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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
duty_n	fair_a	friendship_n	good_a	10	3	2.0868	3	false

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A45651	The mistakes, or, The false report a tragi-comedy, acted by their Majesties servants / written by Mr. Jos. Harris ; the prologue written by Mr. Dryden ; the epilogue by Mr. Tate.	Harris, Joseph, ca. 1650-ca. 1715.; Mountfort, William, 1664?-1692.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.	1691 (1691)	Wing H865; ESTC R4488	60,524	88

worthy I 'le be the Argus to your peace and honour Vi. R. Thanks my Good friend and to convince you that Your service is not thrown away on me I accept of your advice Alberto's free Now Daughter let us in and sound the depth Of all these wonders Ricardo wa●t me here Exit Vice-Roy Miranda and Attendants Ricardo Solus Ric. What lucky Planet rul'd when I was born And mark'd me out a second Machiavell He Plotted but to gorge his vast ambition But I to satisfie Revenge and Love The Darling Passions of the Powers above What 's this a torn note expos'd to view I●e joyn the broken remnants close and may Puts it together and starts From every pei●● sprout up a Hydra's head To wound and quite destroy the Man I hate Ha! Confusion to my eyes what 's this I see The very Basis of my Plot o'rethrown The pin pluck'd out which mov'd my Study'd Engine My counterfitted Challenge here and torn What shou'd this mean Let me see Muses No Yes Nay it shall be so I 'le Counterplot the Coward And like the Toad suck poyson from each Verdant her● And spit it in Alberto's face Enter the Vice-Roy unattended V. R. Is there no friend will ease me of my doubts None to redeem me from this Maze of thoughts In which I 'm lost Ricardo thou seem'st Honest And can'st not without trouble see me thus Give me some means to rid me of this Torture Tho' ne're so harsh tho 't be a fatall Cord Or twist of roapy Venom for a Clue Ric. The fair Miranda has been at work for me And moulded him as if she 'd gag'd my wishes aside Credit me Sir your grief distracts my Soul And all my Friendship must give way to duty My weak imagination can't present A surer way to fathom his intents And punish 'em then quite to cast him down From that bright Heaven he once aspir'd to And bar all future claims unto your Daughter V. R. Friendship still softly pleads within thy breast Has not the Villain baulk't that punishment In leaving her and plagu'd me with his falshood This mildness in my Friend 's almost a Crime When Titius's Vulture or the rowling Stone Are nothing to the torments he deserves Were but my fears confirm'd by certain proof What Patron God shou'd guard him from my vengeance Tho' Thunder back't with lightning fenc'd him in And Charms as great as Circe's did protect him Nay Tho' bury'd from my rage as deep as Hell Yet wou'd I force the Lemnian Bulworks Scale The Flaming Wall 's then ransack all the world below To find him out and having found the Traytor Tear out his false disloyall treacherous heart And grind it into dust to heal my wounded honour Ric. This rage surprizes me I thought your Daughter Had fully satisfied and cured your Jealousy And nothing now remain'd but to revenge his Crimes V. R. By all that 's good she has heighten'd it Ricardo Her tameness has but wounded me the more Tho' I had offer'd all the world to bribe her She wou'd but tell me there was some mistake And speak the rest in tears Ric. 'T is wondrous strange That Duty urg'd her not when other women Can speak enough unbrib'd or uncommanded But I have happily found out a way T' untie this Gordian knot Vi. R. Speak to the purpose Ric. T' was Fate alone who pitti'd your concern And therefore in compassion found a Cure When you were gone I found this torn note Which put together spells a Challenge Read it With this back-blow I wound 'em both at once aside Vi. R. reads Altho' the fair Miranda loves you not Yet I 'le not bear a Rivall tho' unhappy Either renounce all title to her Love Or meet me single in the Parade At six this evening where I 'le expect you With your Sword to do me right and Satisfy the honour of th' enrag'd Antonio Ha! what shou'd this mean my wonder but encreases Still the more by this misterious Challenge How cou'd Alberto but in honour go When such a dangerous invitation call'd him Ric. Pardon me Sir my courage wou'd not blush To wave that Duell which my Love forbids And more your Highness orders put a bar to But here 's such treason hell ne're hatch'd a greater So black a Crime my Virtue shrinks to name V. R. It must be monstrous then if fear'd to name Ric. Monstrous indeed Alas you take this for Antonio's hand V. R. Antonio's yes why is it not Ric. By Heaven and Earth 't is mine as much as his V. R. Then there 's some horrid plot conceal'd in this Tell me the meaning good Ricardo and Gives Ricardo the Letter Construe these damn'd infernal Characters Ric. I think the words need no interpretation The meaning 's writ in plain downright Italian It seems he has not politicks enough For a dissembling false and treacherous Villain Sir this is but a Counterfeit of his With a pretence of fair Miranda●s falshood● To varnish or'e his own ingratitude V. R. 'T is so 't is plain ye Powers and must I Live To see my honours death to feel my blood Thus trampl'd on by an abandon'd Slave Ric. It works as I cou'd wish aside V. R. Sure there must be In young Antonio some grounds for this Some glimmering flas●es of a growing flame By all the Gods I 'le Crown his utmost wishes And date his nuptialls from Alberto's death O where has all my i●jur'd greatness slept In what dull Lethe has my pride been drown'd Rouze up my Slugger'd fury wake my rage Act such revenge shall fright the wondring Age Be like a Torre●t on Alberto hurl'd And like the Deluge to the Infant world Exit Ricardo Solus Ric. Thanks my kinde Stars ye Bawds unto my plot This rage will countenance Alberto's murder And make it seem an act of Loyallty But first I must expose this to the flames Then on to build the Fabrick I de●ign Mount Pelion upon Ossa bravely done Thus to ascend the Region of the Sun And see my glorious web by second Causes spun Finis Actus Primi ACT II. SCENE I. The Parade Enter Ricardo with Soldiers Ric. COme on Gentlemen you have your instructions and your reward twenty Florins a man 1. Soul We have and 't is enough for this same small piece of villany Why Sir we Souldiers for half so much wou'd kill our Fathers and Brothers and after that Ravish our Mothers and Sisters 2. Soul Ay ay Sir Ravishing's nothing with us 't is our dayly practise 1. Soul Why I 'le you Sir an● o' my conscience 't is true 2. Soul Conscience fellow Souldier Zounds what hast tho● to do with conscience 1 Soul Who I why nothing the Devill I think was in me for having such an unlucky thought How a plague came I to think o● Conscience that never had any such thing in all my life 2. Soul Zounds how I shou'd know that know not what it means 1. Soul Well certainly I am the

with all my blood To quench this raging fire in your breast By all the powers we serve you shall not pass Untill you tell the cause that moves you thus Ant. Insolent feeble thing stand not the blast Which dire Revenge is pouring on its prey pressing to go Ast. holds him Alb. No let him come for I 'me prepar'd to meet him Nor will I stir unless discharg'd by death Draws Untill I learn the Story of my Sisters fate Ast. His Sisters Fate what means my Brother Aside My Noble Lord give me to know his crime And with this arm I 'le further your revenge Ant. Oh Florimo thou dost renew my grief Is 't not a crime my Boy to kill a Sister So beauteous so divine oh my sad Soul That heaven has lost the mould it form'd her in And grieving at the matchless work it made In envy cropt her in her early bloom Ast. And is 't for this you 've griev'd since first I saw you Was 't for her you shed so many tears And follow now those showers with a storm Ant. Is there not Cause my Boy Ast. Oh my Charm'd Soul Keep still that love unless you 'de have me dye But follow not this false deluding Fire Which draws you to the ruine of your friend Your Mistriss is alive your words have rais'd her And look how in my habit she appears Ant. By heaven 't is she oh to my arms my Love Embraces her Yet closer in this circle let me grow Speak once again speak thou Charmer of my Soul Whilst all the Ravish'd Spheres shall cease their noise And listen unto thee Forgive me Heaven Who dar'd to call your Bounteous care in question But speak Dear Saint say what relenting God Has sav'd thee from those sacrilegious hands Which sought to ruine so divine a Fabrick Ast. O forbear thus to reproach your friend Some Villain has betray'd you to this rage I thought you false when so reserv'd to me And in this habit came to try my fate But since I 've found the error of my Jealousy Let me cement your seperated friendship And gain my pardon by restoring him Ant. Thy pardon Oh that word 's a dagger to me And makes me see the foulness of my crime A Crime for which my expiating tears Can never merrit pardon from Alberto How shall I dare to look on so much goodness Which I 've prophan'd with my unjust suspitions Alb. Your constancy in love has cancell'd all Ant. Is such Divinity then left on earth Shall these unhallow'd arms have leave t' embrace thee Alb. Thus let us quite forget our dire mistakes Embrace Ant. We will But I must ne're forgive these credulous ears Which listen'd to Ricardo's painted tale Oh! such a dismall Scheme of horrour he had drawn As stifl'd all consideration in me So that when e're a start of reason bar'd me The black Idea flew before my fancy And drove the murmuring vanquisht from my breast Alb But now my friend since the dire Vision 's fled Let us away and Court the Vice-Roys favour For by that happy instrument my man I 've gain'd a spell to Charm his Spanish rage Ant. I will but thou my Love retire and appear No more my Servant but the mistriss of my Soul Ast. This habit has befriended me so much That 't were ingratitude to throw it off Untill my joys compleat Enter Bernardo and Lopez Ber. This was a treacherous trick Lopez but I 'le forgive you if you 'l make good your promise Sir since it must be so I here stand ready to witness all that I have said Lop. Ay Sir the Devill and your Gold will help him out To Alb. ne're fear it tho' every word were false Alb. 'T is well but yet to gain the Vice-Roys credit 'T is requisite the Soldiers shou'd be there Art thou acquainted with them Bernardo Ber. As well as they are with their Trade of Murder Sir Alb. Go find 'em out and bring 'em to the Pallace Now Friend and Sister let us hast to Court And with enflam'd desires let 's all entreat The Guardian Powers of innocence above To punish Villany and smile on Love Exeunt Alb. Ant. Ast. at one door Lop. and Ber. at the other Enter Vice-Roy Ricardo and Atendants Scene The Pallace Ric. I beg you Sir dismiss these needless fears V. R. O' thou 'st undone me with they Loyalty Thou like a blasting-winde did'st rove about To seek a breath of pestilentiall air Which having found thou drov'st it not away But enviously scatter'd the death around And blew the dire contagion into me Mendoza's family is quite extinct The only Branch that 's left is withering And leaves the Sapless Oak to mourn its loss Ric. Not so my Lord a Virgins tears flow easy And naturall as tydes and like to them They 've all their ebbs Tho' she may mourn awhile Time and the grave will banish dea● Alberto And give admittance to another Lover V. R. But time and she will not be long ally'd A Winding-Sheet must be the geniall bed A Funerall-Dirge the Hymeneall Song And greedy Worms the only joyfull guests Had'st thou but seen how when I did approach her With rowling eyes she wander'd o're my Visage And learn't the story e're I was aware But when my foolish tongue explain'd my looks She stood all Pale and motionless as is a Marble Statue And with a silent glance reproacht my joy Strait starting as she were upon the wing She snatch'd a Dagger offering at her breast Which when our hasty zeal disarm'd her of Then came the storm her golden tresses torn Two different elements warr'd in her cheeks The air that swell'd 'em and the fire enflam'd 'em Whilst the obstinate strings above congeal'd and wanting ven● ●efus'd a drop to quench the eager flame Her breath too which before was calm and Spicy As is Arabia's gentle eastern breeze Which fanns and opens all the balmy sweets Now sends out nought but rage 'gainst the heavens Mingl'd with curses of her cruell Father Strait like the dying Portia she exclaim'd Altho' this fails there are a thousand ways to dye Kind Death will lend a dart to them that seek it Nor will his arrow suffer a repulse How'er vain man thinks he is arm'd against it Ric. Oh! how he stings me with his Eloquence His rage the hinge on which my fortune hangs Will be quite melted by this foolish mourning Aside My Lord you 'l give me leave to wonder that So mild a temper shou'd be thus enrag'd V. R. O' thou' rt a stranger to that fatall passion Does not the gentlest Stream when 't is oppos'd Break out into a rappid inundation Ric. But when the Cause is spent it fed upon 'T is hush't so may your Daughters sorrow too Go to her and try her Sir Duty will plead In my behalf and since Alberto's dead Urge her to accept the man whom you propose V. R. Ha! this to me again O'ye good Gods Is thy ambition swell'd