Selected quad for the lemma: mercy_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	hear_v	lord_n	sin_n	15,720	5	5.7661	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03224	The first and second partes of King Edward the Fourth Containing his mery pastime with the tanner of Tamworth, as also his loue to faire Mistrisse Shoare, her great promotion, fall and miserie, and lastly the lamentable death of both her and her husband. Likewise the besieging of London, by the bastard Falconbridge, and the valiant defence of the same by the Lord Maior and the citizens. As it hath diuers times beene publikely played by the Right Honorable the Earle of Derbie his seruants.; King Edward the Fourth	Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.	1600 (1600)	STC 13342; ESTC S106204	101,074	176

ost deales Such bounteous almes as seldome hath béene séene Qu. Now before God she would make a gallant Queene But good sonne Dorset stand aside a while God saue your maiestie my Ladie Shoare My Ladie Shoare said I Oh blasphemie To wrong your title with a Ladies name Queene Shoore nay rather Empresse Shoare God saue your grace your maiesty your highnes Lord I want titles you must pardon me What you knéele there king Edwards bedfellow And I your subiect sit fie fie for shame Come take your place I le knéele where you do I may take your place you haue taken mine Good Lord that you will so debase your selfe I am sure you are our sister Queene at least Nay that you are then let vs sit togither Iane Great Queene yet heare me if my sinne committed Haue not stopt vp all passage to your mercie To tel the wrongs that I haue done your highnes Might make reuenge exceed extremitie Oh had I words or tongue to vtter it To plead my womans weaknesse his strength That was the onely worker of my fall Euen innocence her selfe would blush for shame Once to be namde or spoken of in this Let them expect for mercie whose offence May but be called sinne oh mine is more Prostrate as earth before your highnesse féete Inflict what torments you shal thinke most meet Ma. Spurne the whore mother teare those enticing eies That robd you of King Edwards dearest loue Mangle those locks the baits to his desires Let me come to her you but stand and talke As if reuenge consisted but in words Qu. Sonne stand aloofe and do not trouble me Alas poore soule as much adoe haue I aside To for beare teares to keepe her companie Yet once more will I to my former humor Why as I am thinke that thou wert a Queene And I as thou should wrong thy princely bed And winne the king thy husband as thou mine Would it not sting thy soule Or if that I Being a Queen while thou didst loue thy husband Should but haue done as thou hast done to me Would it not grieue thee yes I warrant thee There 's not the meanest woman that doth liue But if she like and loue her husband well She had rather feele his warme limmes in her bed Then sée him in the armes of any Queene You are flesh and bloud as we and we as you And all alike in our affections Though maiestic makes vs the more ambitious What t is to fall into so great a hand Knowledge might teach thée There was once a king Henry the second who did keepe his lemman Cag'de vp at Woodstocke in a Labyrinth His Quéene yet got a tricke to finde her out And how she vsde her I am sure thou hast heard Thou art not mewde vp in some secret place But kept in Court here vnderneath my nose Now in the absence of my Lord the King Haue I not time most fitting for reuenge Faire Rosamond she a pure virgin was Vntill the King seduc'de her to his will She wrongd but one bed only the angry Quéenes But thou hast wronged two mine thy husbands Be thine owne Iudge and now in iustice see What due reuenge I ought to take on thee Ia. Euen what you wil great Quéen here do I lie Humble and prostrate at your Highnesse feet Inflict on me what may reuenge your wrong Was neuer lambe abode more patiently Then I will doe Call all your griefes to mind And do euen what you will or how likes you I will not stirre I wil not shrike or crie Be it torture poison any punishment Was neuer Done or Turtle more submisse Then I wil be vnto your chastisement M. Fetcht I her for this mother let me come to her And what compassion will not suffer you To do to her referre the same to me Qu. Touch her not sonne vpon thy life I charge thee But kéepe off still if thou wilt haue my loue Exit Ma. I am glad to heare ye are so well resolu'de To beare the burthen of my iust displeasure She drawes foorth a knife and making as though she meant to spoyle her face runs to her and falling on her knees embraces and kisses her casting away the knife Thus then I le doe alas poore soule Shall I wéepe with thée in faith poore hart I will Be of good comfort thou shalt haue no harme But if that kisses haue the power to kill thée Thus thus and thus a thousand times I le stab thée Iane I forgiue thée what fort is so strong But with besieging he will batter it Wéepe not sweete Iane alas I know thy sexe Toucht with the selfesame weaknes that thou art And if my state had béen as meane as thine And such a beautie to allure his eye Though I may promise much to mine owne strength What might haue hapt to me I cannot tell Nay feare not for I speake it with my hart And in thy sorrow truly beare a part Ia. Most high and mightie Quéene may I beléeue There can be found such mercie in a woman And in a Quéene more then in a wife So déeply wrongd as I haue wronged you In this bright christall myrror of your mercie I sée the greatnesse of my sinne the more And makes my fault more odious in mine eyes Your princely pitie now doth wound me more Then all your threatnings euer did before Q. Rise my swéet Iane I say thou shalt not knéele Oh God for bid that Edwards Quéene should hate Her whom she knowes he both so dearely loue My loue to her may purchase me his loue Iane speake well vnto the King of me and mine Remember not my sonnes ore-hastie spéech Thou art my sister and I loue thée so I know thou maiest doe much with my déere Lord Speake well of vs to him in any case And I and mine will loue and cherish thee Iane All I can do is all too little too Tut to requite the least part of this grace The dearest thoughts that harbour in this breast Shall in your seruice onely be exprest Enter King Edward angerly his Lords following and sir Robert Brackenburie King What is my Iane with her it is too true See where she hath her downe vpon her knees Why how now Besse what will ye wrong my Iane Come hither loue what hath she done to thee Iane fals on her Knees to the King Iane Oh royall Edward loue loue thy beauteous Quéene The onely perfect myrrour of her kind For all the choysest vertues can be nam'de Oh let not my bewitching lookes withdraw Your deare affections from your déerer Queene But to requite the grace that she hath showne To me the worthlesse creature on this earth To banish me the Court immediately Great King let me but beg one boone of thee That Shoares wife nere do her more iniurie As Iane kneeles on one side the king so the Queene steps and kneeles on the other Qu. Nay then I le beg against her royall Edward