Selected quad for the lemma: son_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
son_n	brother_n	sister_n	wife_n	57,154	5	9.8443	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07971	Covent Garden a pleasant comedie: acted in the yeare, MDCXXXII. By the Queenes Majesties Servants. The author Thomas Nabbes.	Nabbes, Thomas, 1605?-1645?	1638 (1638)	STC 18339; ESTC S113044	38,539	82

first kisse your hand Dorot. My lip being too unworthy Tong. I take my leave Madame Lady Farewell Mistris Tongall Sir Gen. Son schoole your Sister Come with me Wife Ex. Y. Wor. Sister I can but wonder much that you Should make your selfe the object of their Courtship Who beare perhaps but th' empty names of Gentlemen Without the reall fulnesse Doroth. What meane you Brother by this introduction Y. Wor. Sister to take the priviledge of discretion And schoole your ignorant courtesie that upon The shadowes and appearances of Men Confer your favours Dorot. Brother you may pretend your love In this distrust but 't is an ill expression Thinke not my judgement subject to such weaknesse That I can build a faith on Complements Or with rash passion run into an error Nothing but knowne desert shall tye my thoughts To a staid liking if I may distinguish it And when my choice is fixt it shall be such As your fraternall love must not dispute Y. Wor. Sister my counsel 's milde Nor would I have you violent in defence Of a suspected folly Guilt is aptest To make excuse But if your resolution Be bent thus wilfully to persist in actions Of fear'd dishonour be assur'd my Spirit Shall rage with such an anger playes ne're painted Dorot. Dishonour Brother I have a spirit too That scornes as much an Act of foule dishonour As you or any Masculine pretender To noble Vertues Guilt is aptest still To be suspitious If a maid be free In her discourse and courteous entertainment She straight is censur'd But let a man appeare Stuck full of apish Courtship light inconstant As talkative as Parrats that are taught A voyces imitation one that courts Every tam'd beauty with a seeming zeale As if his soules devotion were restrain'd Onely to her Divinitie this man 's call'd A well-bred complementall Gentleman Mens greatest follies if compar'd with ours Are vertues fit for our imitation Y. Wor. Sister your Satyr smart's not The lashes reach not me Dorot. They are but suppositions Brother And pray suppose the Gentleman that seem'd To court my beauty were indeed a man Not guilded imperfections one whose words Were full of weighty judgement not mere sound Whose reall vertues did beget an envie Perhaps an emulation in all others And from the freedome of his richer minde He gave himselfe and them to be my servants What gratitude in me might equall this Y. Wor. I know you are free And rather then a complementall servant Should be discourag'd in his serious wantonnesse You 'l give it countenance to make him bold In 's amorous pursuit perhaps to th' impudence Of a lascivious charge upon your modestie Because you scorne ingratitude Dorot. Brother did not the ties Of love and nature check my forward aptnesse I 'de tell you y' are not noble and suspect Whether your mind hold that derivative goodnesse Which generous bloud communicates to suspect Her resolute constancie whom you call Sister Thinke not your being a man prerogative To be the onely Counsellor in manners Brother though to your person I am partiall Through confidence of your appearing vertue The generall vices noted in your sexe Such as with publique ostentation You glory to be guiltie of which in Our very thoughts raise blushes Y. Wor. Sister no more Leaving these circumstantiall arguments Pray let a Fathers care and Brothers love Commend him first whom you intend for Husband You 'l finde us tyrants else Nature is kind But if provokt she hath a Tygers mind I le finde him out and satisfie my selfe How farre he is deserving Goes forth by the middle Scene Dorot. How is our weaknes trodden and insulted on By these imperious men Aid me resolves Against their threats and counsels unlesse grounded On stronger reasons then suspition As the pure Oare refin'd exceeds in value Treble proportions of the courser drosse So true desert in Man an outward glosse Goes forth by the middle Scoene Act. 3. Scoen. 1. Enter DOROTHY and SVSAN in the BALCONE Susan Come Mris Dorothy here 's a Moone would make a great bellied uman long for greene cheefe Me thinks 't is pleasant taking the ayre by Moone-shine Dorot. But 't is not so healthfull The night infects the ayre with unwholsome vapours Susan A figg for these Physicall observations I have knowne a Doctors prescriptions cast down a Gentleuman for three quarters of a yeare But if ever I lie under any of them for the greene sicknes Dorot. Fie upon thee Susan Why I doe not meane naughtines But what doe you thinke made me so earnest to have you hither Doroth. Some wanton humour You have drunke a cup of Sacke and want a handsome Gentleman to bee in love with Susan No such matter I le not drinke a drop more till towards supper I brought you to see a Duell Doroth. Blesse me betwixt whom Susan My Ladies Gentle-man and Mr. Warrant Doroth. They are unequally weapon'd Mr. Spruce though hee be a Tailor weares a the foolish rime runs in my head I had almost said a dagger but 't is a sword and my Fathers Clerke hath onely his inkhorne Susan And that 's a terrible one But I saw the Cutler bring him a sword I saw it naked which was enough to fright many a gentleuman I saw him trie it on a bar of iron in the kitchin and many more fearfull preparations Dorot. But will not you prevent them Susan By no means unlesse there were more danger 'T will be mirth for this twelve-month if our eyes through this imperfect Moone-light can but reach the sight of them What confident daring will be betwixt them at some great distance Dorot. And what 's their quarrell Susan The love of a Gentleuman I assure you Dorot. Your selfe perhaps Susan No otherwise indeed My beauty is the object of their valour The Combatants will enter presently The Knight of the Inkhorne and the Knight of the Spanish Needle Doro. Both affecting the Lady of the Closet But Mris. Secretary what if my Lady Mothers Chamber-maid and Ioane in the Kitchen were here Susan For you to make them Ladies as you have done me Indeed they might serve by Moone-light the day perhaps would discover a greasie Gentry Dorot. Fie now you forget your selfe Susan 'T is ordinary for a waiting-Gentleuoman but newly made a Lady to forget her selfe But see I am prevented from proceeding Let us observe The second Scoene Enter WARRANT and a little after him SPRVCE by the middle SCOENE Warr. 'T is a good sword it cost me two pieces No matter Many a mans death hath cost more at the Physitians Who would be affraid to kill a man when hee is sure of his pardon Dorot. Hee is now in some deepe meditation of your beautie Susan See Mistris there 's the other Spruce That sure is Warrant I 'le goe this way It shall never be said I went after a man to kill him though I am confident Mistris Secretary will begg me Dorot. They goe contrary wayes Wee shall