Selected quad for the lemma: son_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
son_n	husband_n	sister_n	wife_n	31,415	5	10.2119	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19755	The bloodie banquet A tragedie. By T.D.	T. D.; Drue, Thomas, fl. 1616-1653, attributed name.; Barker, Thomas, fl. 1620, attributed name.; Davenport, Robert, fl. 1623, attributed name.; Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632, attributed name.; Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627, attributed name.	1639 (1639)	STC 6181; ESTC S109199	32,489	60

and faith Lady say If you should meete that worst of villaines here That Treacher Monster what would you attempt Que. His speedy death I should forget all mercy Had I but meanes fully to expresse my vengeance Lap. You would not Queene Que. No by these Infants teares That weepe for hunger I would throughly doe 't Lap. See yonder he comes Que. Oh where Lap. Here take my sword Are you yet constant shame your Sex and be so will you do 't Que. I see him not Lap. Strike him through his guilt and trechery And let him see the horrors of his perjur'd soule Are you ready Que. Pray let me see him first Puls off his false beard and kneeles Lap. You see him now now do 't Que. Lapirus Oh fortunate revenge now all thy villanies Shall be at once requited thy countries ruine The King thy Vncles sorrow my owne miseries Shall at this minute all one vengeance meete Alas he doth submit prayes and relents Who could wish more none made from woman can Small glory 't were to kill a kneeling man When he in penitent sighes his soule commends Thou send'st him to the Gods thy selfe to th' fiends But hearken to thy piteous Infants cryes And th' are for vengeance peace then now he dyes Ingratefull woman he delivered thee From ravishment canst thou his murthresse be What 's riches to thy honours that rare treasure Which worlds redeeme not yet t is lost at pleasure Kill him that preserv'd that and in thy rescue His noble rage so manfully behav'd Rise rise he that repents is ever sav'd Lap. Will misery yet a longer life afford To see a Queene so poore not worth her word Que. I am better than my word my word was death Lap. Man's nere past griefe till he be past his breath Que. I pardon all Lapyrus Lap. Doe not do 't Que. And onely to one penance I enjoyne thee For all thy faults past while we here remaine Within this Forrest this thy taske shall bee To procure succour to my Babes and me Lap. And if I faile may the earth swallow me Que. Th' art now growne good here could I ever dwell Were the old King my husband safe and well Exeunt Scene 4. Enter Tymethes and Zenarchus Zen. Come come drive away these fits faith I le have thee merry Tym. As your son and heire at his fathers funerall Zen. Thou seest my sister constantly affects thee Tym. There were no mirth nor musicke else for me Zen. Sir in this Castle the old King my father Ore-worne with jealousie keepes his beauteous wife I thinke thou never saw'st her Tym. No not I Zen. Why then thy judgements fresh I le visite her On purpose for thy censure Tym. I speake my affection Zen. Nay on my knowledge she 's worth Jealousie Enter Roxano Though Jealousie be farre unworthy a King Rox. My lov'd Lord Zen. How cheares the Queene they whisper Tym. Have I not seene this fellow before now He has an excellent presence for a Pander I know not his office Zen. Vse those words to her Rox. They shall be us'd my Lord and any thing That comes to using let it come to me Exit Tym. What 's he Zenarchus Zen. Who Roxano a fellow in great trust Elected by my fathers jealousie But he and all the rest attend upon her I thinke would turne hēr Panders for rēward For t is not watch nor ward keepes woman chast If honours watch in her mind be not plac't Tym. Right Oracle what gaine hath Iealousie Fruitlesse suspition sighes ridiculous groanes Hunger and lust will breake through flesh and stonēs And like a whirle-winde blowes ope Castle dores Italian padlockes Zen. What mad Lords are your jealous people then That lockes their wives from all men but their men Make them their keepers to prevent some greater So oft it happens to the poores releefe Keepers eate Venison when their Lords eate Beefe Enter young Queene with a booke in her hand See see she comes Tim Honour of beauty there mans wishēs rise Grace and perfection lighten from her eyes Amazement is shot through me Zen. T is Tymethes Lady sonne to the banish'd King Que. Is this he Zen. It is sweete Lady Que. I never knew the force of a desire Vntill this minute strucke within my blood I feare one looke was destin'd to undoe me Zen. Why Tymethes friend Tym. Ha Zen. A Courtier and forget your first weapon goe and salute our Lady Mother Que. He makes towards us y' are Prince Tymethes so I understand Tym. The same unfortunate most gracious Lady Supreamest of your Sexe in all perfections Que. Sir y' are forgetfull this is no place for Courtship Nor we a subject for 't returne to your friend Tym. All hopes kild in their blossome Que. Too cruelly in faith I put him by Wine for our sonne Zenarchus t was done kindly Enter Roxano with wine You sonne and our best Visitant Zen. Duty bindes me Que. Begin to me Zenarchus I le have 't so Tym. Why then there 's hope she le take occasion To drinke to me she hath no meanes t' avoyd it Que. I le prevent all loose thoughts drinke to my selfe Drinkes and gives Roxano the Cup. My minde walkes yonder but suspect walkes here Tym. The divell 's on that side and engrosses all Smiles favours common curtesies none can fall But he has a snatch at them not drinke to me Que. Make you yon stranger drinke Rox. offers it him Tym. Pox of 't not I Que. I speake strange words against my fantasie Len. Prithee Tymethes drinke Tym. I am not dry Zen. I thinke so too dry and so young 't were strange Come prithee drinke to the Queene my mother Tym. You shall rule me unto that beauteous Majesty Que. Thanks noble sir I must be wary my mind 's dangerous I le pledge you anon sir Gives Roxano the Cup Tym. Hart how contempt ill fortune does pursue Not drinke nor pledge what was she borne to doe I le stay no longer least I get that flame Which nothing but cold death can quench or tame Zenarchus come Exit Zen. I goe musick of minde to the Queene Que. To you no lesse Zen. And all that you can wish or I expresse Exit Que. Thankes to our sonne Th' other tooke leave in silence but left me To speake enough both for my selfe and thee Tymethes that 's his name poore heart take heede Looke well into th' event ere thou proceede Love yet be wise impossible none can If ere the wise man claime one foolish houre T is when he loves he 's then in follies power I neede not feare the servants that ore-watch mē Their faiths lye in my Coffers in effect More true to me then to my Lords suspect The feares and dangers that most threaten me Live in the party that I must enjoy And that 's Tymethes men are apt to boast He may in full cups blaze and vaunt himselfe Vnto some meaner Mistresse make my shame The politique Engine to