Linguistic DNA - Concept Modelling Demonstrator

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
kingdom_n	king_n	lord_n	sceptre_n	2,040	5	10.9794	5	false

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19755	The bloodie banquet A tragedie. By T.D.	T. D.; Drue, Thomas, fl. 1616-1653, attributed name.; Barker, Thomas, fl. 1620, attributed name.; Davenport, Robert, fl. 1623, attributed name.; Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632, attributed name.; Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627, attributed name.	1639 (1639)	STC 6181; ESTC S109199	32,489	60

THE BLOODIE BANQVET A TRAGEDIE Hector adest secumque Deos in proelia ducit Nos haec novimus esse nihil BY T. D. LONDON Printed by Thomas Cotes 1639 Drammatis Personae The King of Lydia Tymethes his Sonne Lapirus his Nephew The King of Lycia Zantippus his Sonne Eurimone his Daughter Armatrites King of Cilicia Zenarchus his Sonne Amphridote his Daughter His Young Queene Her Mayd Mazeres his Favorite Roxona the young Queenes Keeper Fidelio Two faithfull Servants to the Lydian King Amorpho Two faithfull Servants to the Lydian King Sextorio Two unfaithfull Servants of his Lodovicus Two unfaithfull Servants of his The Old Queene of Lydia Her two little Children Chorus The Clowne Two Shepheards 4. Servants Souldiers THE BLOODY BANQVET A TRAGEDIE INDVCTIO Enter Florish AT one doore the old King of Lydia Tymethes his Sonne Lapyrus his Nephew and Souldiers At the other the old King of Lycia Zantippus his Son Eurymone his Daughter and Souldiers The two Kings parley and change hostages for peace Lapyrus is given to the Lycian and Zantippus to the Lydian The Lycian seemes to offer his daughter Eurymone to Lapyrus to fall from his Vncle and joyne with him he accepts her drawing his sword against his Country and Vncle. The Lydian sends his sonne Tymethes for ayd he enters againe with Armatrites King of Cilicia Zenarchus his sonne and Mazeres a young Prince the Cilician Kings follower All they draw against the Lycians party whereat they all vith Lapyrus flye the two other Kings pursuing them Then enter the old Queene of Lydia flying from her Nephew Lapyrus with two Babes in her armes he pursuing her with his drawne sword Enter Chorus After the waste of many thousand wounds Given and receiv'd alike in seaven set battaileÌ„s Lydia's old King upon conditions sign'd For Peace and truce enter'd on feigned league With his fierce enemy the Lycian King Gave him in Hostage as his pledge of faith His Nephew Lord Lapyrus and receiv'd Noble Zantippus from the Lycian To make the contract full and honourable This Lord Lapyrus entertain'd and wellcom'd But chiefely by the faire Eurymone The Kings sole daughter who unto Lapyrus Offers her as his Bride so he would turne A Traytor to his Country and his King Lapyrus to obtaine the beautious mayd Turnes Traytor to his King and joynes his forceÌ„ Vnto his faire loves Fathers Lycia's Kings Th' old King of Lydia being so beset By his owne Nephews unexpected trecheÌ„ries Sent forth his sonne Tymethes to crave ayd From Armatrites King of great Cilicia Which he obtain'd in a disastrous houre As the event will witnesse In this trouble The frighted Queene with her two Infants fled Into a Forrest fearing the sad ruine Hourely expected untill Armatrites With a fresh Army forc'd Lapyrus flye And sav'd the King doom'd for worse treachery What followes shewes it selfe t is our full due If we with labour give content to you Exit Act. 1. Scene 1. Enter The two Kings of Lydia and Cilicia Zenarchus sonne to the Cilician Tymethes sonne to the Lydian Mazeres Fidelio Amorpho Sextorio Lodovicus when they come unto the Throne the Tyrant of Cilicia puts by the old King and ascends alone all snatch out their swords Mazeres crownes him the old King and Tymethes stand amazed Florish Arm. Speranza Omn. Long live Armatrites King of Lydia King How Arm. Art thou amaz'd old King and all thy people Mutually labouring in a fit of wonder Start from those paleÌ„ dreames we will prove all true Who wins the day the brightnesse is his due King King of Cilicia Arm. I and Lydia now Bate us not our Titles we and ours Have sweate and dearely earn'd them in our flesh King It savors not of noblenesse nor vertue Religion loyalty heaven or natures lawes So most perfidiously to enter Tyrant Where was expected honesty and honour Assistance from a friend not a dissembler A Royall neighbour and no politique foe What worse than this could th' enemy performe And when shines friendship best but in a storme Arm. Why doating Lydia is it of no vertue To bring our Army hither and put in venture Our person and their lives upon our foes Wasting our courage weakning our best forces Impoverishing the heart of our munition And having wonne the honour of the battaile To throw our glory on unworthy spirits And so unload victories honey thighes To let Droanes seede King Will nothing satisfie but all Arm. Without all nothing The Kingdome and not under suites our blood Flyes ate are not Eagles preyes nor thankes our food And for Cilicia our other spheare Our sonne Zenarchus let thy beames move there Zen. Rather my Lord let me move pitty here Vnto that reverend fate-afflicted King For whom with his disconsolate sonne my friend And plighted Brother I here kneele as Sutor Oh my most Noble Father still retaine The seale of honour and religion A Kingdome rightly possessed by course Containes more joy than is usurpt by force Arm. The Boy hath almost chang'd us Maz. He cooles my Lord remember you are possess'd Arm. What with the Devill Max. The Devill the Dukedome the Kingdome Lydia All pant under your Scepter the sway 's yours Be not bought out with words a Kingdome 's deare Kisse fortune keepe your minde and keepe your state Y' are laught at if you prove compassionate Arm. Thankes to Mazeres he hath refresht our spirits Zenarchus 't is thy death if thou proceede Thy words we threate rise silent or else bleed King Who can expect but blood where Tyrants governe Arm. We are not yet so cruell to thy fortune As was Lapyrus thy owne Nephew trecherous That stole upon thy life beseig'd thee basely And had betray'd thee to thine enemies anger Had we not beate his strength to his owne throate And made him shrinke before us all can tell In him t was monstrous t is in us but well A tricke of warre advantage policy nay rather recompence There 's more deceite in peace t is common there T' unfold young heires the old may well stand bare You have your life be thankefull and t is more Than your perfidious Nephew would consent to Had he surpriz'd you first your fate is cast The sooner you be gone 't will prove the safer Kin. On thee Lapyrus and thy treacheries fall The heavie burthen of an old mans curse Fid. Your Queene with her two Infants fled the Citty Affrighted at this treason and new warres Kin. Newes of more sadnesses than the Kingdomes losse She fled upon her houre for had she stayd Sh' had either dyed beene banish'd or betrayd I have some servants here Arma. All these my Lord Kin. All these not all you did forget I am not worth the flattering I am doneÌ„ Old and at set honour the rising Sunne If any for love serve me which is he Now let him shame the world and follow me Fid. That 's I my Lord Amor. And I Kin. What two of you Let it be enrould Two follow a King when he

blazing starre appeares Enter Tyrant Tyr. Ha thunder and thou marrow melting blast Quicke winged lightning and thou blazing starre I like not thy prodigious bearded fire Thy beames are fatall ha behold the Influence Of all their malice in my childrens mines Their states malignant powers have envyde And for some hast strucke with their envies dy'd T is omenous within there Enter Sertorio and Lodovico Lod. Here my Lord Tyr. Conveigh those bodies a while from my fight Ser. Both dead my Lord Tyr. Yes and we safe our death we neeÌ„d lesse feareÌ„ Vsurpers issue oft proves dangerous We depose others and they poyson us I have found it on Records t is better thus Enter the Old King Lapirus Fidelio Amorpho all disguised like Pilgrims Lap. My Lord this Castle is but slightly guarded King T is as I hop'd and wish'd now blesse us heaven What horrid and inhumaine spectacle Is yonder that presents it selfe to sight Fid. It seemes three quarters of a man hung up Kin. What Tiranny hath beene exercis'd of late I dare not venture on Amo. Feare not my Lord our habits give us safety Lap. Behold the Tyrant maketh toward us Tyr. Holy and reverent Pilgrims welcome Kin. Bold strangers by the Tempest beaten in Tyr. Most welcome still wee are but stewards for such guests as you What we possesse is yours to your wants due We are onely rich for your necessities King A generous free aad charitable minde Keepes in thy bosome to poore Pilgrims kinde Tyr. T is time of day to dine my friends Sertorio Enter Sertorio Ser. My Lord Tyr. Our food Ser. T is ready for your highnesse Loud Musicke A banquet brought in and by it a small Table for the Queene Tyr. Sit pray sit religious men right welcome Vnto our Cates Grave sir I have observ'd You waste the vertue of your serious eye Too much on such a worthlesse objects as that is A Traytor when he liv'd call'd that his flesh Let hang here 's to you we are the oldest here Round let it goe feÌ„ede if you like your cheere Enter Sertorio Ser. My Lord Tyr. How now Ser. Ready my Lord Tyr. Sit merry Exit King Where ere I looke these limbes areÌ„ in mine eye Lap. Some wretch on whom he wrought his Tyranny Fid. Hard was his fate to light into his mercy Amorp. Peace he comes Soft Musicke Enter the Tyrant with the Queene her haire loose she makes a Curtsie to the Table Sertorio brings in the flesh with a skull all bloody they all wonder Tyr. I perceive strangers more desire to see An object than the fare before them set But since your eyes are serious Suitors growne I will discourse what 's seene shall now be knowne King Your bounty every way conquers poore strangers Tyr. You Creature whom your eyes so often visit Held mighty sway over our powers and thoughts Indeed we were all hers Besides her graces there were all perfections Vnlesse she speakes no musicke till her wishes Brought forth a monster a detested issue Poysoning the thoughts I held of her The Old King sends forth Amorpho She did from her owne ardour undergoe Adulterous basenesse with my professed foe Her lust strangely betray'd I ready to surprize them Set on fire by the abuse I found his life Cunningly shifted by her owne deare hand And far enough convey'd from my revenge Vnnaturally she first abus'd my heart And then prevented my revenge by Art Yet there I left not though his trunke were cold My wrath was flaming and I exercis'd New vengeance on his carcase and gave charge The body should be quarter'd and hung up t was doneÌ„ This as a pennance I enjoyn'd her to To taste no other sustenance no nor dares Till her loves body be consum'd in hers Kin. The sinne was great so is the pennance greivous Tyr. Our vow is sign'd Kin. And was he Lydian borne Tyr. He was no lesse sonne to mine Enemie A banisht King Tymethes was his name Kin. Oh me my sonne Tymethes Lap. Passion may spoyle us sir we oft have heard Of that old King his father and that justly This Kingdome was by right due to his sway Tyr. It was I thinke it was till we call'd in By pollicy and force deceiv'd his confidence Shew'd him a tricke of warre and turn'd him out Kin. Sinnes boast is worse than sinne Enter Fidelio Fid. All 's sure the guards are seiz'd on Lap. Good Fid. The PassageÌ„ strongly guarded Tyr. Holy sir what 's he Lap. Our brother a poore Pilgrime that gives notice Of a Religious father that attends To beare us company in our Pilgrimage Tyr. Oh ho t is good t is very good Kin. Alas poore Lady it makes mee weepe to see what food she eates I know your mercy will remit this pennance Tyr. Never our vow 's irrevocable never The Letcher must be swallowed rib by rib His flesh is sweete it melts and goes downe merrily They discover themselves Ha what areÌ„ these Lap. Speranza Tyr. Ha King Villaine this minute looses thee thou Tyrant Tyr. Pilgrims weare armes the old King and Lapirus Betrayd confounded oh I must dye forsworne Breake vow bleed Whore there is my jealousie flowneÌ„ He kils his Queene Oh happie man t is more revenge to me Then all your aymes I have kill'd my jealousie I have nothing now to care for more than hell 'T had beene if you had strucke me ere she fell I had left her to your lust the thought is bitternesse But she first falne ha ha ha King Dye cruell murtherous Tyrant They all discharge at him Tyr. So laugh away this breath My lust was nere more pleasing than my death Dyes Lap. As full possest as ever and as rich In Subjects hearts and voyces we present thee The compleat sway of this usurped Kingdome Kin. I am so borne betwixt the violent streames Of Ioy and passion I forget my state To all our thankes and favours and what more We are in debt to all your free consent We will discharge in happie governement Enter the Old Queene disguised a Boy with her Que. The peacefull'st reigne that ever Prince enjoy'd Kin. Already a Petition suitors begin betimes We are scarce warme in our good fortune yet what are you Que. Vnworthiest of all the joyes this houre brings forth She discovers Kin. Our dearest Queene Que. Your poore distressed Queene Kin. Oh let me light upon that constant brest And kisse thee till my soule melt on thy lips Our Joyes were perfect stood Tymethes there We are old this Kingdome wants a hopefull heire Que. Your joyes are perfect though he stand not there And your wish blest behold a hopefull heire Stand not amaz'd 't is Manophes Kin. How just the Gods are who in their due time Returne what they tooke from us Que. Happy houre Heaven hath not taken all our happinesse For though your elder met ill fate good heaven Hath thus preserv'd your yonger for your heire Kin. Prepare those limbes for honourable buriall And noble Nephew all your ill is lost In your late new borne goodnesse which we 'le reward No storme of fate so fierce but time destroyes And beates backe miserie with a peale of Joyes Exeunt omnes FINIS

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