Selected quad for the lemma: mercy_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	world_n	wound_v	wrath_n	15	3	7.1058	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20077	The pleasant comodie of patient Grisill As it hath beene sundrie times lately plaid by the right honorable the Earle of Nottingham (Lord high Admirall) his seruants.	Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632.; Chettle, Henry, d. 1607? aut; Haughton, William, d. 1605. aut; Boccaccio, Giovanni, 1313-1375.	1603 (1603)	STC 6518; ESTC S105257	47,402	80

these attires They are to me but as you liuerie And from your humble seruant when you please You may take all this outside which indéede Is none of Grissills her best wealth is neede I le cast this gaynesse of and be content To weare this russet brauerie of my owne For that 's more warme then this I shall looke olde No sooner in course freeze then cloth of golde Marq. Spite of my soule shee le triumph ouer mee Fur. Your gloue my Lord Marq. Cast downe my gloue againe Stoope you for it for I will haue you stoope And kneele euen to the meanest groome I keepe Gris. T is but my duetie if you le haue me stoope Euen to your meanest groome my Lord I le stoope Marq. Furio how slouenly thou goest attir'd Fur. Why so my lorde Marq Looke heere thy shooes are both vntide Grissill kneele you and tye them Fur. Pardon me Marq. Quickely I charge you Gris. Friend you doe me wrong To let me holde my Lord in wrath so long Stand still I le kneele and tye them what I doe Furio t is done to him and not to you Tye them Fur. T is so Marq. Oh strange oh admirall patience I feare when Grissills bones sleepe in her graue The world a second Grissill nere will haue Now get you in Gris. I goe my gracious Lord Exit Marq. Didst thou not here her sigh did not one frown Contract her beautious forehead Fur. I saw none Marq. Did not one drop fal downe frō sorrowes eies To blame my heart for these her iniuries Fur. Faith not a drop I feare shee le frowne on mee For doeing mee seruice Marq. Furio that I le trie My voice may yet ore-take her Grissill Grissill Enter Grissill Fur. She comes at first call Gris. Did my Lorde call Marq. Woman I cald thee not I said this slaue was like to Grissill Grissill And must you therefore come to torture mee Nay stay here 's a companion fit for you Thou vexest me so doth this villaine to But ere the Sun to his highest throne ascend My indignation in his death shall end Gris. Oh pardone him my Lord for mercies wings Beares round about the world the fame of Kings Temper your wrath I beg it on my knee Forgiue his fault though you le not pardon mée Marq. Thanke her Fu. Thankes Madame Marq. I haue not true power To wound thée with deniall oh my Grissill How dearely should I loue thee Yea die to doe thee good but that my subiects Upbraid me with thy birth and call it base And grieue to sée thy Father and thy Brother Heau'de vp to dignities Gris. Oh cast them downe And send poore Grissill poorely home againe High Cedars fall when lowe shrubs safe remaine Exit Enter at the same doore Mario and Lepido Mari. Fetch me a cup of wine Fur. Shee s a saint sure Marq. Oh Furio now I le boast that I haue found An Angell vpon earth she shal be cround The empresse of all women Lepido Mario what was she that passed by you Both Your vertuous wife Marq. Call her not vertuous For I abhorre her did not her swolne eyes Looke red with hate or scorne did she not curse My name or Furioes name Mari. No my deare Lord Marq. For he and I raild at her spit at her I le burst her heart with sorrow for I grieue To see you grieue that I haue wrong'd my state By louing one whose basenes now I hate Enter Grissill with wine Come faster if you can forbeare Mario T is but her office what she does to mée She Shall performe to any of you three I le drinke Lep. I am glad to see her pride thus trampeled downe Marq. Now serue Mario then serue Lepido And as you bowe to me so bend to them Gris. I le not deni 't to win a diademe Mari. Your wisdome I commend that haue the power To raise or throw downe as you smile or lower Gris. Your patience I commend that can abide To heare a flatterer speake yet neuer chide Marq. Hence hence dare you controule thē whome I grace Come not within my sight Gris. I will obey And if you please nere more beholde the day Exit Marq. Furio Fur. My Lorde Marq. Watch her where she goes And marke how in her lookes this tryeall shewes Fur. I will Exit Marq. Mario Lepido I loath this Grissill As sicke men loath the bitterest potion Which the Phisitions hand holdes out to them For Gods sake frowne vpon her when she smiles For Gods sake smile for ioy to see her frowne For Gods sake scorne her call her beggers brat Torment her with your lookes your words your déedes My heart sha'l leape for ioy that her heart bleedes Wilt thou doe this Mario Mari. If you say Mario doe this I must in it obey Marq. I know you must so Lepido must you T is well but counsell me what 's best to doe How shall I please my subiects doe but speake I le doe it though Grissills heart in sunder breake Lepi. Your subiects doe repine at nothing more Then to beholde Ianicola her Father And her base brother lifted vp so high Mari. To banish them from Court were pollicie Marq. Oh rare oh profound wisedome deare Marie It foorthwith shall be done they shall not stay Though I may win by them a Kingdomes sway Exit Lep. Mario laugh at this Ma. Why so I doe Hedlong I had rather fall to miserie Then see a begger rais'd to dignitie Exeunt Enter Babulo singing with a boy after him Bab. Boy how sits my rapier la sol la sol c. Boy It hangs as euen as a chandlers beame Bab. Some of them deserue to hang vpon a beame for that euennes boy learne to give euery man his due giue the hangman his due for hee 's a necessary member Boy That 's true for he cuts of manie wicked mēbers Bab. Hee s an excellent barber he shaues most cleanly But page how dost thou like the Court Boy Prettilie and so Bab. Faith so doe I pretlie and so I am wearie of being a Courtiour Boy Boy That you cannot bee Master for you are but a Courtiers man Bab. Thou saist true thou art the Courtiers mans boy so thou art a courtier in decimo sexto in the least volume or a courtier at the third hand or a courtier by reuersion or a courtier three descents remoued or a courtier in minoritie or an vnder Courtier or a courtier in posse and I thie Master in esse Boy A posse an esse non este argumentum Master Bab. Thou hast to much wit to be so little but imitation imitation is his good Lord and Master Enter Ianicola Laureo and Furio Ian. Banisht from Count oh what haue wee misdone Lau. What haue wee done wee must bee thus disgraced Fu. I know not but you are best packe t is my Lords will and that 's law I must vncase you your best course is to fall to your owne trades Ba. Sirra what

vnto our Duke And these her children thus he sendes her home And thus he sends a serpent to deuour Their pretious liues he brings commission To hale them hence but whyther none can tell Gris. Forbeare forbeare Marq. Take them from him perforce Are these his children Ba. So she saies Marq. Two sweet Duckes and is this his wife Ba. Yes he has lyne with her Mar. A pretty soule sirra thou wilt be hang'd for this Fu. Hang thy selfe Mar. Beate him but first take these two from his armes I am a basket maker and I sweare I le dye before he beare away the babes Ba. Oh rare cry prentises and clubs the corporation cannot be sirra set downe thy baskets and to 't pell mell Fu. Would I were rid of my office Gri. What will you doe driue this rashe fellowe hence Marq. The Marquesse is a tyrant and does worng Gri. I would not for the world that hee should heare thee Mar. I would not for ten worlds but heare my Grissil Gri. A tyrant no he 's mercy euen her selfe Iustice in triumph rides in his two eyes Take héede how thou prophanest high deityes Goe Furio get thee gone good father helpe me To guard my deare Lords seruant from this place I know hée 'll doe my pretty babes no harme For see Furio lookes gently oh get thee gone Pitty sits on thy cheekes but God can tell My heart saies my tongue lyes farewell farewell Marq. Stay sirra take thy purse Fur. I let none fall Ba. Halfe part Ia. A purse of golde Furio is falne from thee Fu. It s none of mine sirra basket-maker if my armes were not full thou should haue thy handes full farewel Grissill if thou neuer see thy children more curse mee if thou dost see them againe thanke God adue Exit Ba. Farewell and be hang'd Gri. I will thanke God for all why should I grieue To loose my children no no I ought rather Reioyce because they are borne to their Father Ia. Daughter heere 's nothing in this purse but golde Ba. So much the better Master we 'll quickely turne it into siluer Ia. This purse that fellow did let fall run run Carry it him againe run Babulo Away with it t is laide to doe vs wrong Lau. Try all their golden baites stay neuer run They can doe no more wrong then they haue done Ia. What ayles my Grissill comfort my childe Ba. I le fetch Rosa solis Marq. Poore soule her griefe burnes inward yet her tung Is loath to giue it freedome I doe wrong Oh Grissill I doe wrong thee and lament That for my sake thou feel'st this languishment I came to try a seruant and a wife Both haue I prooued true that purse of golde I brought And let if fall of purpose to relieue her Well may I giue her golde that so much grieue her As I came in by stealth so I le away Ioy has a tongue but knowes not what to say Exit Gri. So father I am well I am well indeed I should doe wondrous ill should I repine At my babes losse for they are none of mine Ia. I am glad thou tak'st this wound so patiently Ba. Whoope whether is my brother basket-maker gone ha let me see I smell a rat sneakt hence and neuer take leaue eyther hee 's a craftie knaue or else hee dogs Furio to byte him for when a quarrell enters into a trade it serues seauen yeares before it be free Ia. Let him be whome he will he seem'd our friend Grissill lay vp this golde t is Furioes sure Or it may be thy Lord did giue it him To let it fall for thee but keep it safe If he disdaine to loue thee as a wife His golde shall not buy foode to nourish thee Grissill come in time swiftly runs away The greatest sorrow hath an ending day Exeunt Enter Gwenthyan and Rice she meanely he like a Cooke Gwen. Rees lay her table and set out her fittailes and preades and wines and ale and peare and salt for her guesse Ri. Yes forsooth my Lady but what shal I do with all yonder beggers Gwe. Send out the peggers into her Lady goe Ri. How the beggers in wee shall haue a louzie feast Madame Exit Rees Gwen. You rascals prate no more but fetch them in shall pridle Sir Owen a good teale well enough is warrant her Sir Owen is gone to bid her cozen Marquesse and a meiny to dyne at her house but Gwenthyan shall kiue her dinner I warrant her for peggers shall haue all her meate Enter Rees with a company of beggers a Table is set with meate Ri. Come my hearts troope troope euery man follow his leader heere 's my Lady All God blesse your Ladiship God blesse your Ladiship Gwen. I thang you my good peggers Rees pring stooles sid awl downe Rees pring more meate Ri. Heere Madame I le set it on tak 't off who will Beg. Let vs alone for that my Lady shall we scramble or eate mannerly Gwen. Peggers I hobe haue no manners but first heare me pray you now and then fall to out a crie Beg. Peace heare my Lady Iacke-mumble-crust steale no penny loaues Gwen. Peggers awl you know Sir Owen All Passing well passing well God blesse his worship 1 Beg. Madame we know him as well as a begger knowes his dish Gwe. Awl these fittels is made for Cozen Marquesse Sir Owen is gone to fedge him but Sir owen has anger her Ladie 1 Beg. More shame for him hee 's not a Knight but a knitter of caps for it Gwe. Sir Owen has anger her Lady and therfore her Lady is anger Sir Owen 1 Beg. Make him a cuckolde Madame and vpon that I drinke to you helter skelter here roagues top and top gallant pell mell huftie tuftie hem God saue the Duke and a fig for the hangman Gwen. Rees fedge wine and peares enough and fall to pegger and eate awl her shéere and tomineere see you now pray doe A drunken feast they quarrel and grow drunke and pocket vp the meate the dealing of Cannes like a set a Mawe Exit Rees Gwe. Nay I pray peggers be quiet tag your meates you haue trinkes enough I see and get you home nowe good peggers 1 Beg. Come your roagues le ts goe tag and rag cut and long taile I am victualed for a month God bo'y Madame pray God Sir owen and you may fall out euery day Is there any harme in this now hey tri-lill giue the dog a loafe fill the tother pot you whoore God saue the Duke Exeunt Gwe. I thang you good peggers ha ha this is fine spord by God is haue peggers eate her fittales all day long Enter Sir Owen and Rees Ow. Where is the sheere Rees Cods plude where Ri. I beseech you sir be patient I tell you the beggers haue it Owen Wad a pogs is doe with peggers wad is peggers do at Knights house Is peggers Sir Owens guesse Rees Ri. No Sir Owen they