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	see_v	word_n	12,054	5	3.9522	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A95417	The two constant lovers in Scotland or, A pattern of true love expressed in this ensuing dialogue, between an Earls daughter in Scotland, and a poor serving-man; she refusing to marry the Lord Fenix, which her father would force her to take, but clave to her first love Tomey o'th Pots. To a pleasant new tune.		1657 (1657)	Wing T3434; Thomason 669.f.20[55]; ESTC R211934	4,261	1

part To the same tune EArly in the morning when day did spring on Gilforth green be time was he There did he espie Lord Fenix comming and with him a royall company Gold Chains about their necks threescore full well might seem fine Lords to ride The young Lady followed far behind sore against her will that she was a bride There Tomey passed this Lady by but never a word to her did say Then straight to Lord Fenix he is gone and gives him the right time of the day O Christ you save Lord Fenix he said And Christ you save as I you see Thou art welcome Tomey oth Potts he said a serving man into our company O how doth thy Master Tomey oth Potts tell me the truth and do not lye My Master is well then Tomey replide I thank my Lord and I thank not thee O Christ you save Lord Fenix he said and Christ you save as I you see You may have choyce of Ladies enough and not take my true love from me With that Lord Fenix was sore offended and fast away he rode at that tide God forbid Lord Fenix he said a serving man should hold me from my bride But afterward Tomey did him meet as one that came not thither to flye And said Lord Fenix take thou my love for I will not lose her cowardly O meet me here to morrow he said as thou art a man come but thy self And if that I come any more the Divell fetch my soul to hell And so this wedding day was staid the Lady and Lords they turned home The Lady made merry her maidens among said Tomey I wish thou may win thy own Early in the morning when day did spring on Gilforth green be time was he He waited long for Lord Fenix comming but Lord William Fenix he could not see We waited long and very long untill the Sun waxed very high There was he ware of Lord Fenix coming and with him other men three Thou art a false thief Lord Fenix he said because thou break'st thy promise with me Thou promisedst me to come by thy self and thou hast brought other men three But in regard I call thee thief because thou hast broken promise with me I vow and you were as many more forsaken sure you should not be These are my men Lord Fenix said that every day do wait on me If any of them do strike a stroke in faith then hanged he shall be They fetcht a race and rode about and then they met full eagerly Lord Fenix away by Tomeys body glow'd and he ran him quite thorow the Thigh Out of his saddle bore him he did and laid his body on the ground His Spear he ran thorow Tomeys Thigh in which it made a grievous wound But Tomey quickley start up again for as he was a Phisitian good He laid his hand upon the wound and quickly he did stanch the blood Full lightly he leaped to his saddle again forth of it long he did not stay For he weighed more of the Ladies love then of any life he had that day They fetched a race and rode about the blood in Tomeys body began to warm He away by Lord Fenix body glowde and he ran him quite through the arm Out of his saddle bore him he hath of from his steed that mounted so high Now rise and fight Lord Fenix he said or else yeeld the Lady unto me I le yeeld the Lady unto thee my arm no more my spear will guide It was never better likely to prove to hold a poor serving man from his Bride But if thou wilt thus deal then with me lest of this matter should rise any voice That I have gotten the victory then thou shalt have another choice Yonder is a lane of two miles long at either end then stand will we Wee l set the Lady in the midst and whether she come to take her for me If thou wilt thus deal said Fenix then thou'll save my credit and honour high And whether I win her or go without her I le be willing to give ten pounds to thee There was a lane of two miles long the Lady was set in the middle that tide She laught made merry her maids among said Tomey o th Pots now I le be thy bride Now all you Ladies of high degree and maides that married yet would be Marry no man for goods or lands unlesse you love him faithfully For I had a love of my own she said at Strawberrie Castle there lived he I le change his name from Tomey oth Pots and the yong E. of Arundell now he shall be FINIS

The two constant Lovers in Scotland OR A pattern of true Love expressed in this ensuing Dialogue between an Earls daughter in Scotland and a poor Serving-man she refusing to marry the Lord Fenix which her Father would force her to take but clave to her first Love Tomey o' th Pots To a pleasant new tune IN Scotland there are Ladies fair there 's Ladies of Honor high degree Hey down down a down derry But one excels above all the rest and the Earl of Arundels daughter is she With hey down derry down lang derry down derry Both Knights and Lords of great account comes thither a wooing for this Ladies sake It fell on a day that E. Arundell said daughter which of these lords will you take Or which of them now likes thee best speak truth to me but do not lie Speak truth to me and do not jest who must heir my livings when as I die Lord Fenix is a Lord of high degree and hath both Lands and livings free I tell thee daughter thou shalt him have if thou wilt take any counsell at me With that the young lady fell down of her knee trickling tears ran down her eye As you are my father and loves me dear my heart is set where it must be On a Serving-man which is so poor for all he hath is but pounds three He was the first Lover that ere I had and the last I mean him for to be With that her father was sore offended and fast he rode at that same tide Untill he to the Lord Fenix came and said take thee my daughter for thy Bride The yong Ladie cal'd up Jack her foot-boy I dare trust no man alive but thee Thou must go my earand to Strawbery-Castle to the place where Tomy othpotts doth lye And carry this Letter in Parchment fair that I have sealed with mine own hand And when Tomey looks this Letter upon be sure his Countenance thou understand And if he either laugh or smile he is not sorry at his heart I must seek a new love where I will for small of Tomey must be my part But if he wax red in the face and tricling tears fall from his eyes Then let my Father say what he will for true to Tomey I le be alwayes And thou must tell him by word of mouth if this Letter cannot be read at that tyde That this day sen night no longer hence I must be lord William Fenix bride The boy took leave of his Lady gay and to Strawbery Castle he did him fast hie A Serving-man did guide him the way to the place where Tomey o th Pots did lie O Christ thee save good Tomey oth Pots and Christ thee save as I thee see Come read this Letter Tomey oth Potts as thy true love hath sent to thee Then Tomey he waxed red in the face and trickling tears ran down his eyes But never a letter could he read if he should be hanged on th gallow-tree Shee bid me tell you by word of mouth if this letter could not be read at this tide That this day sen night no longer hence she must be Lord William Fenix bride Now in faith said Tomey she is mine own as all hereafter shall understand Lord Fenix shall not marry her by night or day unless he win her by his own hand For on Gilforth green I will her meet and if she love me bid her for me pray And there I will lose my life so sweet or else her wedding I will stay He cal'd this boy unto accounts think whether he loved this Lady gay He gave him forty shilling for his message and all he had was but pounds three The boy took his leave of Tomey oth Potts fearing that he had staid too late The young Lady did wait of his comming and met him five miles out of the gate O boney boy thou art not of age therefore thou canst both mock scorn I will not beleeve what my love hath said unlesse thou on this book be sworn Now in faith gay lady I will not lye and kist the book full soon did he One letter he could not read at that time if he should have been hang'd at gallo-tree He said in faith you are his own as all hereafter shall understand Lord Fenix shall not marry you by night or day unlesse he winn you with his own hand For on Gilforth green he will you meet if you love him you must for him pray And there he will lose his life so sweet or else your wedding he will stay Let us leave talking of the boy That with his gay Lady is turned home Now let us go talk of Tomey oth Potts and how to his master he is gone WHen Tomey came his Master before he kneeled down upon his knee What tidings hast thou brought my man as that thou makes such courtesie O Christ you save dear Master he said and Christ you save as I you see for Gods love Master come read me this Letter which my true love hath sent to me His Master took this Letter in hand and looked ore it with his eye In faith I am fain my man he said as thou hast a Lady so true to thee I have a Lady true to me and false to her I le never be But ere this day senninght and no longer hence I must lose my love through povertie Lord Fenix he will her have because he hath more wealth then I now hold thy tongue my man he said for before that day many a one shall die O Tomey said he I love thee well and something for thee I will doo For Strawberry Castle shall be thine own so long as thou dost mean to woo One half of my Lands I le give thee a year the which will raise thee many a pound Before that thou lose thy bonny sweet-hart thou shalt drop angels with him to the ground I have thirty Steeds in my Stable strong which any of them is good indeed And a bunch of Spears hangs them among and a Nag to carry thee swift with speed My Sute of Armour thou shalt put on so well it becomes thy fair body And when thou com'st on Gilford green thou'll look more like a Lord then he My men shall all rise and with thee go and I my self with thee will ride And many a bloody wound will we make before that thou shalt lose thy bride Now Christ reward you dear master he said for the good will you bear to me But I trust to God in a little space with my own hands to set her free I le none of your horses master he said for they cannot well skill of their trade None but your gray Nag that hath a cut tail for hee ll either stand or turn again One spear Master and no more no more with me that I will take And if that Spear it will not serve my turn I le suffer death for my true loves sake The second