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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	father_n	heart_n	son_n	17,006	5	5.6134	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57764	The witch of Edmonton a known true story / composed into a tragi-comedy by divers well-esteemed poets, William Rowley, Thomas Dekker, John Ford, &c.	Rowley, William, 1585?-1642?; Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632.; Ford, John, 1586-ca. 1640.	1658 (1658)	Wing R2097; ESTC R1276	42,671	70

a Villain A Devil like a Man VVherein have I Offended all the Powers so much to be Father to such a graceless godless Son Frank To me Sir this O my cleft heart O. Thor. To thee Son of my curse Speak truth and blush thou monster Hast thou not married Winnifride a Maid Was fellow-servant with thee Fra. Some swift spirit Has blown this news abroad I must out-face it O. Thor. D' you study for excuse why all the country Is full on 't Fra. With your license 't is not charitable I am sure it is not fatherly so much To be o'resway'd with credulous conceit Of meer impossibilities But Fathers Are priviledg'd to think and talk at pleasure O. Thor. Why canst thou yet deny thou hast no wife Frank What do you take me for an Atheist One that nor hopes the blessedness of life Hereafter neither fears the vengeance due To such as make the Marriage-bed an Inne VVhich Travellers day and night After a toylsome lodging leave at pleasure Am I become so insensible of losing The glory of Creations work My soul O I have liv'd too long O. Thor. Thou hast dissembler Darest thou persevere yet and pull down wrath As hot as flames of hell to strike thee quick Into the Grave of horror I believe thee not Get from my sight Fran. Sir though mine innocence Needs not a stronger witness then the cleerness Of an unperish'd conscience yet for that I was enform'd how mainly you had been Possess'd of this untruth To quit all scruple Please you peruse this Letter 't is to you O. Thor. From whom Fran. Sir Arthur Clarington my Master O. Thor. Well Sir Fran. On every side I am distracted Am waded deeper into mischief then vertue can avoid But on I must Fate leads me I will follow There you read what may confirm you O. Thor. Yes and wonder at it Forgive me Frank Credulity abus'd me My tears express my joy and I am sorry I injur'd innocence Frank Alas I knew your rage and grief proceeded from your love to me so I conceiv'd it O. Thor. My good Son I 'll bear with many faults in thee hereafter Bear thou with mine Frank The peace is soon concluded Enter Old Carter O. Cart. VVhy Mr. Thorney d' ye mean to talk out your dinner the Company attends your coming What must it be Mr. Frank or Son Frank I am plain Dunstable O. Thor. Son Brother if your Daughter like to have it so Frank I dare be confident she 's not alter'd From what I left her at our parting last Are you fair Maid Sus. You took too sure possession Of an engaged heart Frank Which now I challenge O. Cart. Marry and much good may it do thee Son Take her to thee Get me a brace of Boys at a burthen Frank The nursing shall not stand thee in a pennyworth of Milk Reach her home and spare not VVhen 's the day O. Thor. To morrow if you please To use ceremony Of charge and custome were to little purpose Their loves are married fast enough already O. Cart. A good motion VVe 'll e'en have an houshold Dinner and let the Fiddlers go scrape Let the Bride and Bridegroom dance at night together no matter for the Guests To morrow Sue to morrow Shall 's to Dinner now O. Thor. VVe are on all sides pleas'd I hope Sus. Pray Heaven I may deserve the blessing sent me Now my heart is settled Frank So is mine O. Cart. Your Marriage-money shall be receiv'd before your VVedding-shooes can be pull'd on Blessing on you both Frank No Man can hide his shame from Heaven that views him In vain he flees whose destiny pursues him Exeunt Omnes ACT. II. Scaen. 1. Enter Elizabeth Sawyer gathering sticks Sawy. ANd why on me why should the envious world Throw all their scandalous malice upon me 'Cause I am poor deform'd and ignorant And like a Bow buckl'd and bent together By some more strong in mischiefs then my self Must I for that be made a common sink For all the filth and rubbish of Men's tongues To fall and run into Some call me VVitch And being ignorant of my self they go About to teach me how to be one urging That my bad tongue by their bad usage made so Forespeaks their Cattle doth bewitch their Corn Themselves their Servants and their Babes at nurse This they enforce upon me and in part Enter O. Banks Make me to credit it And here comes one Of my chief Adversaries O. Bank Out out upon thee VVitch Sawy. Dost call me VVitch O. Bank I do VVitch I do and worse I would knew I a name more hateful VVhat makest thou upon my ground Sawy. Gather a few rotten sticks to warm me O. Bank Down with them when I bid thee quickly I 'll make thy bones rattle in thy skin else Sawy. You-won't Churl Cut-throat Miser there they be VVould they stuck cross thy throat thy bowels thy maw thy midriff O. Bank Sayst thou me so Hag out of my ground Sawy. Dost strike me slave curmudgeon now thy bones aches thy joynts cramps and convulsions stretch and crack thy sinews O. Bank Cursing thou Hag take that and that Exit Sawy. Strike do and wither'd may that hand and arm Whose blows have lam'd me drop from the rotten Trunk Abuse me beat me call me Hag and Witch What is the name where and by what Art learn'd What spells what charms or invocations May the thing call'd Familiar be purchas'd Enter Young Banks and three or four more Y. Bank A new head for the Tabor and silver tipping for the Pipe Remember that and forget not five lesh of new Bells 1. Double Bells Crooked Lane ye shall have 'em straight in Crooked Lane double Bells all if it be possible Y. Bank Double Bells double Coxcombs Trebles buy me Trebles all Trebles for our purpose is to be in the Altitudes 2. All Trebles not a Mean Y. Bank Not one The Morrice is so cast we 'll have neither Mean nor Base in our company Fellow Rowland 3. VVhat nor a Counter Y. Bank By no means no hunting Counter leave that to Envile Chase-Men all Trebles all in the Altitudes Now for the disposing of Parts in the Morrice little or no labour will serve 2. If you that be minded to follow your Leader know me an ancient Honor belonging to our house for a Fore-horse team and for gallant in a Morrice my Father 's Stable is not unfurnish'd 3. So much for the Fore-horse but how for a good Hobby-horse Y. Bank For a Hobby-horse Let me see an Almanack Midsummer-Moon let me see ye VVhen the Moon 's in the full then 's wit in the wane No more Use your best skill Your Morrice will suffer an Eclipse 1. An Eclipse Y. Bank A strange one 2. Strange Y. Bank Yes and most sudden Remember the Fore gallant and forget the Hobby-horse The whole body of your Morrice will be darkned There be of us But 't is no matter Forget the Hobby-horse 1. Cuddy Banks have