Selected quad for the lemma: england_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
england_n	john_n	lord_n	sir_n	20,088	5	6.7459	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A50090	The city-madam a comedie, as it was acted at the private house in Black Friers with great applause / written by Phillip Massinger, Gent.	Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640.; Pennycuicke, Andrew, b. 1620.	1659 (1659)	Wing M1047; ESTC R154	41,481	86

when you awake I 'le make a certain truth but I must be A doer not a promiser The performance Requiring host I kisse your hands and leave you Exit Luke Lord Are we all turn'd statues have his strange words charm'd us What muse you on Lady Lady Do not trouble me Lord Sleep you too young ones Anne Swift wing'd time till now Was never tedious to me Would 't were night Mary Nay morning rather Lord Can you grouud your faith On such impossibilities have you so soon Forgot your good Husband Lady Hee was a vanitie I must no more remember Lord Excellent You your kind Father Anne Such an Uncle never Was read of in Storie Lord Not one word in answer Of my demands Mary You are but a Lord and know My thoughts soar higher Lord Admirable I will leave you To your Castles in the Air when I relate this It will exceed belief but he must know it Exit Lord Stargaze Now I may boldly speak May it please you Madam To look upon your Vassal I foresaw this The Starrs assur'd it Lady I begin to feel My self another woman Stargaze Now you shall find All my predictions true and nobler matches Prepar'd for my young Ladies Milliscent Princely Husbands Anne I 'le go no lesse Mary Not a word more Provide my night-rayl Millisc. What shall we be to morrow Exeunt Actus tertius Scena tertia Enter Luke with a key Luke T Was no phantastick object but a truth A reall truth Nor dream I did not slumber And could wake ever with a brooding eye To gaze upon 't It did indure the touch I saw and felt it Yet what I beheld And handl'd oft did so transcend beleefe My wonder and astonishment pass'd ore I faintly could give credit to my senses Thou dumb magician that without a charm Did'st make my entrance easie to possesse What wise men wish and toyl for Hermes Moly Sybilla's golden bough the great Elixar Imagin'd onely by the Alchymist Compar'd with thee are shadows thou the substance And guardian of felicity No marvail My brother made thy place of rest his bosome Thou being the keeper of his heart a mistris To be hugg'd ever In by corners of This sacred room silver in bags heap'd up Like billets saw'd and ready for the fire Unworthy to hold fellowship with bright gold That flow'd about the room conceal'd it self There needs no artificiall light the splendor Makes a perpetuall day there night and darknesse By that still burning lamp for ever banish'd But when guided by that my eyes had made Discovery of the caskets and they open'd Each sparkling diamond from it self shot forth A pyram'd of flames and in the roof Fix it a glorious Star and made the place Heavens abstract or Epitome Rubies Saphires and ropes of Orient pearl these seen I could not But look on with contempt And yet I found What weak credulity could have no faith in A treasure far exceeding these Here lay A mannor bound fast in a skin of parchment The wax continuing hard the acres melting Here a sure deed of gift for a market town If not redeem'd this day which is not in The unthrists power There being scarce one shire In Wales or Englands where my moneys are not Lent out at usurie the certain hook To draw in more I am sublim'd grosse earth Supports me not I walk on ayr who 's there Theivs raise the street thievs Enter Lord Sir John Lacie and Plenty as Indians Lord What strange passion 's this Have you your eies do you know me Luke You my Lord I do but this retinue in these shapes too May well excuse my fears When 't is your pleasure That I should wait upon you give me leave To do it at your own house for I must tell you Things as they now are with me well consider'd I do not like such visitants Lord Yesterday When you had nothing praise your poverty for 't You could have sung secure before a thief But now you are grown rich doubts and suspitions And needless fears possess you Thank a good brother But let not this exalt you Luke A good brother Good in his conscience I confesse and wise In giving o're the world But his estate Which your Lordship may conceive great no way answers The general opinion Alas With a great charge I am left a poor man by him Lord A poor man say you Luke Poor compar'd with what 'T is thought I do possesse Some little land Fair houshold furniture a few good debts But empty bags I find yet I will be A faithful Steward to his wife and daughters And to the utmost of my power obey His will in all things Lord I 'le not argue with you Of his estate but bind you to performance Of his last request which is for testimony Of his religious charitie that you would Receive these Indians lately sent him from Virginia into your house and labour At any rate with the best of your endeavours Assisted by the aids of our Divines To make 'm Christians Luke Call you this my Lord Religious charitie to send Infidelle Like hungrie Locusts to devour the bread Should feed his family I neither can Nor will consent to 't Lord Do not slight it 't is With him a businesse of such consequence That should he onely hear 't is not embrac'd And chearfully in this his conscience aiming At the saving of three souls 't will draw him o're To see it himself accomplish'd Luke Heaven forbid I should divert him from his holy purpose To worldly cares again I rather will Sustain the burthen and with the converted Feast the converters who I know will prove The greater feeders Sir John Oh ha enewah Christ bully leika Plenty Enaula Lacy. Harrico botikia bonnery Luke Ha! In this heathen language How is it possible our Doctors should Hold conference with 'em or I use the means For their conversion Lord That shall be no hinderance To your good purposes They have liv'd long In the English Colonie and speak our language As their own Dialect the businesse does concern you Mine own designs command me hence Continue As in your poverty you were a pious And honest man Exit Luke That is interpreted A slave and begger Sir John You conceive it right There being no religion nor virtue But in abundance and no vice but want All deities serve Plutus Luke Oracle Sir John Temples rais'd to our selvs in the increase Of wealth and reputation speak a wiseman But sacrifice to an imagin'd power Of which we have no sense but in belief A superstitious fool Luke True worldly wisdom Sir John All knowledge else is folly Laoie. Now we are yours Be confident your better Angel is Enter'd your house Plenty There being nothing in The compasse of your wishes but shall end In their fruition to the full Sir John As yet You do not know us but when you understand The wonders we can do and what the ends were That brought us hither