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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
fire_n	heart_n	kindle_v	love_n	2,464	5	5.3912	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A68191	The history of the tryall of cheualry vvith the life and death of Caualiero Dicke Bowyer. As it hath bin lately acted by the right Honourable the Earle of Darby his seruants.		1605 (1605)	STC 13527; ESTC S111569	41,237	74

with eyes and lips A forhead and a payre of Crimson cheeks To make me do at on to make me looke wild Rod. Come come t is knowne that you loue Thomasin Pet. Zounds they that know that know my heart all I haue not the power to deny it t is most true Burb. And t is most true that I loue Bellamira Now if thou art in fauour of thy wench Many a meeting thou mayst helpe me to And learne besides what sutors seeke her loue And whom she most affects These things once knowne T were worth a Dukedome Peter Pet. Sbloud giue me a Dukedome and I le warrant you The knowledge of these things ten times o're Rod. There 's Angels for thee Peter thinke on them And doe thy best to helpe thy masters loue Well howsoeuer I smooth it to the Duke My thoughts are bent on his destruction Pet. You haue my heart in your purse I le doe any thing for you Bur. And thou shalt want no gold so farwel Exeunt Pet. I cannot chuse but farewell and haue the good Angels to comfort me yet I am melancholy Heere 's gold to make me merry O but hey ho here 's loue to make me sad To auoyd prolixity I am crost with a Sutor that wants a piece of his toung and that makes him come lisping home they call him Caualiero Bowyer he will haue no nay but the wench By these hilts such another swash-Buckler liues not in the nyne quarters of the world why he came ouer with the Earle of Pembrooke and he limps and he limps he deuoures more French ground at two paces thē will serue Thomasin at nineteene If euer he speake French to auoyd prolixity he will murder the toung I le prouide for him there 's but small choice either he shall renounce the wēch or forsake his lame legs his lisping toung and his life to for by S. Denis I had rather dye in a ditch then be bobd of my fayre Thomasin Exit Enter at one dore Philip and Rodorick a Drummer before thē with his Drum at his back at the other dore Ferdinand and Pembrooke with their Drummer Ferd. Whither goes royall Philip thus prepar'd Phil. On what aduenture goes Prince Ferdinand Fer. To conquer all the world fayre Katharine Whose beauty in mine eye surmounts it far Vertue and loue conducts me to your sister Phil. On the like voyage are my fortunes bound I goe to winne thy sister Ferd. Some fayre Starre On our great hopes shine fayre and debonaire Pem. Amen sayth Pembrocke Rod. Amen sayth Rodoricke Ferd. This way my Loue dwels Phil. In this ayre breathes mine Both Farewell Phil. Prince Ferdinand if these crosse loues Enioy a wisht successe peace here shall dwell Ferd. And we be friendly Brothers Phil. True Both Farewell Exeunt Philip and Rodoricke Pem. Pity such true loue which like blessed seed Sowne in such fertile soyle his princely brest By the rough stormy brow and winters hate Of aduerse parents should be timelesse nipt And dye e're it attayne maturity For I haue heard the Princesse whom he serues Is hotely courted by the Duke of Burbon Who to effect his choyce hath in these warres Furnisht your father with a gallant power His loue may haply then disable Philips Fer. O no my father doth affect the Prince Besides my sisters heart is so combin'd To his in perfect loue that Burbons hate Nor all the world that knot can separate Then sorrow not for him but turne the streame Of gentle pity on thy wretched friend Within whose bosome loue hath kindled fire So ardent that the flames will bury me Philip is throned in my sisters eyes But in my loue disdayne and hatred lyes Pem. Doth she not pay true kindnesse with the like Fer. As stepdames orphanes night the cleer-fac't day So doth she hate me and returne my woes Like a steeld Anuill backward on my selfe She is all hate yet such a louely foe That I must kisse the sword that wounds me so Pem. Interre these thoughts this is her fathers tent Drum giue a friendly summons to the King Fer. Forbeare a while deare Pembrooke by our vowes Which in the booke of heauen are registred By all the rightes of friendship by that loue Thou bearst thy natiue Countrey I coniure thee This day to be the Trumpet of my worth To speake the passions of thy grieued friend To Katharines eares till those pure Iuory gates Pearst with the volley of thy battring words Giue way to my laments to touch her heart For this haue I extracted thee from many Made thee my fellow Pilgrim to her shrine Knowing thy thoughts from loues Religion free When my prayers fayle thy tongue may plead for me Pem. Must I be spokesman Pembrooke plead for loue Whose toung tunde to the Instruments of war Neuer knew straine of fancy on my breath Affection neuer dwelt but war and death But if thou lou'dst to haue thy soldiers fight Or hearten the spent courages of men Pembrooke could vse a stile inuincible Lou'dst thou a towne I de teach thee how to woo her With words of thunder-bullets wrapt in fire Till with thy Cannon battry she relent And humble her proud heart to stoop to thee Or if not this then mount thee on a Steed Whose courage neuer awde an yron Bit And thou shalt heare me hollow to the beast And with commaunding accents master him This Courtship Pembrooke knowes but idle loue The slicke-fac't obiect of an amorous brayne Did neuer clothe mine eye-balls neuer taught This toung inurde to broyles and stratagems The passionate language of a troubled heart I am too blunt and rude for such nice seruice Yet since my friend inioynes me to this taske Take courage I le both speake plead woo for thee And when I want fit words to moue her mind I le draw my sword and sweare she must be kind Drummer report our presence to the King A parley and answered Enter France Flaunders and attendants Lew. Prince Ferdinand and honourd English Pembrooke Now by S. Denis welcome One runne straight And giue our daughter notice of these ghests What man we know you come prepar'd to woo To woo to winne now by our sacred life We wish in soule our daughter were your wife Our sonne is with your sister faire hap wayt For peace or war liues in your loue or hate Welcome once more first wee le go see your loue After to banquet and from thence to woo Be merry then wee le share a friendly part But you shall tryumph in our daughters heart Exeunt Enter Katharina her man Bowyer and a Paynter Kath. See that the Tent be ready furnished By this my father and those Lords are met Mongst whom the noble Pembrooke like the Sunne Out-shines the borrowed glory of the rest And well I may compare him to the Sunne That but once lookt vpon with his fayre shape Hath dazled my poore sences and left me blind But sirra where 's the man I