Selected quad for the lemma: duty_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
duty_n	hear_v	heart_n	pray_v	1,932	5	5.7672	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A40976	The Fatal discovery, or, Love in ruines a tragedy, as it is acted at the Theatre Royal by His Majesty's servants : with a preface in answer to a scandalous copy of verses written by Mr. Dryden and prefixt to a play call'd Heroick love.	Powell, George, 1658?-1714.	1698 (1698)	Wing F542; ESTC R2067	44,613	58

And Virtue now assumes its former place I 'll cast my eyes no more upon the object That cou'd prevail to make me do a thing Against all Laws of Hospitality Fly then Eromena from that bewitching Tongue I must look on him for methinks I tear A piece of my own Soul away when I resolve to go But one look more O I was flying to his Arms The more I do dispute the less I find I 'm able To forbear to tell him I love him die for him And cannot live without him O Love Love Love Exit Erom Cor. It is enough oh Heav'n let me rejoyce I saw Love sparkle from her shining eyes Who shuns the Battle is half overcome She flys to be pursu'd and I will fly To over-take the Treasure of my Soul Oh Love thou supreme power behold thy last Of wonders that has excell'd the rest But hold let not my Soul with this success Neglect compleating of my happiness Now is the time to perfect all my Joy Thus to her Arms with wings of Love I 'll fly And if not live for her before her dye Exit Cor. The End of the Third ACT. ACT IV. Scene a Hall Enter Beringaria and Arapsia WHat did you say I cou'd not hear you right Does Heav'n then think my miseries not enough Can it be possible Cornaro fallen in Love with Eromena Who told you this Alas what have I done In all the actions of my past unhappy Life That I must now be sentenc'd to this Fate Arap. Alas I 'm sorry that I told it you But now must tell you that my Lady Margaretta Over-heard all their Discourse this Morning in the Garden I do believe it is no more than a light Young-man's Love That vanishes upon the least resistance You know that Eromena's truly Vertuous And need not fear her condescending to his unlawful Love And then his spirit is too great ever to think Of making her his Wife Let me advise you Propose a Marriage to him with my Lord Segerdo's Sister The Lady is of the best Family in Venice And a great Beauty too her Fortune rather Exceeding what he can propose say you have Propos'd it to her Father and that he seems Well inclin'd to it and if you can't succeed with him Lay your Commands on her to marry Lord Segerdo This will be a means to prevent any ills may happen Ber. I thank you and perceive your Counsel good Let it be put in speedy execution Do you inform her my fix'd Resolution That she must marry Segerdo suddenly As for my Son I 'll use a Mothers Power And if that fail depend on you to make her comply With my Commands one way sure I may succeed Arap. Madam I think I see my Lord coming down Propose it now it cannot much surprize him Since such great Fortunes as the Lady is are sought After too much to let the least minute be lost Ber. I will away and leave me and to your design with Eromena Enter Cornaro who kneels Heav'n Bless my Son Rise Cornaro Rise And know I 'll bless thee more in Deeds than Words Cor. You always were a most Indulgent Mother O let me find the same Indulgence still 'T is you alone can make me Bless'd or Wretched Upon my knees I beg your will to Bless me Since 't is alone in your Almighty Power Ber. To shew how much my will complies to bless you Ill let you know what I have done for you But first my Son how stands your heart to Marriage Cou'd you like that State the only earthly blessing Of the Good and Virtuous and Curse of all the Wicked That know not how to use so great a Blessing And for that Reason turn depravers of what they Understand not Cor. So true a sence I have of that most blessed State If between two that Love whose hearts Heav'n has joyn'd That I believe it the first Tast to future Bliss I mean in Heav'n Ber. 'T is well my Son I joy to see you so differing From our present Youth who in the Arms of some Loose Courtizans wast all their Health and Means And despise the kind advice of all that let them See their Errours Now Cornaro to prevent these Snares For you are now of fitting years to marry No Boy but of Manly years I do propose it to you Consider well and let me have your answer There is a Lady whose Birth is equal if not above you Whose Beauty is I think the greatest I have seen Her Fortunes much Superiour to yours And her Vertue not to be blam'd by Envy or Detraction What think you Son of such a Lady Cor. I have not seen the Lady Ber. But you may I have already mov'd it to her Father Whose consent follows your liking Cor. Madam I thank you but how knows the Father The Lady may like me Ber. She 's all Obedience her liking waits upon her Fathers will Cor. Madam I must own I should not think my Wife Lik'd me the better for being an obedient Daughter Are these the marriages that Heaven makes Unseen unknown to one another Ber. I wou'd have you see this Lady it may be The thoughts that you may have her easily May pall your sickly taste I charge you see Nay strive to love her too wait on your Sister She goes there to carry the good news to Lord Segerdo That he shall now have Eromena that proud fool That is so blind to her own happiness she shall now Against her will accept that blessing she can never merit Consider well and as thou' rt obedient May Heaven prosper thee or curse thee ever Exit Ber. Cor. Oh! Heavens what said you Madam recall your blessing So you do your curse leave me to chance What now remains must my Love my Eromena Become anothers and must I know it and yet not prevent it I should be then a Boy O the curse of such a night That I should lie lamenting in my bed And think another revell'd in her Arms Keep me from such a thought you pittying powers Or I shall run through all extremities And kill this happy Fortune curs'd Rival And see she 's here my darling only Joy In spight of duty receive the endless vow Of a most constant tho' unhappy Lover Enter Eromena weeping Ero. Lost and undone Oh! wretched Eromena Let me not hear the name of Love again Sure there is poyson in a Lovers Tongue That breaks the heart it prays too How should I be so curs'd else I am Commanded By her whom yet I never knew do an injustice In ●●ight of all known aversion to marry Lord Segerdo or seek my wretched bread in desart fields What have I done I ask no more than bread The meanest slave that walks about the house Has sure as much as that without Conditions Cor. Oh! Cruel Mother has then the Tyranny you s●ewd To me been but forerunner of a wrong to her What should the cause be tell me Eromena Do you think my Mother