Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	wonder_n	world_n	young_a	30	3	5.5655	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A27196	Philaster, or, Love lies a bleeding a tragi-comedy, as it is now acted at His Majesty's Theatre Royal ...	Beaumont, Francis, 1584-1616.; Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.; Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.	1695 (1695)	Wing B1601; ESTC R20965	42,036	68

can be we are Philaster's safety Is that great Cause will Arm the Gods to joyn us Dion Enough my Friends come to my Arms. Embracing No King The Head you aim at cost more setting on Than to be lost so slightly If it must off Like a wild overflow that shakes down Bridges Cracks the strong Hearts of Pines whose Cable Roots Held out a thousand Storms a thousand Thunders And so made mightier takes whole Towers Towns Palaces And lays 'em desolate so shall thy Head Thy noble Head bury the Lives of Thousands That shall bleed with thee in thy purple Ruines Thra. Lead on thou Champion Genius of our Swords Dion But we lose time the lucky Minute calls You Thraselin haste instantly to th' Forum Where you will find a Band of honest Citizens That only wait the kind inviting Trumpet To call 'em forth to Glory Souls so brave Will make Day smile to see 'em shine in Arms. You Cleremont haste to the Royal Cittadel You 'll find the Bolts of Steel and Gates of Brass Will all fly open at Philaster's Name For me my Post shall be t' attend his Person And watch the Motions of his hungry Hunters Now all retire a Royal Head to save Push your fair Cause and Fortune Crown the Brave Exeunt Thraselin and Cleremont Enter King and Attendants King Hold hold my bursting Heart and drowning Eyes Oh Arethusa Arethusa Lend me Some pitying God a Tongue to vent my Groans This more then execrable Deed Philaster Could'st thou do this Could the rich Veins of Kings Thou born of Royal Race A Prince A Butcher A Ruffian and a Hangman Crime like this A Cannibal would blush at Wolves and Blood-hounds Would turn their aking Nostrils from this sight And howl o'er wounds so barbarous Tell me Friends For you have seen the killing Object seen That once dear Garden of fair blooming Sweets All rooted by the Tusks of this wild Boar And say my honest loyal Hearts in all The blackest Legends of recorded Murder Is there that Chronicle can match this Monster Dion Yes there are Chronicles can match this Monster If he be one King Ha! If he be one Dion Yes Sir If he be one King That if But Sir go on Dion Then Sir to give plain dealing Truth fair play You 've lost a Daughter a King's Daughter True And by a blow perhaps not altogether So Manly as befits the weight of that Great Arm when lifted up to fall with Fate Yet let me tell you Sir King Hold Profane Insolent Gods can there be that Impudence so Steel'd Pleaders and Advocates for Guilt so horrid But that my Arm 's reserv'd for Nobler Vengeance Thy Head thou reverend Rebel But to Answer thee I 'll call the judging World Nay let thy own Accusing Conscience speak Is there that Monument Though big and high as Pelion can be able To cover this base Murder Make it rich With Brass with purest Gold and shining Jasper Like the Pyramides lay on Epitaphs Such as make Great Men Gods 't is all too weak Too shallow Rhetorick But I am too tame Lead forth that Monster to his speedy doom Dion So speedy no too hasty King you 'll find it not that o'er easie Work Enter Philaster Guarded Phil. Sir you are pleas'd To call me forth to Justice And behold Your Summons are obey'd King Oh my weak Eye-balls How can I look upon that Face of Horror Phil. Yes how indeed King Thou Merciless Inhumane But why do I seek words for guilt beyond A Name too deep for shallow sounds to reach Say then thou all unutterable Cruelty What hast thou done Phil. Say first Thou bold Examiner How darst thou ask that Question King Dare Phil. Dare ask it For know thou bold Demander thou requirest me To make thee the Relation of a Deed Which art thou sure thou' rt Man enough to hear me King Thou Counsel'st well Indeed I ought to muster All the most fortified Resolves about me The summon'd strength of my whole guarded Heart To hear this dismal Tale. Phil. Then hear and Tremble Oh King thou hadst a Beauteous Daughter Beauteous Each common Flower and every Garden Rose May boast that name Beauty she was so fair A piece so lovely that the whole Groating Divinity that form'd it when it mingled Her dazling Compounds dropt it self into The Mould and mixt the God to finish it Dion All Raptures Phil. Then for her Vertue King her Beauteous Mind Her rich fair Soul Ay that all in land Paradisc O Virtue Virtue thy Celestial Charms She was that all Original Perfection A Wonder sure set up by Priding Heav'n For Homaging Worlds to kneel to yet that wonder That radiant Temple of Angelick Truth Has this Rebellious infidel destroy'd But haste dull King thy drowne Thunder sleeps The loud Tongu'd Cries of those affrighting wounds Demand that swiftest executing Arm Her punisht Murderer King Enter Bellario Bell. Yes Royal Sir Her punisht Murderer Phil. Ay Boy if he can punish him if all The Impotent weak Rods of feeble Vengeance Earth has it to invent or Hell to give it him Bell. Yes Sir if all the weight of angry Kings Axes or Gibbets all the swift Revenge For your dear Daughters Blood can expiate Those ever gaping wounds Arm Arm your Bolts For this detested Head the vile Bellario Phil. Bellario Sayst thou Bell. Most wrong'd Prince Bellario Thy lovely Princess Murderer this young Blood-hound With all his Mass of Guilt stands here before you King Good Gods Bellario Phil. What means this all amazing Wonder Gods Is there a Goodness in the World so Prodigal Oh King I 've liv'd too long This generous Boy Would take Death from me Bell. Ha! What says my Lord Phil. That dear all prodigy brings its sweet Innocence A bleating Lamb to save a bloated Tyger Bell. How my dear Lord Phil. Oh do not talk Bellario Quick send me to my Death Remember King Your Daughter's Murderer Bell. My noble Lord Oh whither does your headlong transport run Thou thou her Murderer Phil. No more no more I shall be shot from Heaven as now from Earth If thou continuest this stupendious kindness Bell. Did you e're hear the like Oh my amazement Gods how he talks What Dreams what Shapes and Fantoms My King my Lords speak all Let Justice Reason Nay common Sense be the fair judg between us The great Philaster so much Royal Honour For him to Murder Women That unprincely Nay that unmanly blow Yes and to kill The only Darling Idol of his Soul Could he do this Dion Now Truth begins to speak Bell. But for a wicked Boy a Low-born-slave The vilest rubbish outcast of the World His Soul as poor as the base Veins that hold it Cashier'd and banisht and turn'd out to starve For me to swell with Gall and burst with Poyson And in the rage of my resenting Fury To strike a Dagger to my Mrs. Heart Me to act all this Phil. Hold hold malitious Boy Dear lovely Thief thou sweetest