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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	father_n	pray_v	son_n	6,693	5	5.8977	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A56909	Agrippa, King of Alba, or, The false Tiberinus as it was several times acted with great applause before His Grace the Duke of Ormond then Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, at the Theatre Royal in Dublin / from the French of Monsieur Quinault.	Dancer, John, fl. 1660-1675.; Quinault, Philippe, 1635-1688. Agrippa, roi d'Albe.	1675 (1675)	Wing Q214; ESTC R3936	31,924	70

Son you 're to your self unjust My Son is dead do not disturb his dust Alas 't was by your hand Agrip. Your cares are vain A Secret told can't be recall'd again Acknowledge then that in the rapid wave Unhappy Tiberinus found a grave That favour'd by our likeness I grew bold T' assume the Regal power now I hold That the Kings body from the floods you drew And paid the tears to a Sons ashes due In fine that to avoid suspect and learn Such enterprizes as might do me harm You with my Murder did the King accuse Tyrh. I know the forfeit Sir if I refuse This base acknowledgment and ready stand To offer up my head at your command Betray my Sons blood for his Murderers sake Agrip. How Sir Tyrh. Your anger sha'not make me shake You know me ill in thinking I can be Guilty of such inhumane Infamy The small remain of blood runs in these veins Shall ne're be purchas'd with such barbarous stains Agrip. Why should you cruelly with cunning strive This good and faithful Princess to deceive Have not her eyes of tears the current made Yet to your Son sufficient tribute paid Tyrh. Too well your sence herein to me appears You would not let him honour him with tears Nor suffer that a heart so generous send Sighs to the Tomb of her unhappy friend Is 't not enough y 'ave rob'd him of his breath But that you must pursue him after death Cannot his ashes from your hate be free Nor Urns protect him from your cruelty Forbear great Sir an envy so unjust And having had his blood spare to his dust This honour that a heart do it bemoan Which Love has destin'd to those sighs alone Agrip. Let then that generous heart be disabus'd Which I possess while 't is to me refus'd That heart preserves for me so pure a flame It disdains Scepters for my only name That heart in which do's all my bliss consist Loves gift but that my Father do's resist My Father for whose Son I can't be known Tyrh. Why should I for my Son his Murderer own His death alas Heaven knows to be as true As that he did receive that death from you I Sir a witness was you know it well When stab'd by you into these arms he fell His bubling blood upon his Father flew But Madam hear a proof of 's love to you Grieving to loose a Son so dear I su'd That but one spark of life might be renew'd But I in vain unto the Fates had pray'd Till naming you his wandring Spirits stay'd And though his eyes clos'd for eternal night Did seem to take their last adieu of light Yet at the sound of that adored name Love broke deaths vail and opened them again His blood and life already slipt away Return'd and to his flame the Fates gave way And now afresh for you his spirit burn'd And 't was for you if his own death he mourn'd Until the King at these last gasps incens'd With all the laws of Piety dispens'd And 'mongst the waves his panting body threw Ah Princess pardon tears that are so due I can no more my heart with grief opprest Only with sighs and sobs must tell the rest My mov'd blood passage to my voice denies But silencing my tongue speaks by my eyes Lav. Vouchsafe thou then dear shade to let me bear In this thy Fathers grief a Lovers share And if thou in those shady walks approve Of these last tributes both of blood and love Pardon dear Ghost those troubles which my mind Did in th' addresses of thy Murderer find Those sweet transports those thoughts I did conceive When likeness made me him for thee receive For now that from thy Fathers mouth I know To whom my love to whom my hate I owe My reviv'd rage such vengeance shall create My errour and thy blood to expiate That hellish Furies shall amazed stand For not the Gods alone shall lend their hand But that my hatred may more full appear Looking on Agrippa Alas but Sir if still your Son he were Tyrh. Disclaim that Errour which would you betray Agrip. Ah Madam rather hear what Love would say Why should the faith of such a Witness be Suspected only when he speaks for me Whilst yet his voice finds favour in your heart Tyrh. Doubt still a Witness that has so much art Agrip. Will you such cruel Maximes then pursue And not believe Lav. Alas what shall I do Tyrh. Why can you yet be doubtful in your choice When you have heard so much from Nature's voice Cannot my troubled Soul your Sences touch Have I too little said Lav. Y 'ave said too much Your passion do's too certainly deprive Me of that sweetness hope and doubt would give Your Son 's too surely dead in vain I raise These flattring doubts against what Nature says Yet are these doubts so sweet my Love would try And if it durst to Nature give the ly Tyrh. Whate're the King says be you well assur'd Lav. Alas his presence cannot be endur'd Looking on Agrippa It so resembles that which charm'd my Soul It do's my anger and my hate controul And though this you on my belief have won That he is an Impostor not your Son Yet when I cast my eyes on his and there The Charms of my Agrippa do appear Spite of my self you and his treach'rous wrong That aspect is for all belief too strong Tyrh. Fly then and if your reason be too weak Agrip. Ah Madam stay and do but hear me speak Lav. Whoe're thou art 't is cruel thus to strive To all my sorrows an increase to give Agrip. Will you not hear me then Lav. I dare not stay Lest to my eyes my heart should yield the day Agrip. I will not leave you till I make you know SCENE IV. Tyrhenus Agrippa Tyrh. Stay and remember the respect you owe. If you 're my Son your dutie pay to me Agrip. And yet you will not Sir my Father be Tyrh. There too much danger did in it appear Not to be so was to be Father here And since kind heavens took the care that none Can Witness your disguise but me alone The Obligation they have on us laid Is that we be not by our selves betray'd 'T is then much better I my Son disown Than knowing him hazard his Life and Throne And I would wish to banish all our fear That as to all chang'd to your self you were Then for a Crown so fearlesly enjoy'd My heart could leap and its device applaud Think where your weakness did us now reduce You to the Princess should more caution use And not your life to so much hazard throw You promis'd it Agrip. In vain you tell me so Who can the passion of his Soul conceal When th' object lov'd do's mutual love reveal Flattring my self I thought I could abide That she her love under her hate should hide But I in that mistaken hate did find Charms yet conceal'd from the experienc'd mind There

Restore that anger to his crime is due For so his presence did affect my mind Your words were blown away with their own wind Tyrh. Madam I all this trouble did foresee Therefore no sooner gain'd I liberty But fearless of the Tyrants threats I came To disabuse and rid you of this pain Who sees what sorrow on my soul has don Cannot misdoubt the murder of my Son Such piercing anguish cannot be constrain'd Nor such o'repressing grief be only feign'd Contented Nature did he live and reign Could not from the discovery refrain For blood like love will those transports obey Which through all checks must sometime force their way But to convince you there do's yet remain An Argument than this more sure and plain That ardour wherewith I his death pursue Which before him I durst not urge to you Mezentius may a witness be who knows How I did the Conspirators dispose Their brests with hate and emnity inspire And made their thoughts take fuel from my fire Your self can tell what ways I did invent To gain the heart of every discontent Joyn'd in their plots made my self chief of all And offer'd vows he by this hand might fall And can you Madam when all this is done Fondly sermise that he is still my Son He whom I have design'd a sacrifice Lav. No Sir this to my quiet do's suffice T' asswage my passion and release my pain With joy I this assurance entertain And from my Soul and from my sence I drive Whate're to it can opposition give My heart no more shall listen to deceit No more shall love its flatt'ring charms repeat For in a Fathers word less cause I find Of fear or doubt than in my Love that 's blind Natures consent do's so my thoughts confirm The Tyrant seems to live too long a term And 't would my highest satisfaction be To take his life has taken all from me That bloody barbarous assassinate Tyrh. Would to God Madam 't were thought fit by fate Propitious to a Fathers vows that now We were prepared to have 'gin the blow I by such active speed allay should find To all those torments that afflict my mind But haste in such designs too dangerous were The Fort 's well guarded and the Army near We yet must languish we must yet delay Lav. Be comforted I have made this the day Tyrh. How without farther thoughts Lav. In fear for you I did command they should the plot pursue And you unto this happy day will owe All those delights that vengeance can bestow Tyrh. Let 's yet the danger of this haste prevent Lav. In vain to stay it I already sent SCENE III. Faustus Lavinia Tyrhenus Lavinia to Faustus Did you in time unto the Prince arrive Faust. To your commands I did obedience give But Madam you are so oblig'd to Fate That 't was my happiness to come too late Tyrh. Ye Gods what do I hear Lav. Oh noble deed Relate each circumstance Faust. There was no need I shou'd to th' Temple go that sacred ground They had already quitted and I found The Tyrant nigh unto the fatal place Which forth ' assault before designed was Charg'd by the Prince hopeless and out of breath But though despairing yet outfacing death Till coming to Tyrhenus Palace near Spite of our force he threw himself in there And whilst we by his small but valiant train Were stopt till o're their Corps we made a lane Fearful what dangers popular rage might bring The gates were strongly barr'd upon the King And he alone Tyrh. How scap'd Faust. We all like you At that sad instant pale and fearful grew Doubtful both of the Army and the Fort But speed we knew must be our sole support And therefore forcing now our entrance were When on the top Albina did appear Her countenance did some affright betray But with her hand she seem'd to bid us stay We soon did to her kind request agree Respectful of her Sex and her degree While to Mezentius she made this address I hope this great revenge won't seem the less Nor can I think the Princess judge it so 'Cause she a part of it to me do's owe. Her generous temper rather will approve Nature should have a share as well as Love Whilst here the King thought to prevent his fate He only did his fall precipitate For by my orders he receiv'd his doom And to my brothers Ghost is now become A sacrifice 'T is done and he no more Tyrh. Oh Gods Faust. At this an universal roar Of strangely-mixed and tumultuous cryes Did with loud Eccho's pierce the yielding Skyes All do admire Albina and the Prince Stay 's but to bring the Tyrants head from thence You ask't it of him and he thinks it meet That he alone should lay it at your feet Mean while he thought convenient to employ Me to prepare your heart for so much joy Lav. So now those Gods to whom so oft addrest Our vows have been have granted our request This day revenges all our former harms And in the Tyrants blood we taste those charms But what strange trouble do's your looks invade Where rather grief then joy do's sit display'd Tyrh. Alas my fainting spirits are quite gon Lav. For the Kings death Tyrh. No Madam 't was my Son Lav. Your Son Sir Tyrh. Yes too sure I find it here The cryes of blood make it too well appear Nature forbids more fictions to create She speaks her self Lav. Why do's she speak so late Is it then true I 've lost the thing I love And must my self th' unhappy agent prove Crimes which I would pursue become my guilt And blood I would revenge my self have spilt So oft I urg'd so oft his death implor'd Till heav'n did with my ardent vows accord Until the wearied Gods in anger sent My own desires for my own punishment Ah! how are their denyals useful oft And they too cruel when they are too soft Their dearest interest mortals thus insnare By tiring Heaven with too tedious prayer But if my Lover thus hath murdered bin To Tyrhenus To you alone I must impute the sin 'T was his imposed name did me deceive Loving him dead I hated him alive And did that life so dearly lov'd pursue But treacherous Father all proceeds from you Of all these wrongs you me an Agent made And on the faith of blood was love betray'd By your assurance I thus blind became You poisoned all the ardour of my flame And cruelly for an unknown design Turn'd purest love into a baneful crime What have you wretched Polititian won By this ambition has destroy'd your Son Did not my love to him my Soul command I 'd carve on you my vengeance with this hand But cruel man go render the thanks due To your Sons blood which I respect in you Tyrh. When thus a Father has destroy'd his Son He has enough affliction of his own And needs not your reproach Agrippa slain There wants no torment to increase my