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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
A59429	The Lancashire-witches and Tegue O Divelly, the Irish-priest a comedy acted at the Duke's Theater / written by Tho. Shadwell.	Shadwell, Thomas, 1642?-1692.	1682 (1682)	Wing S2853; ESTC R21370	85,078	92

well for 't Clod. Ay by r Lady con I th' best ludging and d●●●t too in aw Loncashire Yonder at th' ●ough where yeow seen th' leeghts there D●ubt Whose house is that Clod. Why what a pox w●ere ●an yeow lived why yeow are Strongers indeed why 't is Sir Yedard Harfourts he 〈…〉 to all Gentry yeou● st be welcome to him by day and by neeg●t 〈◊〉 Lord of aw here abauts Bell. My Mistresses Father Lu●k if it be thy will have at my Isabella Canst thou guide us thither Clod. Ay Ay there 's a pawer of Company there naw S●● Ieffery Shaklehead and the Knight his Son and Doughter Doubt Lucky above my wishes o my Dear Theodosia how my heart leaps at her 〈…〉 guide us thither wee 'l pay thee well Clod. Come on I am e●n breed aut o my sences I was ne'er so freeghtend sin I was born give me your hont Bell. No here are our men and Horses wee 'l get up and you shall lead the foremost Now Stars be kind Ex. Omnes ACT. II. Enter Isabella and Smerk Isab. HOW this insolence provokes me aside You are not sure in earnest to him Smerk Can any one behold those radiant eyes And not have sentiments of Love like mine Isab. This fellow has read Romances as well as Scholmen Smerk Those eyes to which mine are the Burning-glasses That to my heart convey the fire of Love Isab. What a ●ustian Fool 's this Is this language For a Divine Smerk Are not Divines made of those Elements Which make up other men Divines may be In love I hope Isab. And may they make love to the Daughter withou● The consent of the Father Smerk Undoubtedly as Casuists must determine Isab. Will not common sence without a Casuist tell Us when we do wrong if so the Law we are Bound to is not plan enough Smerk Submit to the judgment of Divines sweet Lady Marriage is not an Ordinance made by Parents B●t from above deriv'd and 't is for that I sue Isab. Is it not fit I should obey my Father Smerk O no sweet Lady ●●ve it not to him Your Father has not reverence enough For the Church and Churchmen Besides I 'll tell you He is Atheistically inclin'd pardon my boldness For he believes no Witches But Madam if my Poor person and my parts may seem gracious to you You lawfully may chuse me to make happy Isab. Your person needs must please ●Tis amiable Smerk Ah sweet Madam Isab. Your parts beyond exception ●eat spruce florid And very ●●verting Smerk No no dear Madam Isab. Who can behold your face without pleasure or Consider your parts without Reverence Smerk O Lord I swear you pose me with your great civilities I profess you do Isab. 'T is impossible you should keep long from being Dignified Smerk 'T is that I m●inly aim at next the enjoyment Of so fine a Lady Isab. May I ●latter my self to think you are in earnest Smerk You may most excellent Lady Isab. And so am I. She gives him a box on the Ear. Smerk Sweet Madam I receive you as a blessing on my knees Isab. Thou most insolent of Pedants thou silly formal Thing with a stiff plain band a little parsonical Grogram and a Girdle thou art so proud of in which thou wouldest do well to hang thy self some have vouchsaf'd to use it to that purpose Thou that never wert but a Curate a Iourney-man Divine as thy Father was a Iourney-man Taylor before he could set up for himself to have the impudence to pretend love to me Smerk My function yet I say deserves more reverence Isab. Does it make you not an Ass or not a Taylors Son Smerk It equals me with the best of Gentry Isab. How Arrogance Can any power give honour but the Kings This is Popery I●e have you trounc'd Could it once enter into thy vain pate that I could be contented with the pittiful equipage of a Parsons Wife Bless me● to be carried home to an antique building with narrow windows and huge Iron-bars like an old Iail in some Country Burrough wickedly abus'd too with delapidations To lye in Darneux Curtains and a Beds-Tester carv'd with Idolatrous Images out of two load of old Timber or to have for a Friend or a Lying in one better one of worsted Chamblet and to be drest and undrest by my Cookmaid who is my Woman and my Chambermaid and serves me and the Hogs Smerk I intend none of these I assure you my House shall be Isab. I know what it will be your Parlour hung with Green printed stuff of the new fashion with guilt Leather in panes a fingers breadth at least sruft up with a great many stinking Russia Leather Chairs and an odious Carpet of the same Then Shelves on one side of your Chimney for a pair of Tables A Chess-board your frame of Wax Candle and Tobacco-pipes Smerk No no no Madam Isab. On the other side Shelves for huge Folices by which you would be counted a great read man vast large volumes of expositions upon a short Creed some Twenty folio's upon the Ten Commandments Lauds Heylins Andrews and Tom Fullers works with perhaps a piece of Austin to shew you understand a little Latin and this is your Ecclesiastical furniture very fit for a Gentlewoman's eating room is it not Smerk I understand the mode Madam and contemn such vulgar Ornaments Isab. And in this Parlour to eat Five Tithe-Piggs in a week brought in by my Woman-Chambermaid Wash-maid Cook-maid c. And if it be not a working day waited on by your Groom Ploughman Carter Butler Tithe-gatherer all in one with Horse-naild Shoes his head new kemb●d and slick'd with a starc'd-Band and no Cuffs Smerk My merits will provide you better please to bear me Isab. Yes I know your merits Then to quible with you for my desert your Back-side of half an Acre with some Sixteen Trees of Marygold and Sweeting-Apples Horse-Plums and Warden-pares hem●d in with panes of antique crumbling Clay where I should have six Hives of Bees and you a Mare and Feal going with a Peacock and Hen. Smerk All these I much despise would you hea● Isab. Hear yes how I should have nothing to entertain my Visitors with but stew'd Prunes and H●nycombs and flying Ale bottled with Lymen-pill without all sight of Wine And should I march abroad to visit ●would be behind my Can●nical Husband perhaps upon a pied ●●ld Mare big with Foal holding both hands upon his Girdle and when at place appointed I arrive for want of Groom off slips my nimble Husband first then helps me down And now Fo●l I have painted thee and what thou art to trust to in thy colours Smerk I beseech you Madam moderate your passions Hear my propositions Isab. No Impudence my Father shall hear ' em Smerk I beseech you Madam for Heavens sake that will undo me I shall desist I shall desist Ex. Isabella Enter Susan the Chambermaid Good lack how a man may