Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	die_v	young_a	youth_n	44	3	7.6791	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A42281	Il pastor fido The faithfull shepherd : a pastorall / written in Italian by Baptista Guarini, a Knight of Italie ; and now newly translated out of the originall.; Pastor fido. English	Guarini, Battista, 1538-1612.; Fanshawe, Richard, Sir, 1608-1666.	1647 (1647)	Wing G2174; ESTC R9373	96,280	240

likewise Swains that shew your selves no lesse Devout then they your voyces all unite And once again invoke the Queen of Night Ch. Sh. Sol's Sister Daughter of great Iupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere To the blind world Mont. Now shepherds and my servants all Withdraw your selves and come not till I call Valiant young man who to bestow upon Another life abandonest thine owne Die with this comfort For a puffe of breath Which by the abject spirit is call'd death Thou buy'st Eternity and when the tooth Of envious Time consuming the world's youth Millions of lesser names devoured hath Then thou shalt live the pattern of true faith But for the Law commands that thou shouldst die A silent Sacrifice before thou ply Thy knee to earth if thou wouldst ought deliver Speak and hereafter hold thy peace for ever Mir. Father for though thou kill me yet I must Give thee that name My body to the dust Whereof'twas made and kneaded up I give My Soule to her in whom alone I live But if she die as she hath vow'd of me What part alas will then surviving be How sweet will death be unto me if I In mine owne person not in hers may die And if he merit pity at his death Who for meer pity now resignes his breath Take care deer Father of her life that I Wing'd with that hope t' a better life may fly Let my Fate rest at my destruction Stop at my ruine but when I am gone Let my divorced soul in her survive Although from her I was divorc'd alive Mont. Scarcely can I refrain from weeping now O our mortality how frail art thou Son be of comfort for I promise thee I will perform all thou desir'st of me Here 's my hand on 't and solemnly I swear Ev'n by this Miter'd head Mir. Then vanish fear And now for the most faithfull soul make room For Amarillis unto thee I come With the sweet name of Amarillis I Close up my mouth and silent kneel to die Mont. Now sacred Ministers the Rites begin With liquid odoriferous Gumms keep in The flame and strowing frank incense and mirrhe Whole clouds of perfume to the Gods preferre Cho. Sh. Sol's Sister Daughter of great Iupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere To the blind world Scena quarta CARINO MONTANO NICANDRO MIRTILLO Chorus of Shepherds Car. DId ever man so many houses view And the inhabitants thereof so few But see the cause If I mistake me not They 're gotten all together here O what A troop how rich how solemn It is sure Some Sacrifice Mont. Give me the golden Ewre With the red wine Nicandro Nic. There Mont. So may Soft pity in thy brest revive to day By this unguilty blood Goddesse divine As by the sprinkling of these drops of wine This pale and dying flame revives Set up The golden Ewre Reach mee the silver cup. So may the burning wrath he quencht which in Thy brest was kindled by a false Maid's sinne As with this water powr'd out like our tears I quench this flame Car. 'T's a Sacrifice but where 's The offering Mont. Now all 's prepar'd there lacks Onely the fatall stroak Lend me the Axe Car. I see a thing unlesse my eyes mistake Like a man kneeling this way with his back Is he the offering 'T is so Ah wretch And o're his head the Priest his hand doth stretch O my poor Country after all these years Is not Heav'ns wrath yet quencht with blood and tears Ch. Sh. Sol's Sister Daughter of great Iupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere To the blind world Mont. Revengefull Goddesse who a private fault With publick rod dost punish Thou hast thought Fit so to doe and so in the Abysse Of Providence eternall fixt it is Since faithlesse Lucrin's tainted blood was thought For thy nice Iustice too impure a draught Carouse the guiltlesse blood then of this Swain By me now at thy Altar to be slain A willing Sacrifice and to his Lasse As true a Lover as Aminta was Ch. Sh. Sol's Sister Daughter of great Iupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere To the blind world Mont. Ah how my brest with pity now relents What sudden numnesse fetters every sense I ne're was so before To lift this Axe My hands lack strength and my heart courage lacks Car. I 'le see the wretches face and so be gone For such dire sights I cannot look upon Mont. Perhaps the Sun though setting will not look On humane Sacrifice and I am strook Therefore with horrour Shepherd change thy place And to the Mountain turn thy dying face So now 't is well Car. Alas what gaze I at Is 't not my Son Is 't not Mirtillo that Mon. Now I can do 't Car. 'T is he Mon. And aim my blow Car. Hold sacred Minister what dost thou do Mont. Nay thou profane rash man how dar'st thou thus Impose a sacrilegious hand on us Car. O all my joy Mirtillo I ne're thought Mon. Avant old man that dot'st or art distraught Car. T' imbrace thee in this sort Mont. Avant I say It is not lawfull impure hands to lay Upon things sacred to the gods Car. 'T was they That sent me to this place Mont. Nicandro stay We 'l hear him and then let him go his way Car. Ah courteous Minister before thy hand Upon the life of this young man descend Tell me but why he dyes This I implore By that Divinitie thou dost adore Mon. By such a Goddesse thou conjur'st me that I should be impious to deny But what Concerns it thee Car. More then thou dost suppose Mon. Because to die he for another chose Car. Then I will die for him O take in stead Of his this old already tott'ring head Mon. Thou rav'st friend Car. Why am I deni'd that now Which unto him was granted Mon. Because thou A stranger art Car. And if I should prove none What then Mon. Although thou shouldst it were all one Because he cannot be exchang'd again Who for another in exchange was ta'ne But who art thou if thou no stranger be Thy habit speaks thee not of Arcadie Car. Yet am I an Arcadian Mont. I did ne're See thee before to my remembrance here Car. My name 's Carino I was born hard by This wretche's Father who is now to die Mont. Hence hence lest through thy fond paternal love Our Sacrifice should vain and fruitlesse prove Car. O if thou wert a Father Mont. I am one I and the Father of an onely Son A tender Father too yet if this were My Silvio's head by Silvio's head I swear I would as forward be to do to his What I must do to this For no man is Worthy this sacred Robe but he that can For publick good put off the private man Car. Yet let me kisse him ' ere he die Mon. Nor touch Car. O mine own flesh and blood art thou so much A tyrant to me