Selected quad for the lemma: love_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	dear_a	let_v	lord_n	2,921	5	3.7971	3	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A46869	The devil of a wife, or, A comical transformation as it is acted by Their Majesties servants at the Queens theatre in Dorset Garden.	Jevon, Thomas, 1652-1688.; Sidney, Philip, Sir, 1554-1586. Arcadia.	1686 (1686)	Wing J731; ESTC R20673	36,632	67

Nell It was not I I sure was not my self then indeed I find my self so much changed I scarce know who I am Sir Richard It is a blessed change Nell It is so I have that pleasure in my mind that every thing I see ravishes me with joy such a sweet House such brave Furniture such ready loving Servants and so noble so sweet a Lord and Master Oh Father I know not where I am methinks Sir Richard Heaven be thanked for this I wou'd not lose this Dear this Blessed Creature for all the Wealth and Power that King's can boast off Nell 'T is sure Heaven's doing and I can never have another mind 't is wondrous that I ever had methinks Sir Richard And I am confirm'd Joy Joy Oh heart make room for Joy it will overwhelm you else upon my knees I kiss this dear dear hand Thou art so rare a Creature I shall worship thee Nell Nay hold Sir pray Sir what doe you doe Indeed you make me cry I am so ashamed oh Father so brave a Gentleman to kneel to me 't is My duty to doe that Sir Richard Hold heart I say contain thy self where are my Friends my Servants call e'm all and let e'm be witnesses of my happiness Nell O Lord how shall I behave my self before these Gentlefolks Sir Richard And wilt thou never childe nor quarrel with me more and show thy fury amongst my Servants Nell I 'll cut my Tongue out first oh Lord I chidel Sir Richard I have one thing more wilt thou go to Church with me and leave the sniveling Conventicle Nell Yes surely Sir I 'll do what e're you please I 'll have nothing to doe with Fanaticks they are a Melancholy ill condition'd People Sir Richard Sure t' was an Angel spoke in thee thou art the best of all thy Sex I hope thou art convinc'd that the Phanatick Chaplain was drunk last night woud'st thou let me discard him there wants nothing then to compleat my happiness Nell Yes Heaven forbid else what shall I disobey my Lord and Master Sir Richard Let me embrace my Dear my Love and prithee seal this promise with a kiss Nell Oh rare sweet man he smells all over like a Nosegay Heaven preserve my wits Aside Enter Rowland Longmore and all the Servants Sir Richard Gentlemen behold this day here stands the hapstiest man that the sun shines on I am transported beyond my senses I hear proclaim a Jubile to all my Family these three months Summon in all the Countrey I 'll keep open house send for my Fidlers Hoboys Trumpets and all Instruments of joy let all the Bells in the Hundred Ring let the Seeples Rock and let the Ringers Drink enough here stands the best of Women and of Wives the kindest and the gentlest Mistress to her Servants and she that has given me all this happiness Nell Lord Sir you put me out of countenance I blush I 'm sorry that I ever angred any of you indeed I 'll do you all the good I can I shou'd be to blame else All the Servants cry God bless my Lady long live her Ladiship we 'll live and dye with her Sir Richard My Dear you did affront these Gentlemen last night speak to e'm Nell Indeed I was not my self i 'm sorry that I was uncivil I hope in time to mend Rowl We are your Ladiships humble Servants and largely must partake of the great joy which now possesses all the Family Longm Joy Joy to both the Bridegroom and the Bride 't is a new Wedding Sir Richard 'T is true some three months since I did espouse her Body this day I 'm married to her mind this is a perfect Wedding go send for all my Tenants there shall be nought but Feasts and Revels here Nell This will be a brave time how I shall joy to see it A flourish of Musick Without enter Servingman Serv. Man Your Fidlers were going by having heard that my Lady wou'd not allow of Musick but I call'd e'm in Sir Richard You did well my Dear do you not love Musick Nell Oh! I love nothing better Sir Richard That 's my joy my life call in my Musick Gentlemen I 'll make e'm sing a very unfashionable song to you in the praise of marriage a peice of my own Poetry in my last Wives time They come in and sing the Song Let the vain Spark consume his store In keeping an expensive Whore For others to employ For all those snares and baits he pays Which she for other Gallants lays And he must least enjoy Keep Whores then as perfumes you wear Of which your selves have the least share Of other's claps partake Your Bodies bring to 'th Surgeons hands And to the Scriveners all your Lands And give her your last Stake While with reason we bless the Fate That brings us to the Marriage State The only happy Life The chief enjoyment in a King No Wealth no Power such joy can bring As does a Wife a tender Wife There can be no true Friend beside So oft does interest divide But they are so conjoyn'd By this most Sacred Rite are grown That they are not one flesh alone But they are both one Mind Butler Sir here are some Countrey Neighbours hearing of the happy conversion desire to dance before you Sir Richard Let them come in They Dance Enter Noddy wrapt up in his Night Cap. Noddy What meaneth this lewd noise this most prophane abominable Jigging Lady I must rebuke thee in pure zeal I must rebuke thee I cannot bear it Sir Richard Thou insolent fool be silent I will have no Phanaticks no Law-Breakers within my Walls especially no Hypocrites you were drunk last night you Swine Noddy I defie thy words it was a fit I was taken with a fit a greivous fit Lady what say you are you become like one of the wicked ones Nell I will obey my Lord and Master his will is mine Sir Richard Retire to your Chamber you shall not be seen this day to morrow I will tell you more of my mind Noddy What 's this she is not as she was Iampridem mulieri ne credas ne mortuoe quidem I may not go I will not retire my Zeal telleth me I must rebuke thee and I will thunder in thine Ears Sir Richard Turn him out Noddy I may not go I say I will not retire my Zeal transporteth me I am become furious They thrust him out Enter my Ladies Father Sir Richard Father you are welcome doubly welcome I sent for you upon another occasion than I now find Heaven has ordered things another way we are all transported with excess of joy my Dear salute your Father Nell Good Heaven my Father what means this sure I shall be distracted but I must bear it out Aside She kneels to ask Blessing Father What meaneth this 't is superstitious and favours of Idolatry Sir Richard 'T is nothing but her great Humility Father I like it not The Cook knocks to Dinner Nell