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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	death_n	great_a	sin_n	3,650	5	4.5067	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13922	Here begynneth a litell treatise of the knight of curtesy and the lady of Faguell		1556 (1556)	STC 24223; ESTC S102650	7,153	20

helme moche cutuyse knighe I shall dere lady for your sake This knyght sayd with styl morninge No comforte to him coude he take Nor absteine him fro perfounde syghinge ¶ For grete pyte I can not wryte The sorowe that was betwene them two Also I haue to small respyte For to declare theyr payne and wo ✿ The wofull departinge and complaynt That was betwene these louers twayne Was neuer man that coude detaynt So wofull did they complayne ¶ The teres ran from theyr eyen twayne For doloure whan they did departe The lady in her castell did remayne Wyth langour replenysshed was her herte ✿ Now leue we here this lady bryght Wythin her castel makinge her moue And tourne we to the curteys knyght Whyche on his Iourney forth is gone ¶ Vnto hymselfe this knight sayd he Agaynst the chrysten I wyl not fyght But to the rodes wyl I go Them to susteyne with all my myght ✿ Than did he her heere vnfolde And one his helme it set on hye Wyth rede thredes of ryche golde Whiche he had of his lady ¶ Full richely his shelde was wrought Wyth asure stones and beten golde But on his lady was his tohught The yelo we heare whan he dyd beholde ¶ Than forth he rode by dale and downe After auentures to enquyre By many a castel cyte and towne All to batayl was his desyre ● In euery Iustyng where he came None so good as he was founde In euery place the pryce he wan And smote his aduersaryes to the grounde ¶ So whan he came to Lumberdye Ther was a dragon ther aboute Whyche did great hurt and vylanye Bothe man and beste of hym had doubte ¶ As this knight rode there alone Saue onely his page by his syde For his lady he began to mone Sore syghynge as he did ride ✚ Alas he sayd my lady swete God wote in what case ye be God wote whan we two shal mete I feare that I shal neuer you se ✚ Than as he loked hym a boute Towarde a hyll that was so hye Of this dragon he harde a shoute Yonder is a feast he sayd truly ¶ The knight him blessyd forthe dyd go And sayd I shal do my trauayle Betyde me well betyde me wo The ●●ers fynde I shal assayle ¶ Than wyth the dragon dyd he meate Whan she him sawe she gaped wyde He toke good hede as ye may wete And quyckely sterted a lytle a syde ¶ He drewe his swerde like a knyght This dragon fyersly to assayle He gaue her strokes ful of myght Stronge and mortall was the batayle ¶ The dragon gaue this knight a wounde Wyth his tayle vpon the heed that he fell downe vnto the grounde In a sowne as he had ben deed ¶ So at the last he rose agayne And made his moue to god almyght And to our lady he dyd compleyne theyr helpe desyrynge in that fyght than sterte he wyth a fayrse courage Vnto the dragon without fayle He loked so for his aduauntage that he smote of her tayle ¶ Than hegan the dragon for to yell And tourned her vpon her syde the knight was w re of her right well And in her bodt made his sworde to slyde ¶ So that she coud nat remoue seartely the knight that seinge approched nere And smote her heed of lyghtly than was he escaped that daungere ✿ Than thanked he god of his grace Whiche by his goodnes and mercye Hym had preserued in that place Through vertue of hys deyte ¶ Than went he to a nonrye there besyde And there a surgē and by his arte Heled his woundes that were so wyde And than fro thens he dyd departe ✿ To warde the rodes for to fyght In bataill as he had vndertake The fayth to susteyne with all his might For his promysse he wil not breke ¶ Than of sarazyns there was a route All redy armen and in araye That syeged the rodes round aboute Fyersly agaynst the good fredaye ✿ The knight was welcomed of echone That within the cyte were They prouided forth batayle anone So for this time I leue them there ¶ And tourne to his lady bryght Which is at home wyth wofull mone Sore morned both day and night Sayenge alas my loue is gone ✿ Alas she sayd my gentyl knight For your sake is my herte ful sore Myght I ones of you haue a syght Afore my dethe I desyre no more ¶ Alas what treson or enuye Hath made my loue fro me to go I thynke my lorde for Ire truley By treason him to deth hathe do ¶ Alas my lorde ye were to blame Thus my loue for to betraye It is to you a right great shame Sythe that our loue was cast al waye ¶ Our loue was clene in chastyte Wichout synne styl to endure We neuer entended vylanye Alas moost curteyse creature ✿ Where do ye dwell where do ye byde Wold god I knewe where you to fynde Wher euer ye go where euer ye ride Loue ye shal neuer out of my mynde ¶ A deth where art thou so longe fro me Come and departe me fro this paine For dead and buried til I be Fro morning can I nat refraine ✿ Fare wel dere loue where euer ye be Bi you pleasure is fro me gone Vnto the time I may you se Without comforte still must I mone ¶ Thus this lady of coloure clere Aloue mourninge did complaine Nothinge coulde her comforte ne chere So was she oppressed with wo and paine ✿ So leue we her here in this traine For her loue mourning alwaye and to the knight tourne we againe which at Rodes abideth the day ¶ Of bataile so whan the daie was come The knightes armed them eche one And out of the citie wente all and some Strongly to fight with goddes fone ¶ Faire and semely was the sight To se them redy vnto the warre there was many a man of might That to that bataile was come full farre ✿ The knight of curtesy came into the felde well armed right fast did ride Both knightes and barans him behelde How comely he was on eche side ¶ Aboue the helme vpon his hede was set with many a precious stone The comely heare as golde so rede Better armed than he was none ✿ Than the trumpettes began to sounde The speres ranne and brake the taye the noise of gonnes did rebounde In this metinge there was no plaie ¶ Great was the bataile on eueri side the knight of curtesy was nat behinde He smote all downe that wolde abide His mache coulde he no where finde ✿ There was a Sarazin stronge wight that at this knight had great enuye He ran to him with all his might and said traitour I thee defie ¶ They ranne together with speres longe anone the Sarazin lay on the grounde The knight drew out his sworde so stronge and smote his head of in that stounde ¶ Than came twelue Sarazins in a tought and the knight did sore assaile So they beset him rounde aboute There began