Linguistic DNA - Concept Modelling Demonstrator

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
head_n	arm_n	belly_n	leg_n	2,979	5	10.3355	5	false

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A27179	The beggars bush written by Francis Beavmont and John Fletcher.	Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.; Beaumont, Francis, 1584-1616.; Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640.	1661 (1661)	Wing B1583; ESTC R6179	42,598	40

Places revenues offices as forfeit Call in your crutches wooden legs falâ—e bellies Forc'd eyes and teeth with your dead arms nor leave you A durty clout to beg with o' your heads Or an old rag with Butter Frankinsence Brimstone and Rozâ—n birdlime blood and cream To make you an old sore not so much sope As you may fâ—me with i'â—h ' faâ—ling-sickness The very bag you beaâ— and the brown dish Shall be escheated Alâ— your daintiâ—st dells too I will deflowr and take your dearest Doxyâ—s From your warm sides and then some one cold night I 'le watch you what old barn you go to roost in And there I 'le smother you all i'â—h ' musty hay Hig. This is tyrant-like indeed But what would Gynkes Or Clause be here if either of them should reign Ger. Best ask an ass if he were made a Cammel What he would beâ— or a dog and he were a Lion Gynks I care not what you are Sirs I shall be A beggar still I am sure find my self there Enter Florez Snap O here a Judge comes Hig. Cry a Judge a Judge Flo. What ail you Sirs what means this out-cry Hig. Master A sort of poor souls met Gods fools good Master Have had some little variance amongst our selves Who should be honestest of us and which lives Uprightest in his call Now 'cause we thought We ne're sâ—ould gree on 't our selves because Indeed 't is hard to say we all dissolv'd to put it To whom that should come next and that 's you Mastership Who I hope will teâ—mine it as your mind servâ—s you Right and no otherwise we ask it which Which does your Worship think is he sweet Mâ—ster Look â—ver us all and tell us we are seven of us Like to the seven wise Masters or the Planets Flo. I should judge this man with the grave beard And iâ— he be not Ger. Bless you good Master bless you Flo. I would he were There 's something too amongst you To keep you all honest Exit Snap King of heaven go with you Omn. Now good reward him May he never want it to comfort still the poor in a good hour Fer. What is 't see Snap has got it Snap A good crown marry Prig. A crown of gold Fer. For our new King good luck Gynks To the common treasury with it if 't be gold Thither it must Prig. Spoke like a Patriot Ferret King Clause I bid God save thee first first Clause After this golden token of a crown Where 's Oratour Higgen with his gratulating speech now In all our names Fer. Here he is pumping for it Gyn. H' has câ—ugh'd the second time 't is but once more And then it comes Fer. So out with all expect now Hig. Thou that arâ— chosen venerablâ— Clause Our King and Sovereign Monarch o' th' Maunders Thus we throw up our Nâ—b-câ—eats first for joy And then our filches last we clap our fambles Three subject signs we do it without envy For who is he here did not wish thee chosen Now thou art chosen ask 'em all will say â—o Nay sweaâ—'t ' â—is for the King but let that pass When last in conference at the bouzing ken This other day we sate about our dead Prince Of famous memory rest go with his rags And that I saw thee at the tables end Rise mov'd and gravely leaning on one Crutch Lift the other like a Scepter at my head I then presag'd thou shortly wouldst be King And now thou art so but what need presage To us that might have read it in thy beard As well as he that chose thee by that beard Thou wert found out and mark'd for Soveraignty O happy beard but happier Prince whose beard Was â—o remark'd as marked out our Prince Not bating us a hair Lâ—ng may it grow Aâ—d thick â—nd fair that who lives under it May live as safe as undeâ— Beggars Bush Of which this is the thing â—hat buâ—â—â—â—ype Omn. Excellenâ— â—xcâ—llâ—nt O ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ good Higgen Give him leave to sâ—it the â—in well â—pâ—ken Hiâ—gen Hig â—is is the beard the bâ—sh or bâ—shybâ—arâ— Under whose â—â—ld and silver â—â—ign 't was said So many Ages since we all should smile On impositions taxes grievances Knots in a State and whips unto a Subject Lye lurking in this beard but all hem'd out If now the beard be such what is the Prince That owes the beard a father no a grandfather Nay the great-grandfather of you his people He will not force away your hens your bacon When you have ventâ—r'd hard for 't nor take from you The fattest of your puddings under him Each man shall eat his own stoln eggs and butter In his own shade or sun-shine and enjoy His own dear Deâ—l Doxy or Mort at night In his own straw with his own shirt or sheer That he hath filtch'd that day I and possess What he can puâ—chase back or belly cheats To his own prâ—p he will have no purveyors For Pigs and Poultry Ger. That we must have my learned Oratour It is our will and every man to keep In his own path and circuit Hig. Do you hear You must hereafter maund on your own pads he saies Ger. And what they get there is their own besides To give good words Hig. Do you mark to cut bene whids That is the second Law Ger. And keep afoot The humble and the common phrase of begging Lest meâ— discover us Hig. Yes and cry someâ—imes To move compassion Sir there is a table That doth câ—mmand all these things and enjoyâ—s 'em Be perfect in their crutches their fain'd pâ—aisters And thâ—ir true pass-ports with the ways to stammer And to be dumb and deaâ— and blind and lame Thâ—re all â—he halting paces are set down I' th' learned language Ger. Thither I refer them Those you at leasure shall inteâ—pret to them We love no heaps of Laws where few will serve Omn. O gracious Prince 'save 'save the good King Clause Hig. A Song to crown him Fer. Sâ—t a Centinel out first Sn. The word Hig A Cove comes and fumbumbis to it Strike The Song CAst our caps and cares away this is beggars Holy-â—ay At the Crowning of our King thus we ever dance and sing In the world look out and see where so happy a Prince as he Where the Nation live so free and so merry as do we Be it peace or be it war here at liberty we are And enjoy our ease and rest to the field we are not prest Nor are called into the Town to be troubled with the Gown Hang all Offices we cry anâ— the Magistrate toâ— by When the subâ—iâ—ie's increast we are not a penny ceast Nor will any go to law with the Bâ—gâ—ar for a straw All which happiness he brags he doth owâ— unto his rags Enter Snap Hubert Hemskirk Snap A Cove Fumbumbis Prig. To your postures arm Hub. Yonder 's the Town I see it Hemsk. There 's our danger Indeed afore us if our shaddows save not Hig. Bless your good

oath never to discover you Who dying left his name and wealth unto you As his reputed Son and yet received so But now as Florez and â— Prince remember The countries and the subjects generall good Must challenge the first part in your affecâ—ion The fair maid whom you chose to be your wife Bâ—ing so far beâ—eath you thaâ— yâ—ur love Mâ—â—t grâ—nt ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ not your equall Flo. In discâ—nt Or borrowed gloâ—iâ—s from dead Ancestoâ—s But â—or her bâ—autie chastitie anâ— all vertues Ever remembreâ— in the best of women A Mâ—naâ—ch might râ—ceive â—rom hâ—r not give Though she were â—is Crowns purchase In this only Be â—n indulgent Father in aâ—l â—lse Uâ—e my authority Enter Hubert â—emskirk Woolfort Bertha and Souldiers Hub. Sâ—r hâ—re be two of 'em The Father and the Sonne the rest you shall have Aâ—â—ast as I can rouze them Ger. Who 's this Woolfort Wool I criple your faigned cruâ—ches will not heâ—p you Nor patch'd disguise that hath so long conceal'd you Iâ—'s now no halting I must here find Gerrard And in this Merchants hâ—bit one called Florez Who would be an Earl Ger. And is wert thou a subject Flo. Is this that Traitor Woolfort Wolf Yes but you Are they that are betraid Hemskirk Ber. My Goswin Turn'd Prince O I am poorer by this greatness Then all my former jealousies or misfortunes Flo. Gertrude Woolf. Stay Sir you were to day too near her You must no more ayme at those easie acceâ—ses Less you can do 't in aire without a head Which shall be sodainly try'de Ber. O take my heart first And since I cannot hope now to enjoy him Let me but fall a part of his glad ransome Woolf. You know not your own value that entreat Ger. So proud a fâ—end as Woolfort Woolf. For so lost A thing as Florez Flo. And that would be so Rather then she should stoop again to thee There is no death but 's sweeter then all life When Woolfort is to give it O my Gertrude It is nâ—t that no Pâ—incedom that I go from Iâ— is from thee that losse includeth aâ—l Wool I if my young prince knew his loss he would say so Which that he yet may chew on I will tell him This is no Gertrude nor no Hemskirkes Nâ—ece Nor Vandoncks daughter this is Bertha Bâ—rtha The heir â—f Bâ—abant â—he that caus'd the warre Whâ—m I did steale during my treaty there For your minority to raise my selfe I then forâ—seeing 't would beget a quarrell That a necessity of my employment The same employment make me master of strength That strength the Lord of Flanders so of Brabant By marrying her â—si which had not been to do She come of yeâ—rs but that the expectation First of her Fatheâ—s death retarded it And sâ—nce the standing out of Bruges where Hemskirk had hid her till she was nâ—er lost But Sir we have recover'd her your Mâ—rchantship May break for this was one of your best bâ—â—tomes I think Ger. Insolent Devill Enter Hubert with Iaqueline Gynks and Costin Woolf. Who are these Hemskirke Hem. More more Sir Flo. How they triumph in their treachery Hem. Lord Arnold of Benthusin this Lord Costin This Iaqueline the sister unto Florez Woolf. All found why here 's brave game this was sport-royall And puts me in thought of a new kind of death for ' em Huntsman your horn first wind me Florez fall Next Gerrards then his daughter Iaquelins Those rascals they shall dye without their rights Hang 'em Hemskirk on these trees I 'le take The assay of these my selfe Hub. Not here my Lord Let 'em be broken up upâ—n a scaffold 'T wil shew the better when their arbouâ—'s made Ger. Wretch art thou not contâ—nt thou hâ—st betraid uâ— But mock us too Gynks False Hubert this is monstrous Woolf. Hubert Hem. Who this Ger. Yes this is Hubert Woolfort I hope he ha's helpt himself to a tree Woolf. The first The first of any and most glad I have you Sir I lâ—t you go before bâ—t for a train Iâ—'t you have done tâ—is service Hub. As your Hâ—ntsman But now as Hubert save your selves I will The Woolf 's a foot let slip kill kill kill kilâ— Enter with a druâ— Vâ—n-doâ—ck Merchants Higgen Prig Ferret Snâ—p Woolf. Betray'd Hub. No but well catch'd I the Huntsman Van-d. How do you Woolfort Rascall good knave Woolfort I speak it now without the Rose and Hemskirk Rogue Hemskirk you that have no niece this Lady Was â—tolne by you and tane by you and now Resign'd by me to the right owner here Take her my Pâ—ince Flo. Can this be pâ—ssible Welcome my love my â—weet my worthy love Van-d. I ha' giv'n you her twice now keep her better and thank Lord Hubert that came to me in Gerrards name And got me out with my brave boys to march Like Caesar when he bred his Commentaries So I to end my Chronicle came sorth Caesar Van-donck veni vidi vici Give me my Bottle and set down the drum You had your tricks Sir had you we ha' tricks too You stole the Lady Hig. And we led your Squadrons Where they ha' scratc'ht their legges a little with brambles If not their faces Prig. Yes and run their heads Against â—reâ—s Hig. 'T is Captain Prig Sir Prig. And Coronell Higgen Hig. We fiâ—l'd a pit with your people some with legges Sâ—me with aâ—mes broken and a neck or two I think be lâ—oâ—e Prig. The rest too that escap'd Are noâ— yet out of the briars Hig. And yâ—ur hoâ—ses Sir Are wâ—ll set up in Bruges all by this time You loâ—k as you were noâ— well Sir and would be Shortly let blood do you wanâ— a scarfâ— Vand-d A halter Ger. 'T was like your self honest and noble Hubert Caâ—'st thou behold these mirrors altogethâ—r Of thy longâ— false and bloody usurpation Thy tyrannous proscription and frâ—sh treason And not so see thy self as to faâ—l down Aâ—d sinking force a grave wiâ—h thine own guilt As deep as helâ— â—o cover thee and iâ— Woolf. No I can stand and praise the toyles that took me And laughing in them dye they were brave snares Flo. ' Twâ—re truer valour if thou durst repent The wrongs th' hast done and live Woolf. Who I repent And say I am sorry yes 't is the fools language And noâ— for Woolfort Vandâ—d Woolfort thou art a â—ivell And speakst his â—anguage oh that I had my longing Under this row of trees now would I hang him Flo. No let him live untill â—e can repent But banish'd from our State that is thy doom Vanâ—d Then haâ—g his worthy Captain here this Hemskirk For profit of th' example Flo. No let him Enjoy his shame too with his conscious life To shew how much our innocence contemns All practice from the guiâ—tiest to molest us Van-d. A noble Prince Ger. Sir you must help to joyn A pair of hands as they have done their hearts here And to their loves with joy Flo. As to mine own My gracious

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