Selected quad for the lemma: daughter_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
daughter_n	father_n	mother_n	sister_n	19,434	5	10.2517	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A27279	The amorous prince, or, The curious husband a comedy / by Mrs. A. Behn.	Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.; Davenport, Robert, fl. 1623. City night-cap.	1671 (1671)	Wing B1718; ESTC R14102	49,901	88

and she likes him And because this testy old Blade has done himself Do you think I can bring him to consider No not for my life he wont consider Sir And now am I got drunk to see how that will edifie him Fred. How is Laura the Mistriss of Curtius your sister Lor. Yes marry is she Sir at least by the Mothers side And to tell you truth We are too good natur'd to believe Salvator our Father Fred. Thy Sister and Daughter to Salvator Fred. So said my Mother but she was handsom And on my conscience liv'd e'en in such another Debaucht world as 't is now let them say What they will of their Primitive vertue Fred. May not I see this Sister of thine Lorenzo Lor. Yes by Venus shall your Sir And she were my Mother Fred. But art sure thy Father will permit us Lor. My Father permit us He may do what he will when I am sober But being thus fortify'd with potent Wine He must yield obedience to my will Why my Lord I' le tell you I 'le make him ask me blessing when I am in this Almighty power Fred. And is thy Sister so very fine Lor. The Girl is well and if she were not my Sister I would give you a more certain proof of my Opinion of her She has excellent good Hair fine Teeth And good hands and the best natur'd Fool Come come Sir I 'le bring you to her And then I 'le leave you For I have a small affair of Love to dispatch Fred. This is a freedom that sutes not with the Humour of an Italian Lor. No faith my Lord I believe my Mother play'd Foul play with some English man I am so willing to do you a good office to my Sister And if by her humour you become of that opinion too I shall hope to render my self more acceptable To you by that Franchise Enter Galliard whispers Fred. Thou knowest my grateful temper No matter here carry this Letter to Cloris And make some excuse for my not coming this evening Gives him a Letter and goes out with Lorenz Ser. So poor Lass 't is a hundred to one if she be not Lay'd by now and Laura must succeed her Well even Frederick I see is but a man But his youth and quality will excuse him And 't will be called gallantry in him When in one of us 't is ill nature and inconstancy SCENE II. Enter Ismena and Isabella Isab. Nay Madam 't is in vain to deny it Do you think I have liv'd to these years And cannot interpret Cross Arms imperfect replies Your sudden weepings your often sighing Your melancholy walks and making Verses too And yet I must not say that this is Love Ism. Art thou so notable a Judge of it Isab. I should be or I am a very dull Schollar For I have lost the foolish boy as many Darts As any Woman of my age in Florence Ism. Thou hast pay'd dear for thy knowledge then Isab. No the hurts one did The other still made good with very little Pain on either side Ism. I must confess I think it is not so hard to get Wounds as 't is to get them cur'd again Isab. I am not of your opinion nor ever saw that Man that had not faults to Cure As well as charms to kill Ism. Since thou' rt so good a Judge of men Prethee tell me how thou lik'st Alberto Isab. I knew 't would come to this Aside Why well Madam Ism. No more then so Isab. Yes wondrous well since I am sure he loves you And that indeed raises a mans value Ism. Thou art deceiv'd I do not think he Loves me Isab. Madam you cannot but see a thousand marks on 't Ism. Thou hast more skill then I But prethee why does he not tell me so himself Isab. Oh Madam whilst he takes you for Clarina 'T would show his dis-respect to tell his Love But when he knows Ismena is the object He 'le tire you with the wisht for story Ism. Ah thou art a pleasing flatterer Enter Page Page Madam Alberto is without Ism. Tell him I 'me indispos'd and cannot see him now Isab. Nay good Madam see him now by all means For I am sure my Lord Antonio is absent on purpose Bid him come in Boy Ex. Page Enter Alberto Ism. Antonio Sir is not return'd Alb. Madam this visit was not meant to him But by a cause more pressing I am brought Such as my passion not my friendship taught A passion which my sighs have only shewn And now beg leave my bashful tongue may own The knowledge Madam will not much surprise Which you have gain'd already from mine eyes My timerous heart that way my tongue would spare And tells you of the flames you 've kindled there 'T is long I 've suffer'd under this constraint Have always suffer'd but ne're made complaint And now against my will I must reveal What Love and my respect would fain conceal Ism. What mean you Sir what have you seen in me That should encourage this temerity Alb. A world of Beauties and a world of Charms And every smile and frown begets new harms In vain I strove my passion to subdue Which still increas'd the more I look't on you Nor will my heart permit me to retire But makes my eyes the convoys to my fire And not one glance you send is cast away Ism. Enough my Lord have you nought else to say Smiles The Plots betray'd and can no further go The Stratagem 's discover'd to the Foe I find Antonio has more love then wit And I 'le endeavour too to merit it Alb. What you have said I do confess is true Antonio beg'd I would make love to you But Madam whilst my heart was unconfin'd A thousand ways the treachery I declin'd But now Clarina by my life I swear It is my own concern that brings me here Had he been just to you I had supprest The flame your eyes have kindled in my breast But his suspition rais'd my passion more And his injustice taught me adore But 't is a passion which you may allow Since its effects shall never injure you Ism. You have oblig'd me Sir by your confession And I shall own it too at such a rate As both becomes my duty to Antonio And my respect to you but I must beg You 'l never name your passion to me more That guilty language Sir I must not hear And yet your silence kills me Aside Isab. Very well dissembled Aside Alb. I can obey you Madam though I cannot live Whilst you command me silence For 't is a flame that dares not look abroad To seek for pity from anothers eyes Ism. How he moves me if this were real now Aside Or that he knew to whom he made this Courtship Alb. Oh do not turn away as if displeas'd Ism. No more you 've discompos'd my thoughts Begon and never let me see thy face again Alb. Madam I go and will no more offend you But I