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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	wound_n	wound_v	write_v	51	3	4.9588	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A27247	The excommunicated prince, or, The false relique a tragedy, as it was acted by His Holiness's servants, being the Popish plot in a play / by Capt. William Bedloe.	Bedloe, William, 1650-1680.; Walter, Thomas.	1679 (1679)	Wing B1676; ESTC R18110	34,258	58

Religions and each conscience sway Pol. Did Jove the ancient world but thus command His Scepter had not trembled in his hand All Nations had not known one Common Grave Nor proud Mount I de been rival'd by a Wave These Parts where stiff-neck'd Zealots only grew We gently soften'd and then thought to bow A Cross or Image lately so abhor'd Is now as much as Persia's God ador'd The Tolling of a Bell is heard Miletas Hark Sir Deaths harsher Trumpet wounds my Ear An Engine made to strike the Soul with Fear By these Death-Calls I 've ' nto such Fits been thrown That others Passing-Bells I 've thought my own They to my Heart such wounds of Conscience bear As if not written but engraven there Polidor I too did in these Errors run astray Till the Pope taught me a more soothing way Ensuing Pains all sensual Pleasures bring But this has Charmes will blunt the sharpest sting He takes his Pardon out of his Pocket and shews it Enter Messenger Messenger I bring ill News Salvirus Sir is dead Polidor Salvirus dead it is impossible I saw him yesternight all Life and Spirit As if there were no Empire there for Death But for prevention he design'd this Morning To take a Potion Messenger Ev'n that Prevention did include his Death And Tobias the Apothecary Is apprehended for his Poys'ner And Sir I 'm sent to let you know His Corps require a speedy Burial And wait only on your Coming Polidorus Looking upon the Messenger Farewell Salvirus since it must be so Sure none can guess how much I feel thy Blow But for thy Murtherer I 'll soon prepare Revenge which shall my Constancy declare Exit Messenger Zolazer gives what we ask Heaven for Sure he with Sylla's vengeful Ghost confers Which might contemplate high'r in Policy But none delights in humane Blood like he He 'll climb up Times Abode and 's Sythe command What Ears to crop and what are fit to stand Scen. 4. Enter Polidorus Miletas Zolazer Dubois Tyrone Lumbus and Lucan Polidorus Since we are now in a full Synod met Let each relate what News he brings from Fate Why the Revengeful Furies are so slow Or if the Prince is ripe for Death or no. Whether the fatal Sisters cease their Strife And all agree to cut his thread of Life Dubois Let this suffice we do his Death decree And Thursday night shall be the Massacre I 've hir'd two Ruffians arm'd with Cruelty As well by Nature as Religious Tie Sworn then to give the fatal Stab or die Nor need we fear he can the Blow escape Whil'st fetter'd in the drousie Arms of Sleep Zolaz To all our Party we 've this notice sent Then to be arm'd to expect the Event And if the Murder on the Prince succeed All Georgia in the same hour shall bleed We do expect ten thousand Persians aid Which Montaxerxes does design to head They 'll come with armed Resolutions o're Now ro regain their Credit lost before Their Magazine you know we have engrost Nor was my pains amongst the Souldiers lost So that we need no opposition fear Besides the Citt's made valiant by Despair But them whilst flaming Houses do surprize We will knock down like Candle-dazled Flies Legions of Angels will our Armies lead And every Saint by Intercession aid Nay very Pictures will our Cause maintain Nor sleeping Heroes wear their Swords in vain Lucan Our Emissaries scatter'd up and down Assure our work is to perfection grown that several thousands are oblig'd by Vow Both to be secret and assistant too And those mean few we thought unfit to trust We hope to find as forward as the first Lumbus We did the various Seed of Faction sow And chose such Soil in which it best might grow Whisp'ring Rebellion to each list'ning Ear Rub'd their old Sores and taught 'em what to fear Some Discontents and Terrors of the Law And some fair Prospects of Preferment draw Whilst other tost on Billows of Despair Meet serene Thoughts and quiet Harbour here Then we have artful Engines fram'd to squeeze Large Stipends from their tender Consciences And Surgeon-like corroding Salves apply T' enhance the value of our Remedy Hence came our Wealth and our proud Colleges Owe both their Splendor and their Birth to these Dubois To our late wants above their pow'rs they bring Each one his meritorious Offering Misers unlock their Darling Coffers now And to our Banks their mighty Treasures flow Women with Jewels golden Wedges buy Or with their Houshold Plate our Mints supply Tankards Salts Candlesticks and all 's our own To Baby's little Cawdle-dish and Spoon Thus furnish'd does our vast Exchequer shine Inlay'd with our new counterfeited Coin Good as the best it will our bus'ness do And buy what deaths we please for Kings and Kingdoms too Miletas Now have I seen the bottom of the Plot. Aside And Georgia falls if I secure it not So certain are they so full blown their hope They think Heav'n can't their Hellish Projects stop Yet the Scene must be chang'd and they betray'd To feel those Racks they for their Country made Morinus and Brizander I have sent To give the Prince notice of my Intent Tyrone The Temple Door immediately will be open And thousands of Diseas'd Persons by this time throng From all parts o' th' World to adore our Relick We have annointed its Face and set behind it A Chaffin-dish of Coals to make it seem To sweat and weep by melting of the Liquor Our Springs our Wheels and such like Engines Are of great Use to make it move and speak We must likewise pretend that ev'ry night The Relique by a Miracle provides More Wax than all the Lights and Flame consume So that the Tapers in the Morning weigh'd Prove oft times heavier than before Miletas Aside That real faith by which we Heav'n may gain Seems plac't afar and Doubts are strew'd between Whil'st things most false soon our Belief create And deprav'd Nature carries on the Cheat. Scen. 5. Enter Teimurazez Miletas Morimus and Brizander Morinus To Teimurazez If Truth has any Pow'r or if there be A Certainty in Demonstration Your Reason will not let you doubt that now Which your belief so long fainted under Teimurazez Doubt it no 'T is Truth enough to make an Atheist worship it A thousand Circumstances though 't wants not any Offer themselves to guard your Evidence To Miletas But th'horridness of it so frights my Patience That I can't hear the rest without turning Fury Ye Gods Have I been led so long so willingly Unto the Brinks of Ruin Loyalty whither art thou fled or was there Ever any more than what lives in you Since Adam lost his Innocence Frail man what art thou of what Use thy Reason Dote not on that for 't is thy only Misery 'T was that made envious Belzebub a Rival To our first Parent who searching his ambitious Soul Sow'd Treason there not to be rooted out Whil'st yet there lives one