Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	earl_n	king_n	send_v	14,315	5	6.2156	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04721	A pleasant history of Roswall and Lillian. Declaring the occasional of Roswall his removing from his native kingdom, to the kingdom of Bealm, and what befell him in his journey from his steward ; the entertainment he met with from an aged wife ; his education in school ; with his fortunate admission to be servant to Lillian the kings only daughter, with whom he fell deeply in love ... his thankfull remembrance of his friends ; the number of his children, and their good fortune, all worthy reading.; Roswall and Lillian		1663 (1663)	Wing P2550; ESTC R181861	11,546	38

I now Lady while I die Love you again most heartilie Within his heart he was right glad And he did think mair then he said Soon after that this Lady fair Said anone to Dissawar Dissawar I do you pray Cast that name from you away Call you Hector or Oliver Ye are so fair without compare Call your self Sir Porteous Or else the worthy Emedus Call you the noble Predicase Who was of fair and comely face Because that I love you so well Let your name be Sir Lion dale Or great Florent of Albanie My heart if ye bear love to me Or call you Lancelot du Lake For your dearest true loves sake Call you the Knight of Arms green For the love of your Lady shéen He sayes Dissawar they must call me While afterward I more do sée If ye will have no other name Call you a Squire to the King Or to his daughter Chamberlan For love of his daughter Lillian She laugh'd and once or twice him kist And to her Ladies then she past And Dissawar was very glad For the joy he of the Lady had So it befell upon a day His Father to his Mother did say I think right long for to hear tell Of my fair son Roswall I think so long I cannot sleep With that the Quéen began to wéep Who said good Sir for charitie Let some be sent him for to sée It is long since he from us went Perchance his Gold is now all spent As the King his Father was to send There came Messengers even at hand With letters from that noble King Which made him glad in every thing But ●hey beguiled were both so That none of them the case did know The King had written on this manner Desiring his Son to his Daughter The King his Father was right glad That such a marriage should be made Therefore he every way consented Even as the King by writ had sent it An answer to him he did send When he the wedding would intend That he might send Lords of that Countrie To bear witnesse to that marriage frée The Messengers went home again And told their King what they had done And then anone without delay Appointed was the Marriage day Who sent word to the noble King And he without more tarrying Sent to solemnize that day An Earle and Lusty Lords tway With them went two lusty Knights And many a gallant Squire wight The King of Bealm caus'd make a cry Three dayes before the marriage day To come and Iust a course of Wier Before me and my Queen full dear To see who best will undertake To Iust then for his Ladies sake But when to Lillian it was told Wit ye well her heart was cold For she lov'd none but Dissawar Who went and told him lesse and mair Said at yon Iusting you must be For to Iust for your Ladie And if ye will not Iust for me Iust for your Love where ere she be He saith Lady by my good fay I nere was ●eed with such a play For I had rather be at hunting Then singing dancing or at Iusting Yet I shall stand by you Lady To sée who bears away the gree And so they parted on that night And on the morn when it was light Dissawar got up his way Went to the Forrest be it was day His hounds leading into his hand Full well triping at his command And when he came to the Forrest He looked East and looked West He looked over the bents brown Where he saw neither house nor town The Myrle and Mavese shouted shrile The Sun blinked on every hill In his heart he had great rejoycing Of the birds full swéet singing He looked down upon the spray When it was nine hours of the day And saw a little space him fra A Knight coming with him no mae Riding on a milk-white stéed And all milk-white was his wéed To Dissawar he came ridand And lighted down even at his hand And said anone my full swéet thing I must be drest in your cloathing Take you my armour and my stéed And dresse you all into my wéed And to you Iusting ye must faire To win you praise and honour mair When ye have done come ye to me Of Vennisoun ye shall have plentie Then Dissawar armed him quickly The Knight him helped that stood by He stoutly lap upon his steed And ran Lances through the Mied Till he came to the Iusting-place He saw his Mistres face to face And he saw many Ladies gay And many Lords in rich array And he saw many a lustie Knight Iusting before him in his sight He rade unto the Iusting place Where Knights encountred face to face And many sadles toom'd he there Both of Knights and many a Squyer All men wondred what he was That of Iusting had such praise The Ladies heart was wonder sair And said alace for Dissawar Why would he not tarry with me This Noble justing for to see And when the Iusting was near done Then he beheld the steward soon His héels turn upward there he made All that him saw were sore afraid Then he unto the Forrest ran As light as ever did a man The King cry'd with voice on hie Go take you Knight bring him to me And whoso brings him to my hand Shall have an Earldome of land But all for nought it was in vain For to the woods he rade again Delivered his Armour and his steed And brest himself in his own weed The Lord had taken him Vennisoun And homeward with them made he bown As for help desired none he Presented them to his Ladie She sayes now wherefore Dissawar Beguil'd ye me in this manner He answered my Lady dear Why say ye that unto me here Wherefore shall I come to Iusting I have no skill of such a thing She sayes a Knight with a white stéed And all milk-white was his wéed He hath born away the grée Of him is spoken great plentie And if ye bide the morn with me Ye peradventure shall him sée I shall do so said he Madam The morn I will not passe from home Then Lillian to her Ladies went Past to their supper incontinent And on the morn right timously He did rise up be he might see And forth unto the Forrest went After the night was fully spent When that he came to those woods gréen The place where he before had béen Vnder the shadow of a trée He laid him down right privatlie The birds did sing with pleasant voice He thought himself in Paradice And to bear part for joy sang he Even for the love of his Ladie How she lov'd him her Paramour And she of all the world the flower For pleasure of the weather fair So clear and pleasant was the air His heart was light on leaf on trée When that he thought on his Lady He looked then over an hill And saw a Knight coming him till Having a red shield and a red spear And all red shined his gear To Dissawar he