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	heir_n	son_n	21,397	5	5.3163	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37026	The virtuous wife, or, Good luck at last a comedy, as it is acted at the Dukes Theater by His Royal Highness his servants / written by Thomas Durfey, Gent.	D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.	1680 (1680)	Wing D2790; ESTC R17715	60,662	76

grown so ill natur'd my patience is quite tired What Business can you have or i● it be so methinks my Company should outweigh all Bever Well said Lady Vanity I warrant you think that glance quaintly with the Corner of your eye beares an inestimable value and not to be possibly deserted Matild Not I I assure you Bever O yes or that the soft Rosie inside of your hand the Index of youth and Wealthy Nature deserves Millions of Kisses from the Charm'd Adorer ha come confess Is not this your thought Matild I need not answer Sir if you were as ready to have a good nat●r'd Opinion of me as you are to vent your ill-natur'd Jest. But since Rai●lery is your Chief Diversion I hope I may tell you that whatever my Person has my Love I 'm sure has deserved better usage from you Bever How better usage nay gad I deny that except I have dream't all this while By heaven thou hast like a Usurer hoarded up my Love for this halfe year withou● allowing me wherewith to defray Occasional Expences and that Craving Creature that expects more I think is most unconscionable Matild And that dull Flegmatick Creature that pays less I am sure is most ungrateful But Is this Raillery obliging d' ee think now Is this consistent with the Love you have protested Are these the fruits of passion Bever Passion fy fy name it no more Folly though but once recited is too much 'T is sh●meful to hear it twice besides Madam Love and Passion are onely fit for vacant houres the friends of idleness and fowl weather when that Divine Essence our Reason has leisure to let loose our Soules to things transitory T is for a Cloudy season sweet heart There 's other matters to be perform'd when the Sun shines Matild And pray what do you call Celestial ●f Love and Beauty are such transitory things Bever What Why Immortal Wit true Friends sprightly Champaign heavenly Musick Philosophical Arguments Exercise and a number more Beauty is but a Sewer to these a Grace Cup when the great Banquet is ended and is used by your true Lover as the last Course fruit is onely for the sake of Digestion Matild Well what you please you know your power over me Weeps Bever Ha ha ha Come I have done I 'll vex thee no more Thou knowst my peevish temper and shouldst bear with it Come no more of this April weather Heark'ee I have bespoke a Ring of my Goldsmith for Thee 'T will cost me 30 Guinnies and expect it home this morning let that reconcile all by heaven I do love Thee Matild You did love me before you were Marry'd but these Wives are such Covetous Creatures They 'll be sure to grutch a shilling to another be their own Coffers never so full Bever Then more to confirm my Love to Thee know that I am grown Jealous of my Wife and fear I have Cause Matild You have often begun to tell me how your Marriage c●me to effect and the cause of changing your name but never ended it Bever Now listen then There was a Gentleman one Beauford bred up here at our University who about two years since unfortunately killing a Gentleman in a Duel was forc'd to fly but ere he went there was a Match propounded by his Father and for some time secretly carried on by him betwixt his Son and my now Wife the sole Daughter and Heir of the old Lord Thorough-good she never saw Beauford but once and then this misfortune happening the business was deferred till he got his Pardon but before he could procure it the old man his Father dy'd leaving his Estate in Trustees hands till Beauford should come to age Now in this juncture I neerly resembling him in stature and complexion and being then passionately in Love with Olivia boldly pursu'd the Plot and about six Months since changing my Name for his as if I came just then from Paris made my Address 'T was doubtful at first by reason we differ a little in Face but telling her I had lately been sick of the Small Pox which had extremely alter'd me it pass'd clearly and in a Weeks time I Married her then discover'd all and ask'd her pardon which she never wou●d grant and that 's the reason of all our Quarrels and Jealousi●s Matild But What will you do when the real Beaufort returnes 't will be no easie matt●r to perswade him out of his Name Bever Nor he me out of my Wife and to deal freely I exp●ct him every day For his Friends have got his Pardon and expect his return suddenly How now Enter Amble Amble Sir my Lady is walking down this way Bever Begon then my Dear 'T is not fit she see thee but be sure you come to morrow to my House I 'll contrive some way to shift her off and then wee 'll waste an hour or two alone I. Whead. Will you be sure to remember a Wife is such a Magnetick kind of Creature that I am afraid you 'll forget me Bever I won't my honor on my word I. Whead. And Will you still remember your poor Love Bever While my Life lasts I. Whead. Will you indeed Bever Indeed I will see yonder she 's coming prithee goe I. Whead. Well then adue What won't you kiss me at parting Lord that a VVife should so alter a Man a Kiss sure can't be mis't Bever No not a Thousand but prithee now be gone I am afraid she see 's thee Kisses her Amble wait on her home and then go to the Goldsmith a●d see if the Ring be done De' e hear Amble Yes Sir Exit Amble and I. Wheadle Bever Here she comes now for a Scene of Love Marriage-gallantry which in our modish sence is down-right Railing the effect of Jealousy and Negligence and as natural to the Marry'd-Tribe as want of honesty is to those that profess it hem pray heaven I have but breath enough that 's all my fear Enter Olivia and Rose Oliv. What alone Sir at this time of day and musing too this is a miracle not one of your Brothers of the Bottle here nor Dear Friends of t'other Sex to keep off pelting Melancholly this is very strange Bever Let there be no Scandals rais'd upon the Bottle I beseech you Madam for to my knowledge the Wine within that Bottle has been a Blessing to a Man when his Impertinent VVife has been a Plague to him Oliv. Pardon me Sir think not that I find fault with the VVine for that is our Friend as much as yours and often to oblige us makes the Jealous Husband sleep soundly That the VVedlock-Bed may be free from his Midnight unseasonable railing Bever Nay rather we may be free from your unreasonable Impertinencies those houres Nature allows us for rest you take the priviledge to disturbe with your damn'd Questions and gad I have often answer'd e'm as Children say their prayers so between sleep and awake that I have never consider'd my own