how griefe and his disgrace Doth make him desprate behold his face From thence speaks truth as from an Orackle That he is innocent tho his words accu e him king Well Vallenger atend thy sentence Har. Pronounce not sentence yet right royall king king What lawfull stay canst thou impart to vs. Har. A stay to straighten iustice and the truth My conscience charged with this hainous crime Makes me con●esse tho to my harts true griefe That by thinticements of lewd Florence and her guists I should haue murdred Sentlo my déere maister I therefore think that through her wickednes She is the cause of all these villainies king Post officers and fetch her to our presence va A weake delay to hinder my strong faith God I euer thought that Harlot would be one Sée how that bold ●ace ieats it like a bride Enter florence flo Health to the king good fortune to the péeres Moth. A boulder quean ther liude not this many years King My pearcing iudgment through the brittle glasse Of that fraile beauty doth deserne her loosenes Lady stand forth Flo. I entertaine that name most royall king And boldly come héere to cléere my selfe Of any thing that shall be laid against me King You are héere acused as accessarie Vnto Sentloes death speake are you guilty I or no. Flo. Doth this disgraced son of that proud man Charg me with these surmises before the king Va. Thou hast not murdred him but my renowne His death this hand my death of fame doth wound Cha. Thus lust makes yong mens missery her law Flo. Who then dares tuch my reputation Eust Looke there on thy accuser that is he Flo. This corish lumpe of flesh this shaghaird slaue Eust Aplie thy spéech proud woman to the place Speake reuerently in presence of the King King Lady we stand not vpon words But one the proffe and estimate of right Sirtha stand