Selected quad for the lemma: truth_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	believe_v	know_v	love_n	1,929	5	5.1685	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12133	The coronation a comedy. As it vvas presented by her Majesties Servants at the private House in Drury Lane. Written by John Fletcher. Gent.	Shirley, James, 1596-1666.; Fletcher, John, 1579-1625, attributed name.	1640 (1640)	STC 22440; ESTC S117330	35,616	74

at Court this seven yeare Dem. No more Love Welcome to Love how much you honor me It had become me that upon your summons I should have waited upon mighty Fortune But since you have vouchsafed to visite me All the delights Love can invent shall flow To entertaine you Musicke through the ayre Shoote your inticing harmony For. We came to dance and revell with you Lov. I am poore In my ambition and want thought to reach How much you honor Love Dance Enter Honour Hon. What intrusion 's this Whom doe you seeke here Lov. T is Honour For. He 'e my servant Lov. Fortune is come to visit us Hon. And has Corrupted Love is this thy faith to her On whom we both waite to betray her thus To Fortunes triumph take her giddy wheele And be no more companion to honour I blush to know thee whole beleeve there can Be truth in Love hereafter Lov. I have found My eyes and see my shame and with it this Proud sorceresse from whom and all her charmes I flye agen to Honour be my guard Without thee I am lost and cannot boast The merit of a name For. Dispis'd I shall Remember this affront Dem. What morral 's this Exeunt Enter Honour with the Crowne upon a mourning Cushion What melancholly object strikes a suddaine Chillnesse through all my veines and turnes me Ice It is the same I sent the very same As the first pledge of her insuing greatnesse Why in this mourning livery if she live To whom I sent it ha what shape of sorrow Enter Polidora in mourning It is not Polidora she was faire Enough and wanted not the setting off With such a blacke if thou beest Polidora Why mournes my love it neither does become Thy fortune nor my joyes Pol. But it becomes My griefes this habit fits a funerall And it were sinne my Lord not to lament A frie ndnew dead Dem. And I yet living can A sorrow enter but upon thy garment Or discomplexion thy attire whilst I Enjoy a life for thee who can deserve Weigh'd with thy living comforts but a peice Of all this Ceremony give him a name Pol. He was Arcadius Dem Arcadius Pol. A Gentleman that lov'd me dearely once And does compell these poore and fruitlesse drops Which willingly would fall upon his hearse To imbalme him twice Dem. And are you sure hee s dead Pol. As sure as you 're living sir and yet I did not close his eyes but he is dead And I shall never see the same Arcadius He was a man so rich in all that 's good At least J thought him so so perfect in The rules of honour whom alone to imitate Were glory in a Prince Nature her selfe Till his creation wrought imperfectly As she had made but tryall of the rest To mould him excellent Dem. And is he dead Come shame him not with praises recollect Thy scattered hopes and let me tell my best And dearest ●olidora that he lives Still lives to honour thee Pol. Lives where Dem. Looke here Am not I worth your knowledge Pol. And my duty You are Demetrius King of Epire sir. I could not easily mistake him so To whom I gave my heart Dem. Mine is not chang'd But still hath fed upon thy memory These honours and additions of state Are lent me for thy sake be not so strange Let me not lose my entertainement now I am improv'd a●d raisd unto the height Beneath which I did blush to aske thy love Pol. Give me your pardon sir Arcadius At our last meeting without argument To move him more then his affection to me Vow'd he did love me love me bove all women And to confirme his heart was truely mine He wish'd I tremble to remember it When he forsooke his Polidora's love That Heaven might kill his happinesse on earth Was not this nobly said did not this promise A truth to shame the Turtles Dem. And his heart Is still the same and I thy coustant Lover Pol. Give me your leave I pray I would not say Arcad●us was perjur'd but the same day Forgetting all his promises and oathes While yet they hung upon his lips for sooke me d ee not remember this too gave his faith From me transported with the noyse of greatnesse And would be marryed to a Kingdome Dem. But heaven permitted not I should dispose What was ordain'd for thee Pol. It was not vertue In him for sure he found no checke no sting In his owne bosome but gave freely all The reines to blind ambition Dem. I am wounded The thought of thee i th' throng of all my ●yes Like poyson powr'd in Nectar turnes me franticke Deare if Arcadius have made a fault Let not Demetrius be punishd for 't He pleads that ever will be constant to thee Pol. Shall I beleeve mans flatteries agen Lose my sweete rest and peace of thought agen Be drawne by you from the streight paths of vertue Into the maze of Love Dem. I see compassion in thy eye that chides me If I have either soule but what 's containd Within these words or if one sillable Of their full force ●e not made good by me May all relenting thoughts in you take end And thy disdaine be doubled from thy pardon I le count my Coronation and that houre Fix with a rubricke in my Calender As an auspicious time to entertaine Affaires of weight with Princes thinke who now Intreates thy mercy come thou sha't be kinde And divide titles with me Pol Heare me sir I lov'd you once for vertue and havē not A thought so much unguarded as to be wonne From my truth and innocence with any Motives of state to affect you Your bright temptation mournes while it staies here Nor can the triumph of glory which made you Forget me so court my opinion backe Were you no King I should be sooner drawne Againe to love you but t is now too late A low obedience shall become me best May all the joyes I want Still waite on you if time hereafter tell you That sorrow for your fault hath strucke me dead May one soft teare drop from your eye in 〈…〉 ty Bedew my hearse and I shall sleepe secu●ely I have but one word more for goodnesse sake For your owne honour sir correct your passion To her you shall love next and I forgive you Exit Dem. Her heart is frozen up nor can warme prayers Thaw it to any softnesse Phi. I le fetch her sir againe Dem. Perswade her not Phi. You give your passion too much leave to triumph Seeke in another what she denies Enter Macarius Mac. Where 's the King oh sir you are undone A dangerous treason is a foote Dem. What treason Mac. Cassander and Eubulus havē proclaim'd Another King whom they pretend to be Leonatus your elder brother he that was But this morning prisoner in the Castle Dem. Ha Mac. The easie Epirotes Gather in multitudes to advance his title They have seased upon the Court secure your person Whilst we