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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	call_v	father_n	son_n	7,991	5	5.6364	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11270	Flora's fortune The second part and finishing of the Fisher-mans tale. Containing, the strange accidentes which chaunced to Flora, and her supposed father Thirsis: also the happie meeting with her desired Cassander. By F.S.; Fisher-mans tale. Part 2.	Sabie, Francis.; Greene, Robert, 1558?-1592. Pandosto.	1595 (1595)	STC 21536; ESTC S110765	22,762	50

more too long heere to recite A woing came all which she did repell Her father would her oft times wish to wed Her mother would to marrie her perswade But mixing whitenesse with a skarlet hue She would intreat them both to let her liue A Virgin still for loue she did derest Thus chastly liuing and attending on Her fathers flockes with many country truls Menalchus sonne a famous Grecian Earle Came ryding by saw her and burnt in loue And for her loue did make himselfe a Swaine He after much intreating did obtaine Her wished loue and carried her away When as you heard her father missing her Ran after her and would haue fetcht her backe But he poore swaine was also partner made Of their hard haps and caried into ship When floting on the seas a sudden storme And furious tempest brake their winged pine The Grecian Knight disioyned from his loue And by a boord drawn to a craggie rocke A rocke whereon a little cell was built Where Gods assisting long time he remaind Flora and Thirsis cleaning on a bulke At Delos land Apollos Ile did stay Where by the counsell of the Delian God As late I told they caried were to Greece And now was Flora in her natiue land Attending heards where first she breathed life Now was she in Palemons land her Sire Her wofull Sire which she full litle knew Each day she vsde to keepe her fathers flockes Still mourning for Cassander her true loue At length the Gods did pitie her estate And Fortune who had seuen long winters frown'd At seuen yeares end began on her to smile Cassander comming from his seaish cell As he was woont his Citterne held in hand And standing on the bottome of the rocke Inchaunting fish with his melodious sound His Instrument by chaunce fel from his hand And carried was away by surging waues He cried out O Fortune yet wilt thou Now with moe woes and torments me pursue Wilt thou againe begin me to mollest Who erst did thinke to make a slaue of thee What shall I doe Shall I depart from hence And subiect be againe to Fortunes spight No no I will not in these furious seas Ile cast my selfe and end my lothed life Loe now I die What said I I would die What shall Cassander kill Cassander no He shal not do't The Gods with endlesse plagues Will them inflict which spoyle themselues of lise But yonder sailes a ship O Mariners Take pity of a poore distressed wight Take pitie of one whome Gods wrathfull ire Long time hath causde to liue on this cold rocke They pittied him and bending sayles and oares Vnto the rocke did take him in on boord He to the shipmen told his hard mishaps Which causd them not to thinke their iourney long And in short time for thither did they sayle Their ship did land at olde Palemons Coast. Here was Cassander once a Grecian Knight Set on the shore it was his natiue soyle Disdayning his inheritance to seeke Or Fortunes giftes but pilgrim-like he went Now was poore Flora in her natiue land Where both her Sire and Loue Cassander was Yet neither of them knew where th'other was Eristos sonne a false and youthfull Earle For villanie whose father martyrd was Dryano cald who only bore now sway Next to Palemon in the land of Greece In summer time vnto the grouie woods Mounted vpon a Steed and Palfrey braue Like Mars in valour with a dart in hand Went to pursue the wilde and sauage Boare No sooner came he into bushie woods But from a caue a fiery Boare rusht out His eyes resembled aiery-lightening flames His bristles stood like speares vpon his backe A hoarie fome imbru'd his threatning iawes His crashing teeth were able euen to make Couragious Mars to quake and shake for feare Drlano first gan throw at him a dart Which like a shaft against a flint redound Then all his men their weapons did let flie Darts flew as thicke as hailstones from the skies The fiery Bore fomes rageth gnasheth teeth And with his ire seemes euen to prostrate pines They followed him and neuer left pursuit Till they had laid his carcase on the ground Ioyfull Driano with his merrie men Returned now from slaughter of the Boare And shunning Tytans heat for it was hote Rode home through groues leaue-behanged shade Ah lucklesse Earle an outward heat who shund And purchased thereby an inward flame Vpon his fiery palfrey as he rode Accompani'd with all his sportitue men He cast his eies on side and saw by chaunce Poore Flora sitting with her flocke alone He saw her and supposde no earthly impe But that she some coelestiall Nymph had bene Her feature ah her seemly feature pearc'd Him to the heart so faire he thought she was Homeward he rode vnto Agenors court But thinking still vpon her shape diuine He praisde her haire her eies her seemly face Her visage sweet her fingers small and long Ah quoth he what would she be if she were Bedeck'd with gems in steed of leauie boughes How would she looke if she in costly robes VVere cloth'd in steed of homely cuntry rags But what Driano what meanst thou saith he To talke of such a ragged cuntry drudge If she like thee thou maist commaund her loue Command it yea and force her thereunto Come Mylo come make haste and shun delay Doe what thy Lord Dryano bids thee doe Go to that sweet-fac'd wench whom late I saw Sit keeping sheepe as we from hunting rode Goe to her tell her that I burne in loue Say Lord Dryano likes thee woondrous well And bring her with thee which if she denie As she dares not I hope intreat thou her And wooe her in my name as I know well Thou canst it doe and doubtlesse she will yeeld He made all hast to doe his Lords commaund And found her feeding grasse-deuouring heards Faire maid saith he Lord Dryan whom ere while From hunting rode through these sheep-hanted fields Inchanted with thine heart-alluring shape And burning in thy loue and sweet desire Intreateth thee foorthwith to come to him I say Dryano that renowmed Earle Whose valiant heart not Mars could make to yeeld Now captiuated with thy comely forme Confesseth him thy prisoner to bee Come with me then and yeeld to his desire He'l vse thee well thou shalt be his delight Out paltry pesant out whoor-seeking knaue Goe seek quoth she thy master queanes els where But tis no maruel though he loues an whoore What's bred in flesh wil neuer from the bone They say his Sire Eristo hanged was For slaundering a chast and guiltlesse Queene He had but right if he were hanged too Who so delightes in seeking after whoores Go tell Dryano that I scorne to loue The King himselfe much lesse Eristoes sonne Tell him that I a Vestall Virgin am And will my vow'd Virginity still keepe Goe cogging copesmate tell th'adulterous Earle That Violater of Virginitie That Flora more esteemes a good report Than all his