Selected quad for the lemma: master_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
master_n	husband_n	servant_n	wife_n	9,371	5	6.6651	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A34378	A Continuation of The Dialogue between two young ladies, lately married, concerning the management of husbands part the second : wherein is a most passionate letter full of wit and affection writ by Eloisa (a young French lady) to her husband Abelard who was emasculatd by the malice of her uncle.		1696 (1696)	Wing C5963; ESTC R28568	17,830	44

to fly and retire to a Desart where he erected a Chapel which he afterwards turn'd into a Monastery made his Eloisa Lady Abbess and then retir'd into a remote corner at a great distance During this Separation a Letter that Abelard had writ to one of his Friends near the Nunnery in which he made a long Narrative of all his Persecutions fell accidentally into the Hands of our new Abbess who open'd it and having found therein a thousand things which nearly concerned her self she took occasion to write the following Letter complaining of the Severity of being left to so many disquieting Thoughts which so long a Silence might occasion Lucy This is a very strange Account and makes a greater Impression upon me since the poor Lady had the same Misfortune as I had of being overcome before Marriage But methinks I shou'd had I been in her case have begg'd my Husband's Pardon for going into a Nunnery or plaguing my self much about him after that unlucky Misfortune Let her pretend as she pleases I can't think it possible for a Woman to love an Eunuch-Husband For my part I know what I think of it Amy. But my Friend Lucy that 's not so much the Business Is not here a very sad Misfortune for a couple of tender Persons Had they been both bury'd alive there could not have been a greater Task for the Passions The poor Lady is Cloister'd depriv'd of all her Friends shut up from the World and yet accompany'd with all the vehement and unruly Passions of an amorous Lover and the Cares of a tender Wife What an exquisite Torture must it be to her to lose her Lover in the midst of all her Beauty and Charms to reflect upon the Scandal and Persecutions of one she lov'd better than her Life and what still adds to the Weight of all their Misery her good Education gave her such a Taste of all the Accidents of ●ife as was much more delicate and sensible than otherwise it would have been Perhaps you 'll ask what great Hopes she could have in Abelard's Return to her Tho' she had lost the Lover she lov'd the Friend And if she could write after such a strange manner for half a Husband to return and live kindly with her what wou'd she have done if she had been to have Reclaim'd an effective Husband such as yours or mine Lucy I can forbear no longer Pray let 's hear the Letter Amy. I 'll read it then Eloisa to Abelard 'T is to her Master her Father to her Brother her Husband that a Servant a Daughter a Sister a Wife and to include in one Word all that these Names have in 'em of Honour Respect Tenderness and Freedom 't is to her Abelard that Eloisa writes SOme time since a Letter fell into my Hands which you had writ to one of your Friends as I knew the Character and lov'd the Hand my Heart keeping Intelligence with my Curiosity forc'd me to open it flattering my self that I had a soveraign Right to every thing that comes from you and did not believe there were any Laws of Decorum for me to observe when I was enflam'd with a violent Desire of knowing what was become of you But alas what has my Curiosity cost me How many Tears has it drawn from me And how was I surpriz'd to find in your Letter nothing but a sad and long detail of your Misfortunes I saw my Name in it an Hundred times and I never found it but with ●ear there being always some Affliction or other attending it I also read yours which was nothing more happy These lamentable yet dear Idea's so strongly affected me that I believ'd you wrote not so much to Comfort a Friend under some light Disgraces as to describe our Misfortunes and Persecutions What Reflections did not I then make I began to think all over anew and found my self seiz'd with the same Grief as when we began to be first unhappy and altho' Time had diminish'd those Pains 't was enough to see 'em written by your Hand to make me feel them over again Nothing can ever make me forget what you have suffer'd I shall always remember the Malice of a Cruel Uncle an Assassinate and a Lover ill Treated I shall never forget how your Wit begat Enemies and such as were jealous of your Glory I shall continually represent to my self that high Reputation which you have so justly acquir'd What Tempests have not the Monks those Religious Traitors rais'd against you This Chain of so many Evils hath drawn Blood from the bottom of my Heart My Tears which I cou'd not keep have effac'd part of your Letter and I could have almost wish'd to have serv'd it all so and sent it thus back again to you 'T is true nevertheless and I confess it to you that before I had read I was much more easie but so soon as I had perus'd it my Grief was renew'd 'T is too much I say 't is too much to suffer without complaining since the Rage of our Enemies is still living since Time which disarms the most mortal Hatred never disarms them since your Vertue must be persecuted even till your Coffin serves for an Asylum nay perhaps blind Anger will even disturb your Ashes I hope I shall always remember these past Misfortunes and fear such as may still come upon you I shall never mention the Name of my dear Abelard without Tears in my Eyes I shall never pronounce his Name without a Sigh See I pray you the Condition you have reduc'd me to Sad Afflicted and without any Comfort if it comes not from you Refuse me not then I conjure you but give me a faithful Account of all that relates to you how dolorous soever it is I wou'd be ignorant of nothing Perhaps by mingling my Sighs with yours you will suffer the less if what is commonly said be true That Afflictions divided become easie Lucy Poor Lady And all this for an Eunuch So much Tenderness Wheedling and Recounting of Misfortunes c. to call back a disabled Straggler For my part Amy. Why do you interrupt me Lucy with such Remarks as these You ought rather to consider and imitate herein the Art of Perswasion See what tender Expressions upon all Occasions she does use what Stories of past Misfortunes does she not repeat which perhaps is a Subject that as much endears the Parties that have shar'd 'em as any thing in the World Then for her modest Commendations of him which you call Wheedling 't is no unsuccessful Method None how prudent and mortify'd soever they be are able to stand the Battery of a handsome Commendation Lucy I thank you for these Observations I confess every Advice or Word that comes from you my Friend Amy has a Charm in it and each Argument has a double force Pray will you read on Amy. Presently There 's another Remark I can't pass over You see how importunate she was for knowing his Concerns and