Rutter, Joseph / Corneille, Pierre · published 1637 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · before the Court unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 492 words
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After this, Madam, I have nought to say, Unless it be to grieve for your misfortunes, Before I blamed you, now I pity you: But since your virtue has made good itself, So strongly 'gainst the powerful charms and force Of love and honour, and beat back th' assault Of this, and bait of that, in a short time 'Twill give you ease of all, in the meanwhile Cast your firm hope on heaven, which has more justice Than to let virtue be a sufferer long. My best of hopes is to cast off all hope. Madam, Cimena's come, as you commanded. Go, entertain her in the Gallery. But will you still remain in these sad fancies? No, I will' spite of all my grief, put on A face of gladness. Go, I'll follow you. Just heaven, from whence I do expect my aid, Put now at length some period to my evils; Assure mine honour with some ease of love, I seek my happiness in another's bliss, To which give speed good heaven, or more strength To my yet feeble soul, which ne'er can be (Till Hymen have bound them) at liberty. WEll sir, you have got the day, the Kings high favour Has lifted you to that which was my due, H' has made you governor to the Prince of Castille. This honour which he has done my family, Shows he is just, and knows well how to pay With recompense, past services. Though Kings Be great, they are like us, and as much subject To be deceived, as we, and this his choice Makes us (which are his servants) see, how ill He recompences present services. Pray let's no more of this: perhaps t' advance My business, favour did as much as merit: And happily you had been the better choice, But yet the King thought me more fit for him: You may to th' honour which the King has done me Add one more if you please, in joining both Our families by sacred marriage. Roderigo loves your daughter, whom h' has made The chiefest object of's affections, Give your consent, and take him for your son. O Sir, Roderigo must look higher now, The splendour of this honour newly done you Ought to put greater thoughts into his heart. Look to your office well; govern the Prince, Show him the way how he may rule a Province, Make people everywhere obey his law, Teach him to love the good, to awe the bad, Add to these virtues, those of a General, Instruct him how to harden his soft body With pain and travel, till he leave himself Without a Rival in the art of War, To sit continued days and nights on horseback, To take his rest in's Arms: To force a Rampire, And not to owe a victory but to himself, Show him this by example, and remember You ought to represent what you would teach.
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After this, Madam, I have nought to ſay, Unleſſe it be to grieve for your misfortunes, Before I blam'd you, now I pitty you: But ſince your vertue has made good it ſelfe, So ſtrongly 'gainſt the powerfull charmes and force Of love and honour, and beat backe th' aſſault Of this, and bait of that, in a ſhort time 'Twill give you eaſe of all, in the meane while Caſt your firm hope on heaven, which has more juſtice Than to let virtue be a ſufferer long. My beſt of hopes is to caſt off all hope. Madam, Cimena's come, as you commanded. Goe, entertaine her in the Gallery. But will you ſtill remaine in theſe ſad fancies? No, I will 'ſpight of all my griefe, put on A face of gladneſſe. Goe, I'le follow you. Juſt heaven, from whence I doe expect my aid, Put now at length ſome period to my evils; Aſſure mine honour with ſome eaſe of love, I ſeeke my happineſſe in anothers bliſſe, To which give ſpeed good heaven, or more ſtrength To my yet feeble ſoule, which n'ere can be (Till Hymen have bound them) at liberty. WEll ſir, you have got the day, the Kings high favour Has lifted you to that which was my due, H' has made you governour to the Prince of Caſtile. This honour which he has done my family, Shewes he is juſt, and knowes well how to pay With recompence, paſt ſervices. Though Kings Be great, they are like us, and as much ſubject To be deceiv'd, as we, and this his choice Makes us (which are his ſervants) ſee, how ill He recompences preſent ſervices. Pray let's no more of this: perhaps t' advance My buſineſſe, favour did as much as merit: And happily you had beene the better choice, But yet the King thought me more fit for him: You may to th' honour which the King has done me Adde one more if you pleaſe, in joyning both Our families by ſacred marriage. Roderigo loves your daughter, whom h' has made The chiefeſt object of's affections, Give your conſent, and take him for your ſonne. O Sir, Roderigo muſt looke higher now, The ſplendor of this honour newly done you Ought to put greater thoughts into his heart. Looke to your office well; governe the Prince, Shew him the way how he may rule a Province, Make people every where obey his law, Teach him to love the good, to awe the bad, Adde to theſe vertues, thoſe of a Generall, Inſtruct him how to harden his ſoft body With paine and travell, till he leave himſelfe Without a Rivall in the art of Warre, To ſit continued dayes and nights on horſe-backe, To take his reſt in's Armes: To force a Rampire, And not to owe a victorie but to himſelfe, Shew him this by example, and remember You ought to repreſent what you would teach.