Selected quad for the lemma: water_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
water_n	drink_v	root_n	wine_n	34,794	5	10.5067	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03435	The tragicall historye of Romeus and Iuliet written first in Italian by Bandell, and nowe in Englishe by Ar. Br.	Brooke, Arthur, d. 1563.; Bandello, Matteo, 1485-1561. Novelle.	1562 (1562)	STC 1356.7; ESTC S112661	65,159	178

his hart was wonne at last He thought he rather would in hasard set his fame Then suffer such adultery resoluing on the same Out of his closet straight he tooke a litele glasse And then with double hast retornde where wofull Iuliet was Whom he hath found welnigh in traunce scarce drawing breath Attending still to heare the newes of lyfe or els of death Of whom he did enquire of the appointed day On wensday next quod Iuliet so doth my father say I must geue my consent but as I do remember The solemne day of mariage is the tenth day of September Deere daughter quoth the fryer of good chere see thou be For loe sainct Frauncis of his grace hath shewde a way to me By which I may both thee and Romeus together Out of the bondage which you feare assured deliuer Euen from the holy font thy husband haue I knowne And since he grew in yeres haue kept his counsels as myne owne For from his youth he would vnfold to me his hart And often haue I cured him of anguish and of smart I know that by desert his frendship I haue wonne And I him holde as dere as if he were my propre sonne Wherfore my frendly hart can not abyde that he Should wrongfully in ought be harmde if that it lay in me To right or to reuenge the wrong by my aduise Or timely to preuent the same in any other wise And sith thou art his wife thee am I bound to loue For Romeus frindships sake and seeke thy anguishe to remoue And dreadfull torments which thy hart besegen rounde Wherfore my daughter geue good care vnto my counsels sounde Forget not what I say ne tell it any wight Not to the nurce thou trustest so as Romeus is thy knight For on this threed doth hang thy death and eke thy lyfe My fame or shame his weale or woe that chose thee to his wyfe Thou art not ignorant because of such renowne As euery where is spred of me but chefely in this towne That in my youthfull dayes abrode I trauayled Through euery land found out by men by men inhabited So twenty yeres from home in landes vnknowne a gest I neuer gaue my weary limmes long time of quiet rest But in the desert woodes to beaste of cruell kinde Or on the seas to drenching waues at pleasure of the winde I haue committed them to ruth of rouers hand And to a thousand daungers more by water and by lande But not in vayne my childe hath all my wandring byn Beside the great contentednes my sprete abydeth in That by the pleasant thought of passed thinges doth grow One priuate frute more haue I pluchd which thou shalt shortly know What force the stones the plants and metals haue to woorke And diuers other things that in the bowels of earth do loorke With care I haue sought out with payne I did them proue With them eke can I helpe my selfe at times of my behoue Although the science be against the lawes of men When sodain daunger forceth me but yet most cheefly when The worke to doe is least displeasing vnto God Not helping to do any sinne that wrekefull Ioue forbode For since in lyfe no hope of long abode I haue But now am comme vnto the drinke of my appointed graue And that my death drawes nere whose stripe I may not shonne But shalbe calde to make account of all that I haue donne Now ought I from hence forth more depely print in mynde The iudgement of the lord then when youthes folly made me blynde When loue and fond desyre were boyling in my brest Whence hope and dred by striuing thoughts had banished frendly rest Knowe therfore daughter that with other gyftes which I Haue well attained to by grace and fauour of the skye Long since I did finde out and yet the way I knowe Of certain rootes and sauory herbes to make a kinde of dowe Which baked hard and bet into a powder fine And dronke with conduite water or with any kynd of wine It doth in halfe an howre astonne the taker so And mastreth all his sences that he feeleth weale nor woe And so it burieth vp the sprite and liuing breath That euen the skilfull leche would say that he is slayne by death One vertue more it hath as meruelous as this The taker by receiuing it at all not greeued is But painlesse as a man that thinketh nought at all Into a swete and quiet slepe immediately doth fall From which according to the quantitie he taketh Longer or shorter is the time before the sleper waketh And thence theffect once wrought agayne it doth restore Him that receaued vnto the state wherin he was before Wherfore marke well the ende of this my tale begonne And therby learne what is by thee hereafter to be donne Cast of from thee at once the weede of womannish dread With manly courage arme thy selfe from heele vnto the head For onely on the feare or boldnes of thy brest The happy happe or yll mishappe of thy affayre doth rest Receiue this vyoll small and keepe it as thine eye And on thy mariage day before the sunne doe cleare the skye Fill it with water full vp to the very brim Then drinke it of and thou shalt feele throughout eche vayne and lim A pleasant slumber slide and quite dispred at length On all thy partes from euery part reue all thy kindly strength Withouten mouing thus thy ●dle parts shall rest No pulse shall goe ne hart once beate within thy hollow brest But thou shalt lye as she that dyeth in a traunce Thy kinsmen and thy trusty frendes shall wayle the sodain chaunce Thy corps then will they bring to graue in this church yarde Where thy forefathers long agoe a costly tombe preparde Both for himselfe and eke for those that should come after Both deepe it is and long and large where thou shalt rest my daughter Till I to Mantua sende for Romeus thy knight Out of the tombe both he and I will take thee forth that night And when out of thy slepe thou shalt awake agayne Then mayst thou goe with him from hence and healed of thy payne In Mantua lead with him vnknowne a pleasant life And yet perhaps in time to comme when c●ase shall all the strife And that the peace is made twixt Romeus and his foes My selfe may finde so fit a time these secretes to dysclose Both to my prayse and to thy tender parentes ioy That daungerles without reproche thou shalt thy loue enioy When of his skilfull tale the fryer had made an ende To which our Iuliet so well her eare and wits dyd bend That she hath heard it all and hath forgotten nought Her fainting hart was comforted with hope and pleasant thought And then to him she said doubte not but that I will With stoute and vnappauled hart your happy hest fulfill Yea if I wist it were a venemous dedly drinke Rather would I that through my throte the