Selected quad for the lemma: blood_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
blood_n	father_n	offer_v	sacrifice_n	5,267	4	7.7853	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A94684	Aminta: the famous pastoral. / Written in Italian by Signor' Torquato Tasso. And translated into English verse by John Dancer. Together with divers ingenious poems.; Aminta. English	Tasso, Torquato, 1544-1595.; Dancer, John, fl. 1660-1675.	1660 (1660)	Wing T172; Thomason E1836_2; ESTC R203743	50,018	155

had thought to nuptial rights unjust Nor ever did invite proud Tarquins lust Nor sought he like a lover to prevail But like a bloody Tyrant did assaile My chastity I him esteem'd a foe But yet did please him whe'r I would or no The Graecian Dames lamented Helens fate Curs'd him that sacred bed did violate You Latine matrons my hard hap bemoan We have a Roman Paris nor alone Is Troy of such faults guilty great mens crimes Grow still and follow'd are by future times What shall I do no longer shal I be Now fam'd amongst the Dames for chastity I may be stil'd a Matron but no more An undefiled Matron ●s before Yet I am guiltlesse and his force made foul My body onely but ne'r touch't my soul Doubt not ye Romans for you streight shal see A certain token of my constancy I 'l give you a sure sign for since deprive His force did me of fame I will not live But by my own hands dying will proclaim His horrid wickednesse and my just fame They shan't point at Lucretia ne'r will I Leave to the Roman Dames a memory That shal reproach them nor can I give way To let suspicion feign what ere she may This my magnanimous right hand shal be The steerer of my faith my chastity The Princes strong hand and his violent armes Infolded me in these reproachful harms My violent hand shal my redeemer be And this sharp steel shal from them set me free We 'l not unto our Country be a stain Nor give the wicked samples to profane The sacred mariage rites never from me Shall Rome a sad example take to be Subject to willing Tyranny nay more Perhaps my rape her freedom may restore When ages yet to come shall praise my name And if not patient noble me proclaim In Brothers blood the first of Tyrants dies His wals this offers as a Sacrifice A ravish'd spouses blood that Tibers shore May stain'd be both with male and female gore Thou Father take in hand thy dart thou Brute No more refuse to act no more be mute Nor let unpunish'd go such cursed crimes But like a man revenge them now the times Of thy feign'd madnesse cease he whose strong hand Could overcome a woman yet can't stand Before you armed men thus onely ease And thus alone dear Collatine appease Thou maist my ghost let not th' adult'rer scape The just reward of his most horrid rape Thestiad's sword was by Orestes head Made famous he defil'd his fathers bed I guiltlesse liv'd and in that title die Yet my fame lost no longer live will I. Vetruria to her Son Cn. Martius Coriolanus about to raise civil war against his Countrey WHat horrid madness do's thy brains infest Thus to disturb thy countries quiet rest With hostile arms what canst thou think it good To die a Latian dart in Roman blood Or canst imagine Romes injurious hate Deserves to be reveng'd at such a rate Consider Martius by this dismal strife Thou cut'st the thred of thy Volumnia's life And whilst thou dost revenge thy private ill Thou her who first gave life to thee dost kil What can thy fury make so foul a breach Can envy hatred malice thus far reach And can that venerable name of Rome Now in thy heart find no respectful room Wilt turn son to an en'my make me share To be a consort in this bloody war Those Cities thou destroy'st are ours each field which thou laist wast doth us our comforts yeild Those wals which thou seekst todeface are mine Thy wif 's thy childrens friends nay very thine Let great Romes people guilty be who did Banish the man had been their glorious head The matrons guiltlesse are with one accord They damn'd the wickednesse and all afford Curses to those base Tribunes which she sent To exile and in vain these wars lament Consider yet these thy wife children I Amongst thy unjust foes intangled lie Thou with our danger seek'st revenge and we Though not in guilt in it must partners be Seekst thou thus to embrace me thus entwine Me in thine arms alas they are not thine They are my foes and now thy mother I By thee shal led be to Captivitie I for thy triumphs am design'd and round About thy armed bands must be led bound Those armes that us'd to reach the dug to thee By hostile armes must now inforced be Those houshold gods thou used'st to adore By armed fury wil be trampled o're The harmless child must with the rest be flain The guiltless receive part o'th'guilty's pain For this brought I thee forth ah luckless day That thou mightest to the Volscians us betray Am I cause of this evil must my name Great Romulus eclipse thy Empires fame Since from my bowels issued that fierce boy Who seeks his native Country to destroy Wil 't make me guilty of this Martius why Shouldst thou thus strive to make me basely die Nay this thy crime being by thy Country laid Unto my charge will sure disturb my shade Were I an exul too 't would ne'r grieve me To die by any one but onely she Disband dear Martius yet thy mighty powers And be pleas'd with us see those lofty towers Long since by Romulus erected see Those stately Temples reliques let these be Thy sweet appeasers but if they won't move Thee yet think once more of thy kindreds love 'T will be a shame to thee if thou shouldst have Her to thy wife who will be then thy slave Or what great honor thinkst thou wilt thou gain When thy dear mother captive doth remain Be wise though angry let not fury throw Thee on designs whereby no praise doth grow If nothing else yet let our tears thee move Mans suppl'ant tears will bend the mighty Jove But if my sighs and cries can't thee suspend From such vile act'ons if thy wife contemn'd Be by thee if thy gods get no respect Or if thy Countries name thou dost reject Turn thy sword in my bowels let me feel The sharpest force of thy revenging steel Those who before the mighty Rome did fear The Vejans and Falisc ans now will jeer How will the Samnites laugh to see that none Can overcome great Rome but she alone How willingly shal I consent to die Rather than see my Countries misery Cataline Exhorting his Souldiers to fight with Anthony HEre stand we fortune nor hast thou us gi'n A Captain who hath dull or sloathful bin What though the Romans are content to serve And from their ancient noble tenents swerve I by these wars choose rather to proclaim My man-like soule craves liberty or fame He onely ha's true honour who dare die Rather than live in endlesse slavery And dying thus to shun a servile shame Loosing his life wins honour to his name What though my harder fortune may deny To my full hopes successe or victory My daring and illustrious soul shall be For ever famous to posteritie Then let our onely hope of triumph rear Our free-born