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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
kingdom_n	france_n	king_n	naples_n	3,176	5	11.1742	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A01851	Poems. By Robert Gomersall	Gomersall, Robert, 1602-1646?; Cecil, Thomas, fl. 1630, engraver.; Gomersall, Robert, 1602-1646? Tragedie of Lodovick Sforza Duke of Millan.; Gomersall, Robert, 1602-1646? Levites revenge.	1633 (1633)	STC 11993; ESTC S103214	97,306	220

them in his merriment Were tilting valour I ne're knew a man Of larger worth could he but breake the rankes Of enemies aswell as he does speares Millan ne're saw a braver Generall But there 's his brother too Iul. I that 's the man Pic. T is wonder we can know so much of him He that can sound the depth of that sly braine Has a large plummet trust me Iulia An hundred Lawyers make up that one head And scarcely too quicke Proteus to him To this Cajazzo was an Ideot A plaine flat Ideot I tell thee man Meander never knew so many windings If as they say an Aemulation Is bred by likenesse I do wonder much How Sforza is induc'd to imploy him Who has more Devill in him then himselfe Iul. But why is this imployment why these Armes When all but Naples are our friends and they Not able now to shew themselves our foes Ingag'd and almost lost in the French warre Pic. Trickes Iuliano Statists call them Arts. Not to be fadom'd by a vulgar reach But though I want the villany to know Yet I have so much spleene to laugh at them And take a comfort in this plainer sense No subtilty can coozen Providence Scena secunda Ascanio Galeazzo Isabella Iulia. Asc. HOw rests the Prince Isab. O my good Lord he rests But 't is a quiet such as the Seas have When that the winds have spent their violence And out of impotence bestow a calme 'T is more a death then slumber you may see His senses rather weary then at rest Asc. Are then his fits so raging Isab. Nothing else Should he but wake you l think two Armies met And strove together for the loudest shout Disease has spred herselfe ore all his parts And onely spar'd his tongue as if some starre Not knowing otherwise to cleare itselfe From imputation of tyranny For such exact plaguing of Innocence Had left him that to curse withall that so To all that heard his fury he might seeme To be thus tortur'd for his Blasphemy Gal. Water some water Isab. Now the fit beginnes Gal. Some of my slaves runne and exhaust the Po Charge him no more to vent his idle streames Into the glutted Maine but rather poure All his moyst mouths on me d' ye stare begone Vse not your eyes at all unlesse to weepe And that not teares of sorrow but of helpe Such as may coole me Asc. Patience sweet Prince Adde not unto the fire of your disease The heat of passion Gal. What red thing is this Ha Isabella tell me Is. 'T is your vncle The noble Prince Ascanio Gal. 'T is false He is nor Prince nor noble hearke you friends He talkes of Passion and of Patience Let him discourse of Aetna or Vesuvius Or of a greater heat then I doe feele And I will answer him Patience to me Goe bid rough seas be patient As. He growes worse And opposition does inflame him more Me thinkes I see his eye-lids faintly strive Against Deaths closing Gal. O! my joynts are fire Why does not heav'n shed Cataracts and lowre Once to my comfort are they hot as I Have they no moysture for a Suppliant Thē though hot heav'n oppose whē once my breath Hath left this corps I le have a cold by death Mor Is. Heard you that grone my Lord ô he is dead Cracke then ye tardy heart strings quickly cracke And give me leave to over-take the flight Of my dead husband Asc. What is past our helpe Let it be past our griefe t is fortitude To suffer chances counterbuffes as one That by his expectation had deceiv'd All her faint threatnings till this sadder time Your life has had one constant scene of joy Which here is interrupted you should thanke The heav'ns because they were not tedious In their delights for this variety As hunger praiseth feasts so it may be You le love joy better for this misery Scena tertia Sforza Beatrice Sf. HOw covetous thou art to learne mishap Beatrice the answer kills thee Beat. Kill me then But not deny me Sf. Dearest I am lost And in my ruine thou Beat. I would be so Safety were ruine were it otherwise Yet tell me Sforza how are you so lost Sf. O what a busie torture woman is I must say somewhat but the maine is silence Vitellioes losse yes that hath lost me too No sooner kill'd then lost so strangely gone As if the dead had learnt a motion So to convey themselves unto the grave Beat. Will you be still vnkind Sf. Thou shalt heare all The French have cōquer'd Naples which drawes Blood from our soule without a drop of blood When thus we plotted it that when both Kings Had wearied out themselves with equal slaughter And here Alphonso totter'd and there Charles When losse had seiz'd the conqueror then we Would have amaz'd the conqueror afresh With new alarmes when by the flattery Of chance France gets a kingdom without blood And by dry victory has undone a plot Worth many Kingdomes I presum'd on this Naples had souldiers enough to last Killing a yeare in which space we resolv'd To arme all Italy against the French And cunningly drive out whom we call'd in Which ere we could accomplish is disclos'd And conqu'ring France intends to hinder it By our invasion ô my policy Must I be wounded with the sword I gave And find those enemies whom onely I Enabled to my injury well heav'n Your kindnesse is a miracle sometime Beyond all reason but your curse is wit Enter Ascan. My fault is my faults punisher Asc. Long life And happy to our Duke Sf. How my Ascanio Recall thy selfe good Cardinall what Duke Whilst Galeazzo lives Asc. Most truly Duke Sf. For Galeazzo's dead Alas poore child I could have wish'd thee longer life but since Heav'ns will is otherwise t were blasphemy To storme at that which is the will of heav'n I hate that impotent rebellion Enter Sansev Sans. My Lord so crosse was Fortune that you were Made almost banqu'rout by a too much thrift For whē you had discharg'd those numerous troops Whose charges lay as hard upon the State As an invasion could then Orleance mov'd And stole Navarra which disastrous newes So heated the remainder of your troopes As if you had added to their valour more When you abated from their multitudes That by a nimble victory they made His conquest be his prison Sf. Noble friend Stand thou and our State stands ô why doe men Cry out on Age on eating Age as though Our many griefes were from our many yeares And the last times were worst we rather find That nothing is so dangerous to Kings As a yong Principality for t is With them almost as with yong plants which yeeld Vnto the least intreaty of the wind And need no stronger blast but gaining Age Scarce stoope to thunder may we once arise Vnto this happy firmenesse of estate This blest maturity of Prince we stand Fearelesse of fall but if heaven envy us And