Selected quad for the lemma: land_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
land_n	manor_n	meadow_n	pasture_n	1,600	5	9.7852	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A70576	The Muse of New-market, or, Mirth and drollery being three farces acted before the King and court at New-market : viz. The merry milkmaid of Islington, or, The rambling gallants defeated : Love lost in the dark, or, The drunken couple : The politick whore, or, The conceited cuckhold.	Nabbes, Thomas, 1605?-1645? Tottenham Court.	1680 (1680)	Wing M1869; Wing M3139; ESTC R13320	49,285	70

to have a Citizen salder your broken ware the policy is grown stale 't would hardly take ever since the Ballet curst the Carrier that brought her to Town Isa. Do you from the abundance of your own ills suspect mine Marg. The Toy is angry it would fain counterfeit something to make me her Agent but you are deceived my pretty morsel of wantonness my self and my Pale are both honest I am not the Blades Intelligencer whether Doll and M●ll remove their lodgings to escape the Constable and Bridewell I will to my Cows and leave you to the fate of the morning dispair not of a Customer but be sure I catch you not napping for if I do expect no mercy for I hate Hedge-coupling worse than sasting at Christmas Isa. If you are good stay and comfort me the sense of my distress stops further speech Sounds Marg. Ha! she sounds poor Gentlewoman should she miscarry I were in danger of being thought her Murdercss alas she 's dead why Tony Tony help me a Gentlewoman is fallen dead Enter Anthony Ant. Why what is she dead Marg. Nay that 's as hard to tell as the success of my danger Ant. Is she quite dead Marg. I I quite dead Ant. And are not you in a pickle Margery she is not dead she moves Marg. Pull her by the Nose Ant. I I pull it off no matter for spoiling her face if she be dead Marg. Wring her by the little finger Ant. Her little finger is ring'd and I 'de wring it off if I could Marg. No robbing of the dead Tony. Ant. Why what a Devil should the Dead do with living moveables Marg. Cast water in her face Ant. Blow wind in her Arse can water make one alive that 's dead unless it be hot water Marg. She surs give her more ayr Isa. E're you return me to my angry Unkle my soul shall fly and meet with my dearest imbraces Ant. Why what a Devil do you mean Mistress Gentlewoman Isa. You are murtherers of all my content you serve the world for base reward and that shall render you base to opinion Ant. Prethee Margery let me conjure down this Devil in her tongue 't will raise a Tempest else murdere●s and base pray Gentlewoman who do you speak all this to Isa. To you the injurers of my love Ant. Hey day she 's mad love with a vengeance come come I must take her aside and give her satisfaction Marg. I pity your feeling sorrows would I could comfort you Isa. Since my distress has made me an object of your pity pray lead me to some house for I am wondrous saint Marg. That I will what e're comes on 't Exit Marg. Isa. Ant. But pray Margery forget not my Breaksast rising early and rambling about has got me a good stomach yet I could be content to fast with such laced Mutton and a good Callice more than half a morning Enter Art●zehim Art The blind that Lovechange and I cast upon our actions must be withdrawn with discretion lest my Reputation fall in the Encounter Ant. Here 's my Lady now for a trick to put upon her to revenge my Masters wrongs Madam as I was in the Market to fetch sweet Bryar I met a Maid she told me she was in danger of losing a piece of ground which was her own by Inheritance and left her by her Mother now there 's a Knight would fain inclose it and lay it to part of his Mannour Art Where lies this Land Ant. Not far off she would be content to let him enjoy it after her decease if that would serve his turn Art Has she given you any writing to make me better understand the matter Ant. This is the Survey not only of the Mannour it self but the Meadow Pasture P●ow land Coney-borrow Fish-pond Hedge Ditch and Bush that 〈…〉 ds in 't Art My Husbands hand to 't and a Love-letter where had it you Ant. From the aforesaid party that would fain keep the foresaid Land from the foresaid Knights fingers Art Sir Jeffery turn'd Ranger Ant. Madam you are a good Hunteress though she love now and then to have a private Borrow ferrited for her own pleasure yet she won't allow him to run down a Deer Sir Jeffery would fain be a Ranger hut she requests you to let him run a Course in your own Park if you 'l not do it for love then do 't for money she has no Silver but there 's Gold or else she prays you to Ring him by this Token and so you shall be sure his Nose will not be routing in other folks Pastures Art This Purse and Ring was mine I know them to requite your pains take thou the Gold Ant. No not I so I may be call'd in question if I came honestly by it Art These lines are even the Arrows love let fly The very Ink dropt out of Venus Eye To me he ne're thus writ But Lust can set a double edge on Wit Ant. Nay that 's true Madam a Wench can whet anything if it be not too dull Art What is the Creature Ant. One of those Creatures that are contrary to Man a Woman Art What manner of Woman Ant. A tiny Woman lower than your Ladyship by the head and shoulders but as mad a Wench as ever untyed a Petticoat Ant. Why should she send back these and by you Enter Sir Jeffery Ant. Ware ware there 's knavery i' th' wind Art Did not he send them by you Ant. Never never I hope you won't put that upon me Art Are you só close you Baud you Pandering Slave Sir Jeff. Why how now Wife what 's your quarrel Art Out of my sight base Varlet get thee gone Sir Jeff. Away you Rogue what grown a fighter prethee what 's the matter how you change surely you are not well Exit Authony Art All is not well indeed She-kneels Sir Jeff. Why dost kneel Art Earth is sins Cushion Sir Jeffery Husband I dare not call thee I have stoln that Jewel of my chast Honour which was only thine and given it to a slave Sir Jeff. Ha! Art On thy Pillow Adultery and Lust have slept thy Groom has climb'd the unlawful Tree and pluckt the sweets a Villain has usurp'd the Husbands Sheets Sir Jeff. Did I out of a sound faith in you forget the Go●tish Monster you entertained thinking not to fret my soul by your seeming ludeness and now to act the sault indeed ' uds death who wast made me a Cuckold who wa st Art Your man Tony. Sir Jeff. Worse than damnation bold Strumpet hang not on me think'st I 'le be a Baud to a Whore and my Wife too Art All I beg is use me how you will but darken the Clouds of my shame Sir Jeff. How conceal my Horns they cannot be hid nor shall my revenge could not I feed your appetite O women you were created Angels pure and fair But since the Fall you tempting Devils are You should be mans bliss but you prove our Rods