Selected quad for the lemma: heaven_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heaven_n	light_n	lord_n	praise_v	2,749	5	10.0376	5	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A94842	The distracted state, a tragedy. / Written in the yeer, 1641. By J.T. Gent.	Tatham, John, fl. 1632-1664.	1651 (1651)	Wing T219; Thomason E618_5; ESTC R203745	32,014	39

Agath A blest beginning Archi. We will have the burthen The Kingdome now groanes under by the Souldierly Be taken off Archb. The Gods will dwell amongst us Archi. My Lords I shall endeavour to reduce This rude and discomposed Soile into A Tempe of Delight where sweet Harmonia Shall be the onely Queen Harm It will become me To be but then your Servant Archi. Sweet thou knowst I am beneath thy Courtship and the interest I have in thee is holy Archb. May you flourish Together like the Plants the Sun gives life to Clean. Will your Highness Think on Antanter Arch. Oh his Modesty Works much upon us we could chide our self In that we have abus'd it by neglect Of his so just and reasonable a sute As for the other his Competitor A black Cloud of Debauchness and leud Vices Ecclips his Valour and gives us Occasion To looke upon Antanter as more worthy Of such a Charge whose Virtue is our Warrant Kings in bestowing Favours should bee nice And rather punish than Encourage Vice Exeunt Enter Cleander Adulanter Clean. Adulanter Adul My Lord. Clean. Wilt tell me one thing and bee just Adula Rip up my heart my Lord if I dissemble Clean. How stands thy affection to this King Adul As clear as Cleand. Mine is not be free I love thee And thou hast found I do Adul I have indeed I ow my life unto you you may take it For that 's the thing you aim at Clean. Th' art deceiv'd 'T will benefit me nothing come I know Thou canst not love him thou hast lost a Master As far beyond him as pure Substance is Beyond Corruptible and though he did Me some ill offices his Memory is Still dear unto me Adul Oh my Lord my Lord. Clean. By all the Gods I lie not and to be More plain with thee I could wish Archias Were ready for the Earth Adul If that your Lordship Be reall I would it were no worse Clean. If he were dead my Daughter I would Govern And thou shouldst govern me Adul Oh fie my Lord. Clean. I do protest wee would divide the Kingdome Betwixt us she poor thing would think it happiness Enough for her to eat sit and be quiet Whereas the Mannaging of high affairs Should passe through us through us Adulanter Adul Hum hum Clean. Whose knee dares own a stiffeness whose Obeysance To Adulanter dare be wanting when Thou Frown'st who dares but trembble Adul When such a thing shall come to pass quoth a Cleand. Do'st make a question on 't when now it lies Within thy power to Compass Adul How in mine Clean. Art thou not my by meanes rais'd neer his Person One of the Bed-chamber how easie 't is To cut is throat Adul The sight of my own blood Has ever bin a Terror to me Clean. True That 's Naturall and yet no Courage wanting To draw a Sea of blood from any other The Colour is most precious for the sight And sweetly Cordiall to the Man that tasts it Adul Nay I confess I 'd rather see of th' two Anothers blood than mine Clean. 'T is justly spoken Would'st thou be King alone Adul Hum I care not much Clean. Thou shalt be so be but thy self and shew Thy Courage in this Enterprise I 'l Marry Thee to my Daughter Adul Shee 's a pretty thing By Heaven I shall be damn'd for her Clean. I 'd rather Thou should'st possess her than the Fool that has her And I thy fellow servant once will then Become thy humblest servant truly faithfull Adul You puffe me up Sir tell me how I shall Contain my self Clean. Not within any limit Less than a Kingdom Adul How shall I obtain it Clean. Why as you 'd kiss your hand to kill the King It is but making the Guard Drunk or so Adul And I 'm as good at that as any living My Lord I will be drunk too boot for then I have most Courage Clea. Back'd with Night and silence You cannot want it when you have done the Deed Strike towards the Back stairs there I will wait you And Shelter you a while 'till the bright Morn Salutes your happiness Adul My Lord 't is done I am as Mad as a March hare upon 't Methinks I have him here and there allready You will hear more to morrow Exit Clean. Silly Ass That only art imploid to carry me Unto my bliss thy self unto destruction Hee 's held an Animall has no Deceit In these times to make his own Fortunes Great Exit Enter Archias Harmonia Archbishop and Attendants Archbi Heaven and good Angels guard you both Exit Archbi Arc. Good rest To you my Lord. Exeunt Archias Harmonia 1 Guard Lights for the Lord Archbishop Enter Adulanter Adul Did the King call for me 2 Guard Not in our hearing Adul Come prais'd be Heaven there is no danger lurking what need we wait 't is better for the state of our bodies to fall down into the Wine seller and there bid defiance to the Devill and all 's works Guard A Match a match Exeunt Enter Agathocles Epecides and Attendants Epeci. The Mask did keep the King up longer than His usuall time Agath It was a handsome thing And well perform'd all happiness wait on you Exit Epec. Peace keep with your thoughts my Lord Good night Attend. Lights there Exeunt Enter Adulanter Adula I have encountred with most of the Wines In the Kings Seller to beget me Courage Yet I 'm as Cold to 't as a Cowcumer I was not made for fighting one loud snort Destroyes me and my Enterprise 'T is Dark As is the Act I go about were 't light I should not have the heart to kill a Pig I must turn on my left hand when 't is done To the back stairs where there is a Trap-door That will receive me I do not like These backward doings pray Heaven I be not Transported so with fear I do mistake My right hand for my left and so be trapt pulls by the hangings I cannot say in sober sadness but with your leave Sir Hee 's fast yet dreams not on 't now that one blow May do 't I dare not stand the second Kiss Harmonia and runs to the Trap door where he fals and breaks his neck Harm Oh oh oh Arch. What disturbs thee sweet speak to me Oh her breasts are cold as snow-balls She grows stiffe Lights there wher 's our Guard No Attendants not one Man Enter Agathocles Epecides in their Night-gowns and Lights Hear me are you all Arch. rises Agath The King 's disturb'd Epeci. How fares your Highness Arch. Bring your lights this way Ah! The Bed swims in a Sea of Blood Harmonia Enter Cleander Epeci. The Queen is Murther'd Clean. The King Murther'd how Arch. Look here Cleander her 's a sight my Senses Wander I know not whither Clean How my Daughter Harmonia the Essence of my life Servant Agath Can no man find the Murth'rer wher 's the Guard Serv. Dead drunk in th' Wine-seller Clean.