Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	daughter_n	father_n	son_n	10,765	5	4.8829	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A41700	The rival sisters, or, The violence of love a tragedy : as it is acted at the Theatre-Royal by His Majesty's servants / written by Mr. Gould.	Gould, Robert, d. 1709?; Shirley, James, 1596-1666. Maides revenge.	1696 (1696)	Wing G1434; ESTC R12556	44,391	68

but makes me weep 'T is onely when you think of Her Shepherd That charming Caelia I admire I must with Pleasure own it true But had I ten times more desire How cou'd my Passion injure you Love is the Sacred Tree of Life And up to Heav'n it's Branches rears Yet Admiration's but the Leaf Enjoyment is the Fruit it bears Then while you raise this vain dispute Your Fondness but it self deceives When you your self have all the Fruit What need you Envy her the Leaves Sebast. O do not doubt me but I know thou dost not All that a Son can say to move a Father You may be sure I 'll urge nor need you fear Exeunt Sebast. Gent. But I shall prove successful Anto. The Eloquence of Angels guide thy Tongue To plead this holy cause Like me no Lover e're was us'd before I feeding starve and Riches make me poor Enter Berinthia Julia. Ha! why those Precious Tears Berin W' are lost w' are lost my Father is enrag'd My sister raves and has Resolv'd my Ruin Nay with her Ponyard drawn her Eyes up heav'd To Heav'n that it might Witness what she said With many a fearful Oath she vow'd my Death Unless I did remit my Title to you He 's mine cry'd she for I first made my claim I 'll serve adore and Love him while I 've breath And grapple with thee for him in the Pangs of Death Anto. I ever thought her Violent and Rash. Alphan Strange that a Man so wise as Vilarezo Shou'd not perceive her frailty But I forget there 's Bigotry in filial Love As well as in Religion Time perhaps May make him see his Errour Berin O no she casts a mist before his Eyes And with a tear will melt him as she pleases He allways lov'd her best She 's sixt she 's grav'd she 's rooted in his heart Nor will one Grain of Int'rest in 't resign And 't is as certain that she 'll ruin mine Anto. Rather forget this Wretch that is the cause Reject despise and drive me from your Heart Though to my own Confusion I desire it Heav'n has perhaps design'd thee to another One that is Rich great Young Lovely and Loving Leave me then Madam leave me to my Fortune Berin Can you forget me then Anto. O never never Berin Why then d' ye bid me leave you Anto. 'T is for thy good thy Peace thy future safety Which otherways I fear are lost for ever Alas my Passion no decrease shou'd sind I may be wretched but I must be Kind Berin Then what a Wretch were I if I shou'd leave you No my dear Lord in Truth I will not yield Even to you what ere my chance does prove I must love on Th' Eternal Pow'rs above If Mortals may presume to guess at Fate Doom'd me to love e're yet I saw the Light The onely business of my life is Love My Words my Thoughts my very Dreams are Love I am all Love I am a World of Love And give that World to thee Anto. Talk on talk on the Musick of thy Tongue So charms my Soul that I cou'd hear thee ever And think Eternity thus better Spent Then Poets e're cou'd feign or Priests invent Enter Sebastian But see thy Brother ha by Heav'n I read Our Ruin on his Face his looks betray And tell beforehand what he has to say Sebast. Pardon me dearest Friend for promising More than I cou'd perform But sighs and tears Soften my Father's flinty breast no more Than Waves a Rock that stands for ever firm Against Wind Storms and Tydes and so does he I prest his Filial Piety his care Of this unhappy Creature 's future wellfare Which wholy did depend upon his Grant I urg'd my Passion for the fair Alphanta With all the tenderness Love could Inspire I nam'd our Friendship which must still remain I did what Man cou'd do but all in Vain Anto. Look down ye Pow'rs and wonder why you made The Heart of Man so cruel Sebast. At last on my Obedience he enjoyn'd That I shou'd say no more but yet said he To show you that I prize Antonio's Worth Tell him once more from me my Elder Daughter I freely give into his Arms for ever If he but quit his Passion for her Sister Anto. First quit my hope of bliss when she is gone The onely end for which I liv'd is cancell'd Eternity wou'd be a blank without her An o'ergrown Cypher a round endless nothing Sebast. Which if he does deny thus he went on Tell him that I beseech him to return To his own home while I make whole the Breach Which else will be more widn'd by his stay Anto. O my Berinthia O my mourning Love Our parting pang draws nigh Berin I heard our doom and it has reach'd my Soul O hold me O support me or I faint Here let me sink here let me dy away And make your Arms my Tomb you must not go Weeping Enter Vilarezo Attendants Vilar Enough my Eyes have seen what till this hour I never cou'd believe what Plague is there Above a stubborn Child for you my Lord To whom I made my Resolution known In wronging him that priz'd you as a Son Y 'ave forfeited the Title of a Friend But since my Elder Daughter you despise Thus I snatch this for ever from your Eyes Berin O Father Brother O Antonio Farewell Farewell Exeunt Vilar Berin Jul. Atten. Anto. Angels protect and guard thee O Friend thou cordial to my fainting Soul Did not thy presence in some sort support me I think by Heav'n I think I cou'd not bear it She 's gone for ever gone and yet I live I tamely live to say it Drawing Alphan Hold O hold Sebast. It is indeed too cruel but afflict Not thus your self I 'll try him yet again Intreat Implore and hang upon his Knees Nor be deny'd tho' he shou'd spurn me from him He must have Nature in him and I 'll wake It fast as 't is or sleep my self in Death Anto. In vain you 'll strive to move him he is fixt How much are Mortals made the Sport of Fate W' are both in Love yet the strange difference see Observe but how our Fortunes disagree It is thy Paradise and Hell to me Exeunt ACT III. Scene the GROVE Enter Vilarezo Catalina Ansilva Attendants Vilar BE Patient O be Patient I yet will find a way to make thee happy Cata. Name it no more happy without Antonio O Contradiction never to be solv'd Alas I am more Wretched now than ever Had he continu'd here with sighs and tears I might have softn'd his obdurate Heart As drops of Rain in time will wear through Marble But y 'ave unkindly forc't him hence and now My hopes and Charms are vain What Plague what Torture is like Love despis'd O 't is too much I will not cannot bear it I 'll bleed I 'll burn run mad despair and Dy But I will make 'em all as curst as I Vilar Once more I