Rutter, Joseph / Corneille, Pierre · published 1637 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · before the Court unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
'mongst all the youthful lovers which adore Your daughter's beauty, and implore my aid, Don Roderigo and Don Sancho strive Who shall show most the fire her beauties raised. But yet Cimena is indifferent To both their loves, and with an equal eye Beholds them both, nor does she take away Or add aught to their hopes, but still expects A husband from your choice alone designed. She does her duty, both of them deserve her, Both sprung from brave and noble families, Both young, yet such as in their faces show Th' illustrious virtue of their Ancestors, But above all, in Roderigo's face There's not a line which speaks not a brave man; His family has been fruitful still in soldiers, As if they had been borne i'th' midst of laurels. His father's valour, in his time, unequalled, (Whilst his strength lasted) was a prodigy. The furrows in his forehead seem to be Th' engravements of his noble actions, And Roderigo's person seems to promise The virtues of his father. In conclusion, My daughter if she love him shall please me; Go entertain her with it, but be sure You hide m' intentions, and discover hers, At my return we'll speak of it together, Time calls me now to wait upon the Council, Where the King means to choose a Governor Unto the Prince his son, or rather seat me In that high place of honour, for my merits Forbid me to expect an opposition. HOw welcome news will this be to our lovers? How fortune has provided, that all things Should sort to their contentment? How now Elvira? What in conclusion must I hope or fear? What must become of me? what says my father? Only two words, enough to charm your senses, You cannot love Roderigo, more than he Does value him. Prithee speak truth Elvira, Th' excess of this my happiness does stagger My faith in it; may I believe thy words? Nay he went farther, he approves his love, And will command you meet with his desires, This you will find' soon as the Council rises, And that Don Diego meeting time, and place Fit for his purpose, shall propose the business; Fear not but your desires will be contented. I cannot tell, but yet methinks my soul Does not receive this joy; but all confounded Expects what moment will present to me A divers face from this my happiness, And cross my present fortune. You will find This fear of yours most happily deceived. Well, let us go then, and attend the issue. Go boy, look out Cimena, and from me Tell her, her presence was expected sooner, My friendship must complain of this her sloth. I perceive, madam, that all days alike You're sad and pensive, and the same desire To know how her love goes, still presses you. How should it not? when I myself have made her Receive the hurt wherewith her soul is wounded, She loves Don Roderigo by my means, And by my means he has vanquished her disdain, Then since to take 'em I have laid the snare, To free 'em unto me belongs the care.
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MOngſt all the youthfull lovers which adore Your daughters beauty, and implore my aid, Don Roderigo and Don Sancho ſtrive Who ſhall ſhew moſt the fire her beauties rais'd. But yet Cimena is indifferent To both their loves, and with an equall eye Beholds them both, nor does ſhe take away Or adde ought to their hopes, but ſtill expects A husband from your choice alone deſign'd. She does her duty, both of them deſerve her, Both ſprung from brave and noble families, Both young, yet ſuch as in their faces ſhew Th' illuſtrious vertue of their Anceſtors, But above all, in Roderigo's face There's not a line which ſpeaks not a brave man; His family has been fruitfull ſtill in ſouldiers, As if they had beene borne ith' midſt of lawrels. His fathers valour, in his time, unequall'd, (Whil'ſt his ſtrength laſted) was a prodigie. The furrowes in his fore-head ſeeme to be Th' ingravements of his noble actions, And Roderigo's perſon ſeemes to promiſe The vertues of his father. In concluſion, My daughter if ſhe love him ſhall pleaſe me; Goe entertaine her with it, but be ſure You hide m' intentions, and diſcover hers, At my returne wee'le ſpeake of it together, Time cals me now to wait upon the Councell, Where the King meanes to chuſe a Governour Unto the Prince his ſonne, or rather ſeat me In that high place of honour, for my merits Forbid me to expect an oppoſition. HOw welcome newes will this be to our lovers? How fortune has provided, that all things Should ſort to their contentment? How now Elvira? What in concluſion muſt I hope or feare? What muſt become of me? what ſayes my father? Onely two words, enough to charme your ſenſes, You cannot love Roderigo, more than he Does value him. Prithee ſpeake truth Elvira, Th' exceſſe of this my happineſs does ſtagger My faith in it; may I beleeve thy words? Nay he went farther, he approves his love, And will command you meet with his deſires, This you will finde 'ſoone as the Councell riſes, And that Don Diego meeting time, and place Fit for his purpoſe, ſhall propoſe the buſineſſe; Feare not but your deſires will be contented. I cannot tell, but yet me thinks my ſoule Does not receive this joy; but all confounded Expects what moment will preſent to me A divers face from this my happineſſe, And croſſe my preſent fortune. You will finde This feare of yours moſt happily deceiv'd. Well, let us goe then, and attend the iſſue. GOe boy, looke out Cimena, and from me Tell her, her preſence was expected ſooner, My friendſhip muſt complaine of this her ſloth. I perceive, Madame, that all dayes alike You 're ſad and penſive, and the ſame deſire To know how her love goes, ſtill preſſes you. How ſhould it not? when I my ſelfe have made her Receive the hurt wherewith her ſoule is wounded, She loves Don Roderigo by my meanes, And by my meanes he has vanquiſht her diſdaine, Then ſince to take 'um I have laid the ſnare, To free 'um unto me belongs the care.