Selected quad for the lemma: heart_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	beauty_n	love_n	love_v	3,150	5	6.1573	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20083	The shomakers holiday. Or The gentle craft VVith the humorous life of Simon Eyre, shoomaker, and Lord Maior of London. As it was acted before the Queenes most excellent Maiestie on New-yeares day at night last, by the right honourable the Earle of Notingham, Lord high Admirall of England, his seruants.	Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632.	1600 (1600)	STC 6523; ESTC S105232	41,481	82

she denies To cheare my cold heart with her sunnie eies How prettily she workes oh prettie hand Oh happie worke it doth me good to stand Unseene to sée her thus I oft haue stood In frostie euenings a light burning by her Enduring biting cold only to eie her One onely looke hath séem'd as rich to me As a kings crowne such is loues lunacie Muffeled I le passe along and by that trie Whether she know me Iane Sir what i st you buy What i st you lacke sir callico or lawne Fine cambricke shirts or bands what will you buy Ham. That which thou wilt not sell faith yet I le trie How do you sell this handkercher Iane Good cheape Ham. And how these ruffes Iane Cheape too Ham. And how this band Iane Cheape too Ham. All cheape how sell you then this hand Iane My handes are not to be solde Ham. To be giuen then nay faith I come to buy Iane But none knowes when Ham. Good swéete leaue worke a little while le ts play Iane I cannot liue by keeping holliday Ham. I le pay you for the time which shall be lost Iane With me you shall not be at so much cost Ham. Look how you wound this cloth so you wound me Iane It may be so Ham. T is so Iane What remedie Ham. Nay faith you are too coy Iane Let goe my hand Ham. I will do any task of your command I would let goe this beautie were I not In mind to disobey you by a power That controlles kings I loue you Iane So now part Ham. With hands I may but neuer with my heart In faith I loue you Iane I beleeue you doe Ham. Shall a true loue in me bréede hate in you Iane I hate you not Ham. Then you must loue Iane I doe what are you better now I loue not you Ham. All this I hope is but a womans fray That means come to me when she cries away In earnest mistris I do not iest A true chaste loue hath entred in my brest In loue you dearely as I loue my life I loue you as a husband loues a wife That and no other loue my loue requires Thy wealth I know is little my desires Thirst not for gold swéete beauteous Iane what 's mine Shall if thou make my selfe thine all be thine Say iudge what is thy sentence life or death Mercie or crueltie lies in thy breath Iane Good sir I do beleeue you loue me well For t is a séely conquest séely pride For one like you I meane a gentleman To boast that by his loue tricks he hath brought Such and such women to his amorous lure I thinke you do not so yet many doe And make it euen a very trade to wooe I could be coy as many women be Féede you with sunne-shine smiles and wanton lookes But I detest witchcraft say that I Doe constantly beleeue you constant haue Ham. Why dost thou not beléeue me Iane I beleeue you But yet good sir because I will not gréeue you With hopes to taste fruite which will neuer fall In simple truth this is the summe of all My husband liues at least I hope he liues Prest was he to these bitter warres in France Bitter they are to me by wanting him I haue but one heart and that hearts his due How can I then bestow the same on you Whilst he liues his I liue be it nere so poore And rather be his wife then a kings whore Ham. Chaste and deare woman I will not abuse thée Although it cost my life if thou refuse me Thy husband prest for France what was his name Iane Rafe Damport Ham. Damport here 's a letter sent From France to me from a deare friend of mine A gentleman of place here he doth write Their names that haue bin slaine in euery fight Iane I hope deaths scroll containes not my loues name Ham. Cannot you reade Iane I can Ham. Beruse the same To my remembrance such a name I read Amongst the rest sée here Iane Aye me hée s dead Hée s dead if this be true my deare hearts slaine Ham. Haue patience deare loue Iane Hence hence Ham. Nay swéete Iane Make not poore sorrow prowd with these rich teares I mourne thy husbands death because thou mournst Iane That bil is forgde t is signde by forgerie Ham. I le bring thée letters sent besides to many Carrying the like report Iane t is too true Come wéepe not mourning though it rise from loue Helpes not the mourned yet hurtes them that mourne Iane For Gods sake leaue me Ham. Whither dost thou turne Forget the déede loue them that are aliue His loue is faded trie how mine will thriue Iane T is now no time for me to thinke on loue Ham. T is now best time for you to thinke on loue because your loue liues not Iane Thogh he be dead my loue to him shal not be buried For Gods sake leaue me to my selfe alone Ham. I would kil my soule to leaue thée drownd in mone Answere me to my sute and I am gone Say to me yea or no Iane No Ham. Then farewell one farewel wil not serue I come again come drie these wet chéekes tel me faith sweete Iane yea or no once more Iane Once more I say no once more be gone I pray else wil I goe Ham. Nay then I wil grow rude by this white hand Until you change that colde no here I le stand Til by your hard heart Iane Nay for Gods loue peace My sorrowes by your presence more increase Not that you thus are present but al griefe Desires to be alone therefore in briefe Thus much I say and saying bid adew If euer I wed man it shall be you Ham. Oh blessed voyce deare Iane I le vrge no more Thy breath hath made me rich Iane Death makes me poore exeunt Enter Hodge at his shop boord Rafe Firk Hans and a boy at work All Hey downe a downe downe derie Hodge Well said my hearts plie your worke to day we loytred yesterday to it pell mell that we may liue to be Lord Maiors or Aldermen at least Firke Hey downe a downe derie Hodge Well said yfaith how saist thou Hauns doth not Firke tickle it Hauns Yaw mester Firke Not so neither my organe pipe squeakes this morning for want of licoring hey downe a downe derie Hans Forward Firk tow best vn iolly yongster hort I mester it bid yo cut me vn pair vāpres vor mester ieffres bootes Hodge Thou shalt Haims Firke Master Hodge How now boy Firke Pray now you are in the cutting vaine cut mée out a paire of counterfeits or else my worke will not passe currant hey downe a downe Hodge Tell me sirs are my coosin M. Priscillaes shooes done Firke Your coosin no maister one of your auntes hang her let them alone Rafe I am in hand with them she gaue charge that none but I should doe them for her Firke Thou do for her then t will

a King Hath he despis'd my loue and spurn'd those fauours Which I with prodigall hand powr'd on his head He shall repent his rashnes with his soule Since of my loue he makes no estimate I le make him wish he had not knowne my hate Thou hast no other newes Dodger None else my Lord Lin None worse I know thou hast procure the king To crowne his giddie browes with ample honors Send him chéefe Colonell and all my hope Thus to be dasht but t is in vaine to grieue One euill cannot a worse releeue Upon my life I haue found out his plot That old dog Loue that fawnd vpon him so Loue to that puling girle his faire cheek't Rose The Lord Maiors daughter hath distracted him And in the fire of that loues lunacie Hath he burnt vp himselfe comsum'd his credite Lost the kings loue yea and I feare his life Onely to get a wanton to his wife Dodger it is so Dodger I feare so my good Lord Lincolne It is so nay sure it cannot be I am at my wits end Dodger Dodger Yea my Lord Lin Thou art acquainted with my Nephewes haunts Spend this gold for thy paines goe seeke him out Watch at my Lord Maiors there if he liue Dodger thou shalt be sure to méete with him Prethée be diligent Lacie thy name Liu'd once in honour now dead in shame Be circumspect exit Dodger I warrant you my Lord exit Enter Lord Maior and master Scotte L. Ma. Good maister Scot I haue beene bolde with you To be a witnesse to a wedding knot Betwixt yong maister Hammon and my daughter O stand aside see where the louers come Enter Hammon and Rose Rose Can it be possible you loue me so No no within those eie-bals I espie Apparant likelihoods of flattery Pray now let go my hand Hammon Sweete mistris Rose Misconstrue not my words nor misconceiue Of my affection whose deuoted soule Sweares that I loue thée dearer then my heart Rose As deare as your owne heart I iudge it right Men loue their hearts best when th' are out of sight Hamond I loue you by this hand Rose Yet hands off now If flesh be fraile how weake and frail 's your vowe Hamond Then by my life I sweare Rose Then do not brawle One quarrell looseth wife and life and all Is not your meaning thus Hamond In faith you iest Rose Loue loues to sport therfore leaue loue y' are best L. Mai. What square they maister Scot Scot. Sir neuer doubt Louers are quickly in and quickly out Ham. Swéet Rose be not so strange in fansying me Nay neuer turne aside shunne not my sight I am not growne so fond to fond my loue On any that shall quit it with disdaine If you wil loue me so if not farewell L. Ma. Why how now louers are you both agréede Ham. Yes faith my Lord L. Maior T is well giue me your hand giue me yours daughter How now both pull backe what meanes this girle Rose I meane to liue a maide Ham. But not to die one pawse ere that be said aside L. Mai. Wil you stil crosse me still be obstinate Hamond Nay chide her not my Lord for doing well If she can liue an happie virgins life T is farre more blessed then to be a wife Rose Say sir I cannot I haue made a vow Who euer be my husband t is not you L. Mai. Your tongue is quicke but M. Hamond know I bade you welcome to another end Ham. What would you haue me pule pine and pray With louely ladie mistris of my heart Pardon your seruant and the rimer play Rayling on Cupid and his tyrants dart Or that I vndertake some martiall spoile Wearing your gloue at turney and at tilt And tel how many gallants I vnhorst Swéete wil this pleasure you Rose Yea when wilt begin What louerimes man fie on that deadly sinne L. Maior If you wil haue her I le make her agrée Ham. Enforced loue is worse then hate to me There is a wench kéepes shop in the old change To her wil I it is not wealth I séeke I haue enough and wil preferre her loue Before the world my good lord Maior adew Old loue for me I haue no lucke with new Exit L. Ma. Now mammet you haue wel behau'd your selfe But you shal curse your coynes if I liue Whos 's within there sée you connay your mistris Straight to th' old Forde I le kéepe you straight enough Fore God I would haue sworne the puling girle Would willingly accepted Hammons loue But banish him my thoughts go minion in exit Rose Now tel me master Scot would you haue thought That master Simon Eyre the shoomaker Had béene of wealth to buy such marchandize Scot. T was wel my Lord your honour and my selfe Grew partners with him for your bils of lading Shew that Eyres gaines in one commoditie Rise at the least to ful thrée thousand pound Besides like gaine in other marchandize L. Maior Wel he shal spend some of his thousands now For I haue sent for him to the Guild Hal enter Eyre Sée where he comes good morrow master Eyre Eyre Poore Simon Eyre my Lord your shoomaker L. Maior Wel wel it likes your selfe to terme you so Now M. Dodger what 's the news with you Enter Dodger Dodger I de gladly speake in priuate to your honour L. Maior You shal you shal master Eyre and M. Scot I haue some businesse with this gentleman I pray let me intreate you to walke before To the Guild Hal I le follow presently Master Eyre I hope ere noone to call you Shiriffe Eyre I would not care my Lord if you might cal me king of Spaine come master Scot L. Maior Now maister Dodger what 's the newes you bring Dod. The Earle of Lincolne by me gréets your lordship And earnestly requests you if you can Informe him where his Nephew Lacie kéepes L. Maior Is not his Nephew Lacie now in France Dodger No I assure your lordship but disguisde Lurkes here in London L. Maior London i st euen so It may be but vpon my faith and soule I know not where he liues or whether he liues So tel my Lord of Lincolne lurch in London Well master Dodger you perhaps may start him Be but the meanes to ris him into France I le giue you a dozen angels for your paines So much I loue his honour hate his Nephew And prethée so informe thy lord from me Dodger I take my leaue exit Dodger L. Maior Farewell good master Dodger Lacie in London I dare pawne my life My daughter knowes thereof and for that cause Denide yong M. Hammon in his loue Wel I am glad I sent her to old Forde Gods lord t is late to Guild Hall I must hie I know my brethren stay my companie exit Enter Firke Eyres wife Hans and Roger Wife Thou goest too fast for me Roger Firke I forsooth Wife I pray thée runne doe you heare runne to