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	speak_v	word_n	6,852	5	4.5022	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A60961	The loyal brother, or, The Persian prince a tragedy, as it is acted at the Theatre Royal by Their Majesties servants / by Thomas Southern.	Southerne, Thomas, 1660-1746.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.	1682 (1682)	Wing S4758; ESTC R12267	39,323	69

maintain'd the course And reach'd untir'd the Goal of our designs But a too violent speed has ruin'd all As an unpractic'd Seaman in a storm Plies all his Sail to the unruly winds To wing him to a Port and never thinks That the uneven Vessel is o'repowr'd Till he too late laments his ignorance And every billow offers him a Tomb. Arb. The Basis on which all our designs were founded Is overturn'd the Sophy's Love abates And now 't is rumour'd through the Court that soon He 'l give Semanthe up to Tachmas arms Sun First let the frame of nature be dissolv'd L●t Sunamire be dust and la●d in earth Deep as the Center else they are not safe From the contrivance of a rivals rage Tho' I both hate his person and his Love Yet but to see him in anothers arms Wou'd give ●e speedy death What! shall Semanthe triumph in my spoils Shall she enjoy him all whilst I stand wishing And like a spirit damn'd am rob'd of hope O H●ll it mads my reason but to think on 't I shall Become their May-game At their loose intervals of calmer Love She 'l hang upon his lips and beg him tell The story of my passion o're agen Which he relates and with a scornful smile Adds to my shame to make the Girl more vain And must this be whilst I have being no The thunder rages in my breast for vent Here here it rouls to make its violent way And now it bursts the flaming bolts are hurl'd See see the Lovers are dispers'd and scatter'd Whiskt up into the air like Summers dust By whirlwinds Exit Isma She grows big with new designs And these dire pangs foretel their birth at hand Arb. 'T is woman only helps us at a stand Exeunt Tachmas crossing the Stage Tach. Where shall I fly to shun this solitude My melancholy haunts me every where And not one kindly beam pierces the gloom Of my dark thoughts to give a glimpse of comfort Here as in Eden once tho' all things smile Tho nature plays the prodigal and gives Large handed what our boundless wishes crave Yet discontentedly I roam about And cannot taste the pleasures of the place The Court seems all a crowded Wilderness Where I appear like the first man forlorn Whilst each created being else enjoys In happy paires the fellowship of Life And if his loanly State he did bemoan And wish an Eve when woman was unknown What wou'd he have done had he been forc'd from her Soon as he found her fortunately fair Exit Re-enter Sunamire with a Letter Arbanes Ismael Sun Brother this Letter is your care And tho to me directed from the Prince Yet it must fall into Semanthe's hands Arban A slave attendant on her person Shall do the business Sun I 'le make a visit to Semanthe and Prepare her by degrees to meet the news Which when the finds confirm'd in this forg'd Letter Must work effects proportion'd to our hopes Isma O you 'r the very spirit and soul of plotting Nothing within the circuit of invention Can scape your searching thoughts Sun Since nothing cou'd be hop'd for from the Sophy This as the fittest way I did propose To work each others ruine from themselves Isma About it Madam loose not this present now This minute's worth a year of common hours Arban If this plot fail then heaven the fault is yours Exeunt Semanthe melaneholy in her Apartment Sem. Did time but circumscribe my miseries I 'de live upon the hopes of being blest And travel chearful through my youth to come In the evening of my Life and die within his arms Has not the Sophy past his royal word To make us happy why then shou'd I fear Alas my foolish heart how soon thou' rt wrought on No no fond hopes you flattering torments hence You smile upon me to betray me on To new despairs and here I cast you from me For Chymist like I waste my tedious Life In vain expectance and at last die poor Enter Sunamire to her Sun Semanthe weeping what can fortune mean Now when the Majesty of Persia comes In all his royalties and pomp of power Like a descending God to Court you to him Thus to be seen in tears provokes my wonder Sem. Alas is it so strange to view me in That garb of sorrow which I daily wear And never will put off till my lov'd Lord My Tachmas presence shall dispel these Clouds Sun O Madam he must be forgotten now Let not his memory debar your thoughts From all that Indian world those golden joys Which an Imperial Lover offers to you Sem. Where wou'd thy language point me O my fears Sun Tachmas no longer struggles with his fate To force impossibilities and since Heaven has design'd you for the Sophy's bed He bows to th' immortal will and has resolv'd Rather then rob your merits of a Crown To wean his heart for ever from your charms And fix his wishes to some humbler Maid Whose beauties as they are not envi'd Have store of happiness to feed content Sem. Had I a Faith beyond the ignorant I cou'd not credit this O Sunamire recal The fle●ting air that bears the sound away Or from this h●ur tho the divinest truth Spoke in thy words ne're hope to be believ'd Tho' we are wretched it shall ne're be said That fortune took the advantage of our crimes To make us so Tachmas has all the truth Of heaven so pure so white so innocent No woman that has ever known the arts Of cozening man will think him of the kind Sun Madam I 'm sorry I shou'd be the first To bring unwelcome news Sem. And yet my Sunamire thou wert my friend My bosome friend and why shoud'st thou betray me Ah! no I find it now 't is all a truth All that thou sayest my Tachmas is o'recome By this last generous usage of the Sophy And I am sold to ruine And it was kind in thee most like a friend To come and give me all my fate at once And not behold me languish in my pains No Sunamire this poor forsaken Maid Shall not out-live her shame yet e're I die May I not know my happy rivals name Sun Now all the subtilty of woman aid me Aside Alas how am I wrought into an error A maze of folly by my indiscretion I cou'd not think you yet retain'd a thought Of Tachmas therefore ignorantly prest too far In me to answer wou'd appear insulting Therefore I beg you 'd spare my modesty The blush my tongue the vanity to tell What soon from every mouth will strike your ears Sem. Insinuating fiend I see thee through That painted vizor of thy flattering friendship With all thy devilish stratagems a going Now I perceive what I so long suspected Thy love to Tachmas and now thou com'st to raise My jealousie on some sinister end But to this point I 'm fixt that shou'd the earth Depose his falshood in a general voice Nay call the tongues of Angels to