Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	day_n	know_v	let_v	10,191	5	4.1835	3	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A27247	The excommunicated prince, or, The false relique a tragedy, as it was acted by His Holiness's servants, being the Popish plot in a play / by Capt. William Bedloe.	Bedloe, William, 1650-1680.; Walter, Thomas.	1679 (1679)	Wing B1676; ESTC R18110	34,258	58

Zolazer E're our Designs on Prosp'rous ' pinions rise Salvirus too must fall our Sacrifice Polidorus 'T is best let neither for his Part'ner stay They may walk hand-in-hand in the Broad-way Zolazer No we th'Maturity of Things must wait And for Salvirus lay a Private Bait. A Cottage may with unheard-Noise fall down Whil'st th'Noise of greater Ruins will be known There does a Potion in his Chamber lye In which I will his speedy Death convey That shall all Thoughts of Treachery expell And fill that Room where his Curst Sould does dwell The two Ruffians Re-enter with a Chafing-Dish of Coals Brimstone long Knives c. with which they variously Torment Piazer who makes most doleful Cryes Polidorus Since this close Place only our selves contain Our unheard-Cries but Eccho back your Pain There Descends a Spirit which Sings as followeth I. Come Glorious Soul make hast Let me Conduct you to Eternal Rest You Linger as if you despair'd to gain Any other Bliss besides Content with Pain But Heav'n whose chiefest Care you are Does all its Happyness prepare For to Reward those Torments now you bear II. Such little Pain as this Is to give Relish to your Future Bliss And your pure Breast lies panting at your Death But to improve the Heavens with your Breath And Heav'n whose chiefest Care you are Does all c. Polidorus What suddain Extasie Sir has hurried you Into this wild Demeanor of your Looks Was you thus strucken with a Planet or have you seen A Gorgon ' s-Head You thus seem Metamorphos'd Into a Marble-Statue Zolazer Do those Marriners whom a furious Wrack Has render'd equally Unfortunate Demand the Cause of each others Extremity Your Eyes and Ears must needs be Witnesses Of what you seem to doubt And did you retain the least Sense you may By your own measure my Discontentedness Polidorus I 've neither heard or seen any Reason Why I should be Discompos'd Besides the Suspence hanging on your Dubious Lips Zolazer Then angry Heav'n did cast a Mist between your Eyes And that Glorious Spirit which but now Warbl'd forth an Heav'nly Anthem but to continue Your Artheistical Opinion of there being No such Thing Polidorus What now seem'd to represent it self to You Was but the Effects of your Distemper'd Brain The nobler Part our Reason not blind Sense Must be Decider of this Mystery And did I seem To hear and see a thousand such Phantasms My better Reason will not let me trust Such treacherous VVitnesses But grant there were Such things this Traitor's Ghost we need not fear The Dev'l will find him work enough else-where His Corps shall in the Dungeon Pris'ner lye Whilst his Damn'd Soul shall on Hells Gridir'n fry Thus my Designs by Heaven's kind Influence grow As undiscern'd as th' Cause which made 'em so Blood is the Basis of my Rising-state I 'm Character'd with Blood in th'Book of Fate So am I free from Anxious Care who know VVhat made me Cruel will preserve me so Exeunt Finis Actus Tertij Act. IV. Scen. I. The Scene discovers Teimurazez and Polidorus Teimurazez BE not so passionate my Lord Let this suffice My opinion of your Love and Loyalty Is in my heart so deeply rooted That all the Winds of Prejudic want Power To raise a Storm to shake it Polidorus Hold correspondence with the Pope conspire your Death And by such various means Plot the Subversion Of the establish'd Church and Government What I 'm a Beast a Villain then a Traitor A Monster Africa would blush to own If this be true why live I yet or sleeps Heav'ns Justice or are Humane Laws too weak If my Offence be publick let my Punishment be so Or if you think I 'm wrong'd let my Accusers suffer At least for injuring you Sir in your Friend So I dare call my self for were I as guiltless Of all other Crimes as o● these false Whispers Heav'n ne're did entertain more spotless Innocence than mine Were their whole Bodies stuck with Eyes thick as Was Argus head And all the walls of m' House Transparent as the Air nay were their Ears Long enough to reach my inner Closet I would not whisper any Thought to be A second Jupiter Teimurazez To day they parted from me swol'n with Discontent To see me slight their too officious Care I calling it Malice or at least Mistake And this my Lord I 'll promise you if I find That Prejudice gave birth to these Reports The Authors were they a thousand times my Brothers Should fall a Sacrifice to Justice for you Polidorus Would you but let me know their names I wou'd But ye good Gods resign me all your patience And vindicate my Innocence lest when My Injuries are heard the world may think That you want Will or Power to do Justice Scene 2. Morinus solus Then can't I be believ'd Phoebus What harm did I thy Godhead do That thus Cassandra's Curse should me pursue The Trojans thought she dream'd nor did just Fate Revenge too soon 'cause they believ'd too late But Heav'n prevent the Omen here and call Back your Revenge though by a Miracle How often have these Knees kiss'd the cold ground Whil'st to the Prince I shew'd my Countrys Wound Then I ev'n wept till Show'rs of Tears did seem Rather to change my Sex than soften Him They blind his Eyes and will not let him see And Seas and Rocks are far less deaf than he Enter Brizander Brizander What News my Lord methinks your Eyes declare Some Discontent which almost looks like Fear For Passions angry Torrents overflow And Neptune sits a storming on your Brow Morinus Sir If my Looks such angry Billows wear 'T is cause my Shipwrackt Country labours there You may the Cause in the Effect descrie For nothing less could raise my Grief so high The Prince still sleeps a Lethargy like death Will seal his Eyes until it stops his Breath Polidore's th' evil Guardian of his Mind Knows his soft hours and free access can find Has fathom'd ev'ry corner of his Heart And new Impressions to his Soul imparts Hence through the Court such treach'rous nets are spread That only Romans must those pavements tread All Offices that Faction has engross'd And they grow greatest that can flatter most They do with Oaths and Execrations own The Truth of our reform'd Religion Whil'st either Rome's they practise or else none Ye Gods that our unblemisht Church should be An holy Mask for their black Perjury Yet with such Paint they shaddow the Deceit That the good Prince will not believe the Cheat. They have such Poyson for his Reason found No Antidote can reach to cure the Wound Corky and light our best Advice appears Which fleets but on the Surface of his Ears Not reach his Heart Brizander Heav'n op'e his Eyes that he At once their Treasons and our Faith may see Morinus But for Salvirus too I needs must grieve He was too honest and too good to live His Loyalty was all