Selected quad for the lemma: soul_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
soul_n	body_n	life_n	sin_n	23,565	5	4.8832	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A59508	Measure for measure, or, Beauty the best advocate as it is acted at the theatre in Lincolns-Inn-Fields : written originally by Mr. Shakespear, and now very much alter'd, with additions of several entertainments of musick.	Gildon, Charles, 1665-1724.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Measure for measure.	1700 (1700)	Wing S2936; ESTC R16112	32,987	56

their Foes and their Fate Dido Whence cou'd so much Virtue Spring What Storms what Battles did he Sing Anchises Valour mixt with Venus's Charms How soft in Peace and yet how fierce in Arms. Bel. A Tale so strong and full of Wo Might melt the Rocks as well as you 2 Woman What stubborn Heart unmov'd cou'd see Such Distress without Pity Dido Mine with Storms of Care opprest Is Taught to wtihout the Distress Mean Wretches grief can Touch So soft so sensible my Breast But ah I fear I pity his too Much. Bel. and then the Cho. Fear no Danger to ensue The Hero Loves as well as you Ever Gentle ever Smiling And the Cares of Life beguiling Cupid's strew your path with Flowers Gather'd from Elizian Bowers Dance to this Cho. Enter AEneas with his Train Bel. See your Royal Guest appears How God-like is the forme he bears AEn When Royal fair shall I be blest With cares of Love and state Distrest Dido Fate forbids what you Persue AEn AEneas has no Fate but you Let Dido Smile and I 'll defie The feeble stroke of Destiny Cho. Cupid only Throws the Dart That 's Dreadful to a Warriour's Heart And she that wounds can only cure the Smart AEn If not for mine for Empires Sake Some pity on your Lover take Ah! make not in a hopeless Fire A Hero fall and Troy once more Expire Bel. Pursue thy Conquest Love her Eyes Confess the Flame her Tongue denyes Cho. To the Hills and the Vales to the Rocks and the Mountains To the Musical Groves and the cool shady Fountains Let the Triumph of Love and of Beauty be shown Go Revel ye Cupids the Day is your own The Triumphing Dance Ang. This Musick is no Cure for my Distemper For every Note to my Enchanted Ears Seem'd to Sing only Isabella's Beauty Her Youth her Beauty and her Tender Pity Combine to ruin me Ha! Dost thou then Desire her foully Let her Brother Live Thieves for their Robbery have Authority When Judges steal themselves Then I do Love her That I desire to hear her Speak again Her Tongue alas will but Increase my Pain Strange Witchery of Love We are uneasie with its raging Fire Yet seek the Object to encrease Desire Whose Fury else wou'd of it self Expire The End of the First ACT. ACT II. SCENE I. A ROOM in the Pallace Enter Angelo Alone Ang. WHen I wou'd Pray and Think I Think and Pray To several Objects Heav'n has my empty Words But Isabella Engrosses all my Thoughts Affairs of State of late my Darling Study Are like a Good Thing often Read grown Tedious And my Vain Gravity I 've been so proud of I now cou'd change for idle Plumes that Wanton In the Air and like Gay Youthful Dress Enter Servant Ser. The Sister Sir of Claudio desires Access Ang. Shew her the way O! Heaven Why does my Blood Thus muster to my Heart making it unable To execute its Office and robbing other parts Of what in lesser streams thèy would make useful So deal officious Throngs with him that Swoons They Flock to help him but stop up the Air With which he shou'd Revive And so The Numerous Subjects of a King Belov'd Quit their own Home and with Rude Fondness Press me Into his Presence where their Untaught Love Must needs appear Offensive Enter Isabella Ang. Well Isabella Isa. I 'm come to know your Pleasure Ang. That you did know it wou'd much better Please me Than to Demand what ' t is Your Brother Dies Isa. If he must Die then I 've no more to say Ang. Yet he may live awhile nay as long as You or I yet must he Dye Isa. Under your Sentence Ang. Yes Isa. When I Beseech you that in his Reprieve Longer or Shorter he may be so fitted That his Soul may not Suffer with his Body Ang. And yet it were as good to Pardon him That has from Nature Stol'n a Man already Made as to permit their Saucy Sweetness Who Coin Heaven's Image in a Stamp forbidden Isa. That is set down in Heaven but not on Earth Ang. How say you so then I shall quickly Pose you Which had you rather that your Brother Dye By this Just Law or else to save his Life Give up your Self to the same Blemish That she now suffers whom your Brother Stain'd Isa. I 'd rather give my Body then my Soul Ang. I Talk not of your Soul our compell'd sins Stand more for Number than Account Isa. How Sir Ang. Nay I 'll not warrant that but Answer me I now the Voice of the Recorded Law Pronounce the Sentence on your Brother's Life Might there not be a Charity in Sin To save that Life Isa. If to Pardon him be Sin Heav'n let me bear it It shall be my Pray'r To have it added to my Fanlts not yours Ang. Nay but mind me your Sense pursues not mine ` Or you 'r Ignorant or Craftily would seem so And that 's not good Then marke me Isabel I 'll speak more plain Your Brother is to Dye Isa. True Ang. Admit no other way to save his Life Nor subscribe I that but by way of Question But the Surrender of your Youth and Beauty To the Embraces of a Man whose power With me his Judge cou'd free him from this Danger What wou'd you do Isa. For him as for my self Th' Impressions of sharp VVhips I 'd wear as Rubys And ship my self to Death as to a Bed E'r I wou'd yield my Honour up to Shame Ang. Then must your Brother Dye Isa. And better 't were that he should Dye a while Then for his Ransome I shou'd Dye for ever Ang. Then are not you as Cruel as the Law That you have Slander'd so Isa. Lawful Mercy Sir Is not at all A-kin to Foul Redemption Ang. We all are frail Isa. Else let my Brother Dye Ang. Nay VVomen are frail too Isa. Yes as the Glasses where they View themselves VVomen are soft as their Complexions easie To take a false Impression on their Credulous Minds Ang. I do Arrest your Words Be what you are That is a Woman If you 'r more you 'r none If you are one as your Bright Form assures Then shew it now Isa. I understand you not Ang. Know then I Love you Isa. My Brother Lov'd Julietta And you 've just told me he must dye for it Ang. No he shall live if you 'l reward my Love Isa. Securely from your Power you take a License To seem what you are not to fathom others Ang. Believe me on my Honour I do Love thee Nor can I Live unless thou make me happy Isa. My Lord This is too Palpable Ang. By Heaven By what I most Desire thy Charming Self Thy Words express my Purpose Isa. If my Lord you Love with Honour you will not deny That I with Honour Ask. Ang. Our Contest is On Empty Names Grim Justice and Stern Honour Drive thou that Fantome from thy Downy Breast And give a loose to more Substantial