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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
prince_n	law_n	power_n	sovereign_a	3,887	5	9.6410	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A61310	The step-mother a tragi-comedy acted with great aplause at the theatre in Little Lincolns-Inne-Fields by His Highness the Duke of York's servants.	Stapylton, Robert, Sir, d. 1669.	1664 (1664)	Wing S5261; ESTC R14195	41,954	104

you may subdue If you fight well but for your fancy'd Conquest Of Caesarina let me undeceive you 'T is true I have declar'd for Sovereignty The Title of a Queen I dote upon But if you offer'd me a Crown I should Refuse it as Gold poison'd by the giver Pon. Fly Brianella and relieve my daughter She comes off bravely tell her I and Adolph Stay for her bid one call my Generall Exeunt Pon. Ad. and Bri. Fil. Will you not love then I 'l revenge you hatred Cae. Do revenge Fil. On my self I feel my Spirits Like those the Chymist is extracting search Their brittle prison with a hope to find Some Vent and then to fly into the Wind. Cae. In that point you may use your own discretion Enter Brianella Bri. Madam your Mother 's in the Sicamor-Walk Cae. I shall attend her Exit Caesarina Enter Fromund Bri. I 'l stay and get newes aside Out of my Servant He whispers Fi●amor Fro. Tetrick w●its you Sir With modells for a Mask he has already Made your Witch-maker's Prophesie I 'l play A Witch Tetrick will be a Conjurer ●assus the Bard and we 'l shew your weak Father What a pernitious Wife he doates upon Exit Filamor What a●les he now that he has lost his tongue Has not the Princess vex'd him Fri. Yes indeed Fro. And will not vo● vex me so Bri. No indeed For you love me you say Fro. I 'l swear it Madam Bri. What will not men swear but swear your heart out You never shall swear me out of my Reason Fro. Reason I warrant Tetrick reads to you The Mathematicks you think nothing certain But D●monstration Bri. Is Proof Demonstration Nothing but Proof is certain Fro. Kisse me then And we will prove that One and Two make Three Bri. I will not two and three pray leave your ●ooling Fro. In ser●ou● earne●t I would marry you Bri. Meaning my Fortune Fro. Meaning Brianella Without a Portion you 'r a Fortune Madam Bri. Thou art a flatt'ring Knave I doubt Fro. Resolve Your self please to lay your Commands upon me Bri. I 've no Commands for you but I 've some Questions Fro. Which if I answer not Bri. You 'l hold your peace How many Duells did you fight at Rome Fro. But one Bri. Answer me like a Gentleman Was 't for your Mistris Fro. It concern'd You Madam Bri. How do you look when you lie Fro. Not You alone But joyn'd with all our noble British Beauties Whose Honour a base Roman had traduc'd Bri. You kill'd him Pro. Your Cause slew him by my hand Bri. Modestly spoke Had you no hurt Fro. He prickt An Artery which pos'd th' Italian Surgeons Bri. Since you your self have study'd Surgery Fro. Would all Gentlemen spent their time no worse I have found out some Secrets Bri. You 've a Powder VVhat do you call 't Fro. The Sympathetick Powder Bri. Wil 't cure the Tooth-ake Fro. Presently try Madam Bri. No it may prov● Love-Pouder then t will cause The Heart-ake in spight of my own and Love's teeth I 'l k●ep my heart whole Now to my last Quaere What design has your Charge upon the Princess I see in thy sweet looks there is some plotting Fro. Plotting of Masks Bri. Plotting of Knavery But I shall know 't my Lady will tell me And she 'l know 't if there be a Witch in Britain Fr● What is thy Lady going to the Devill But let her go for ther●'s other way To sound the bo●tom of Prince Filamor He 's forty ●athom deep below my plummit She goes to a wisewoman Bri. No she means To go to a Wiseman to the VVitch-maker The Bard who came last night into a Cave In our VVoods you shall bring me to the Bard Fro. Fie the Bard sings only to Princes Ears His Prentices VVitches and Conjurers Answer Great Ladies I 'l commend you to Th' old Witch that deals in Palmistry but then I 'l be your husband Bri. VVho shall be my husband The VVitch must tell me Fro. And that Witch I 'l be Exit Fromund Enter Pontia Adolph and Caesarina Po● I live again my Children ar● be●ome The●r Mother's Parents when thou my dear Adolph Look'dst with the ●yes of pious rage and scorn Upon the Sacriledg of Filamor Who without leave from me durst court thy Sister Then my Soul clos'd in your dead Father's Urne Sprung from his ashes but when Caesarina Stood the temptation of a Showre of Gold Such as the Poets dream'd not of a Crown Offer'd her by a Prince wise young and handsome But yet my Enemy then I felt the joys Of Immortality to see my self Mother to a Beauty born to revenge me Upon a Villain Ad. Villain then Fame is Pon. Filamor's Fool. Before he went to Rom● Filamor had the art of coz'ning Fame For with a Rebels Impudence he mask't Foul Treasons under fair and specious Names The disimpowering me to rule my Husband An affront not to be forgiv'n he call'd Friendship to Adolph Love to Caesarina He 's now return'd improv'd in Villany Therefore t is time he went a longer Voy●ge Ad. And whether will you send him now Pon. To Hell Nor shall he go so far alone his Father Sylvanus And his Sister Violinda Shall bear him Company th' indignity He would have put on me shall ruine him And his whole Family I did not think When this Match with Sylvanus was first treated Occasion durst be giv'n but I resolv'd It should be taken for I that was born A Prince and no mean Beauty certainly Would never have bury'd my self alive In the cold Grave of an Old Prince's Bed But to rise up with his Crown on my head The principality of Verulam Which I am marry'd to I 'l joyn to that Of Malden which is my Inheritance Cae. But Madam is this Justice Pon. Give me Pow'r Let honest men that go to Law have Justice Sub●ects may plead th●ir Titles Princes must Dispute what 's Advantageous not what 's Just A Crown he merits who piles Tow'r on Tow'r To scale the Stars and ri●●le Soveraign Pow'r But he that puts himself into a fright With empty sounds meer Terms of Wrong and Rights Is sitter when his Conscience checks at them To wear a Mitre then a Diadem Enter Crispus Caepito ●ra●●hus and Sergius B●i Madam my Lord General Po● My Lord Are not our Orders s●nt away to Malde● That I see your Lieutennant-General ●ere Crisp●● Yes●erday your Expr●ss came to his hand In Malde● ●●pi●● Pres●ntly I hors'd the Foot We march'd all night and by the break of da● I brought your Army into Barnet-Woods Whic● is within a League of Verulam Wh●re s●fe and undiscover'd they are lodg'd Till my Lord General C●ispus please to come Pon. Capito you 've been active in my Servic● Our thanks is but th' earnest of your reward Ha! w●o are these Cri. Two of my Life-Guard Pon. Britains Cri. No Madam Roman Gladiators Sword-men We call them Masters of Defence Pon. Stout-men Cap.