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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	eye_n	full_a	great_a	370	4	2.1558	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A51504	The novelty every act a play : being a short pastoral, comedy, masque, tragedy, and farce, after the Italian manner : as it is acted at the new-theatre in Little Lincolns Inn-Fields, by His Majesties servants / written by Mr. Motteux and other hands.	Motteux, Peter Anthony, 1660-1718.	1697 (1697)	Wing M2958; ESTC R36606	52,390	65

Neighbour of ours without says he has a Bargain for your Worship Pan. What at this time of Night Bid him come in tho' Exit Nicholas It must be some good Bargain by the Hour 't is brought at Aside Re-enter Nicholas with a large parcel of Plate up in a Cloth Nic. He won't be seen Sir but here 's a parcel of Silver-Plate he wish'd me to bring you Pan. Leave it and tell him I thank him Nic. Not so fast Robin I bring it to be sold Man Why there 's enough of it to buy a score of Lordships and debauch a whole County Pan. Sold But where 's there Mony to buy it Nic. opens the Cloth and Pan. looks on 't during a good part of the Scene Nic. Thus it is now with these Mony-mongers They 'll all tell you there 's no Mony yet they 're always laying out Pan. Hark you your Ear Was it stolen For then I must give accordingly Nic. No mary wa'nt it 'T was my Neighbour's old Master 's such another old Thief as your Worship He damn'd himself to get and his Heir wants to sell it to buy Earthen Ware I think Pan. Oh! if 't is a young Heirs he 'll afford as good a Pennyworth as if 't were stolen A prudent Age Men part with their solid Metal to purchase brittle Earth What do you ask for 't Nic. Cheap enough Threescore and two Pence an Ounce Pan. Is that cheap Nic. Ay mary is it Some wou'd give Threescore and ten yet can't get enough on 't Pan. Ay but we Men of Mony know better Things Come I 'll give you Fifty Crowns for 't all at a Lump Nic. Why I cou'd have more at the Mint Pantalone ties up the Plate again in the Cloth Nic. Ay but when my Friend Nic. When Why not to Night 't is somewhat of the latest but after to Morrow Good by t'yee Going Pan. Come back I 'll give you Thirty Pistols for 't Nic. No I 'll take no less than Forty Pan. Come then I 'll advance Six-pence Nic. Keep your single Sice to buy a Halter I 'll take no less than Fourscore Crowns Pan. Well come back and take ' em This Fellow 's a Fool and takes much less in Silver than I bid him in Gold Aside Here 's the Mony Gives him Mony Nic. Ay but where 's my Pair of Gloves Don't I know there 's no good Jobb got now-a-days but the Procurer gets a Spel Pan. Ay a Peasecods on 't That sometimes amounts to half on both sides As. Come I 'll give thee I 'll give thee Nic. What will you gi' me Pan. Thanks And that 's more than some will give for a good Turn Nic. Farewel and be Hang'd that 's twice Go'd buy Goes towards the Door and changes the Cloth and the Plate for a Cloth just like it full of Earthen Ware so dextrously that the Audience cannot perceive it Pan. Come there 's a Crown for thee Nic. A Crown I 'll have Forty in one Word or you shan't have it Pan. Forty Nic. Ay now I bargain for my self Man Pan. Hang it Come take 'em here 's the whole Sum. Gives him the Mony Nic. And there 's the whole Plate Gives him the Bundle Exit Nic. Pan. What lumping Bargain 's we get now Mony 's scarce Let 's see mine again That 's half the Pleasure of an Usurer Sure 't is worth above six hundred Crowns He opens the Cloth and finds it full of course Earthen Ware Bless me Do I see or no No sure I Dream No but I don't Oh! this is another of the Devil's Tricks I 'm undone I 'll hang my self strait to avoid Shame and Sorrow Enter Cynthio like an Infernal Deity Cyn. Hold Mortal Behold Mammon that dread Power that makes Men great the God thou serv'st and worship'st I 'll now make up thy Loss ten thousand Fold Some Fiends set on by Cynthio have this Night disturb'd and threaten'd thee but fear 'em not I 'm their Superiour and will make them serve thee For what withstands Almighty Mammon's Power I 'll force 'em now to fill this Chest with Gold But they 're of dismal Shapes and their Sight hurtful then turn thy Back and as thou lov'st thy Life or dearer Wealth till they 've perform'd my Will cast not an Eye this way When thrice thou' rt call'd then turn see wonder and still serve Great Mammon Pan. Dread Mammon I obey and if I turn before may I then lose whatever I have here Cyn. Spirits of Earth and Fire appear Swift as Thought Great Mammon's here Take this Chest and all that 's in it And here return it in a Minute As full of Gold As it can hold Enter Two Men drest like Devils 1 Devil Shall we for want of Time to make it At the Bank of Venice take it Cyn. No you must not lest you break it 1 Devil Shall we to that of London run Cyn. No much of its Gold is gone 1 Devil To Amsterdam we 'll fly with Speed Cyn. Ay There you 'll find enough indeed But kept so close you scarce wou'd speed Fly to Cales there like silly Elves They get it but keep none themselves 1 Devil Swifter than Sight we fly through Air And in a moment will be there Exeunt Cynthio and Devils with the Chest. Pan. Well I 'm made for ever My Lord Mammon is like all the World and is kindest to those that keep Mony by them and I 'll keep mine so that 't is not not Forty in the Hundred Discount shall decoy me to part with it I 've a great Mind to turn and make my Court to the Spirits that they may bring me more hereafter But I must not Wou'd they were come Methinks they out-stay their Time What if this damn'd Fiend that haunts me has chang'd Shapes to plague me more What need they have taken the Chest There my Deeds are and ten thousand Ducats Oh! I 'm in a cold Sweat Shall I look back What shall I do Enter Nicholas Nic. Oh! here 's the old Craven dares not go to Roost without me He sleeps standing I 'll call him Master Signore Pantalone Pan. Oh! I beg Great Mammon's Pardon They are come Nic. Why Signore Pantalone Pan. Hah I 've been called twice Nic. Hey Signore Pantalone Pan. Now do I turn to look on my Gold and thank Great Mammon Falls on his Knees before Nicholas e're he sees him then seeing him is startled Hah Nic. Nay why d' you kneel to me for I a'n't your God-father Pan. Where 's my Chest my Mony my Deeds Nic. Nay the Devil and you know best Pan. Undone Ruin'd Let me curse my self into the Ground for I ha'n't enough left to bury me Run Cry Ride charge a Constable with them Nic. With whom With the Devil Pan. Run to a Conjurer Cast a Figure I 'll have it again tho' he has me for 't Stay I 'll be reveng'd on my self Get me some Poyson Nic. How much Sir We buy it of