Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	die_v	life_n	live_v	20,083	5	6.1856	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03172	An excellent ballad, of a prince of England's courtship to the King of France's daughter, and how the prince was disasterously slain; and how the aforesaid princess was afterwards married to a forrester. To the tune of, Crimson velvet, &c.	Deloney, Thomas, 1543?-1600.	1685 (1685)	Wing E3788A; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.7[102]	2,295	2

An excellent Ballad of a Prince of England's Courtship to the King of France's Daughter and how the Prince was disasterously slain and how the aforesaid Princess was afterwards married to a Forrester To the Tune of Crimson velvet c. IN the Days of Old when fair France did flourish Stories plainly told Lovers it annoy The King a Daughter had beauteous fair and lovely Which made her father glad she was his only Ioy A Prince of England came Whose Deeds did merit fame he woo'd her long and loe at last And what he did require She granted his desire their hearts in one were linked fast Which when her father proved Lord how he was moved and tormented in his mind He sought for to prevent them And to discontent them Fortune crossed Lovers kind When these Princes twain were thus bar'd of pleasure Through the Kings Disdain which their joys withstood The Lady lockt up close her jewels and her treasure Having no remorse of State and Royal blood In homely poor array She went from Court away to meet her love and hearts delight Who in a Forrest great Had taken up his seat to wait her coming in the nig●t But loe what sudden Danger To this Princely Stranger chanced as he sat alone By Out-laws he was robbed And with Poniard stabded uttering many a dying Groan The Princess armed by him and by true Desire Wandring all that night without dread at all Still unknown she past in her strange attire Coming at the last within Eccho's call You fair wood quoth she Honoured may you be harbouring my hearts delight Which doth incompass here My Joy and only Dear my trusty friend comely Knight Sweet I come unto thee Sweet I come to woo thee that thou maist not angry be For my long delaying And thy courteous staying amends for all I 'll make to thee Passing thus alone through the silent-Forrest Many a grievous groan sounded in her ear Where she heard a man to lament the sorest Chance that ever came forc'd by Deadly strife Farewel my Dear quoth he Whom I shall never see for why my life is at an end For thy sweet sake I dye Thro' Villians cruelty to show I am a faithful friend Here lie a bleeding While my thoughts are feeding on the rarest beauty found O hard hap that may be Little knows my Lady my heart blood lies on the ●round With that he gave a Groan that did break asunder All the tender strings of his gentle heart She who knew his voice at his tale did wonder All her former joys did to grief convert Straight she ran to see who this Man should be That so like her love did speak and found when as she came Her lovely Lord lay slain swear'd in blood which life did break Which when that she espyed Lord how sore she cried her sorrows could not counted be Her eyes like fountains running While she cry'd out My Darling would God that I had dy'd for thee His pale lips alas twenty times she kissed And his face did wash with her brinish tears Evry bleeding wound her fair face bedewed Wiping off the blood with her golden hair Speak my Lord quoth she Speak fair Prince to me one sweet word of comfort give Lift up thy fair eyes Listen to my cries think in what great grief I live All in vain she sued All in vain she wooed the Prince's life was fled gone There stood she still mourning Till the Suns approaching bright day was coming on In this great Distress quoth this Royal Lady Who can now express what will become of me To me Fathers Court never will I wonder But some service seek where I may placed be Whilst she thus made her moan VVeeping all alone in this deep deadly fear A Forrester all in green Most comely to be seen ranging the wood did find her there Round beset with sorrow Maid quoth he good morrow what hard hap hath brought ye here Harder hap did never Chance to a Maiden ever here lies slain my Brother dear Where might I be plac'd gentle Forrester tell me Where might I procure a service in my need Pains will I not spare but would do my duty Ease me of my care help my extream need The Forrester all amazed On her beauty gazed till his heart was set on fire If fair maid quoth he You will go with me you shall have your hearts desire He brought her to his mother And above all other he set forth this maidens praise Long was his heart inflamed At length her love he gained so fortune did his glory raise Thus unknown he matcht with the Kings fair Daughter Children seven he had e'er she to him was known But when he understood she was a Royal Princess By this means at last he shews forth her fame He cloathed his children then Not like to other men in partly colours strange to see The right side cloth of gold The left side to behold of woollen cloth still framed he Men thereat did wonder Golden Fame did thunder this strange Deed in every place The King of France came thither Being pleasant weather in these woods the hart to chase The Children there did stand as their mother willed Where the Royal King must of force come by Their mother richly clad in fair Crimson Velvet Their faither all in gray most comely to the eye VVhen this famous king Foting every thing did ask how he durst be so bold To let his wife to wear And deck his Children there in costly Robes of pearl gold The Forrester bold replyed And the cause Descried to the king he thus did say Well may they by their mother Wear rich cloaths with other being by birth a Princess gay The king upon these words more heedfully beheld them Till a crimson blush his conceit did cross The more I look quoth he upon thy wife and children The more I call to mind my daughter whom I lost I am that child quoth she Falling on her knee pardon me my Soveraign Liege The king perceiving this His Daughter dear did kiss till joyful tears did stop his speech VVith his train he turned And with her sojourned straight he dub'd her husband knight He made him Earl of Flanders One of his chief Commanders thus was their sorrow put to flight Licensed and Entered according to Order Printed by and for Alex. Milbourn and sold by the Booksellers of Pye-corner and London-Bridge