Rutter, Joseph / Corneille, Pierre · published 1637 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · before the Court unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 486 words
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But my Lord imagine, Kings will be absolute. Let 'em be so, The Die is cast Sir, let's talk no more on't. Then I must take my leave, since my persuasions Can do no good: though you be covered o'er with laurels, yet my Lord, take heed of thunder. I'll wait it without fear. It will come home. If it do, D. Diego's satisfied. How little am I scared with these poor threats? My honour once engaged, a thousand deaths Presented to me in the most hideous forms, Cannot once startle me. MY Lord a word. Speak. Resolve me of a doubt, do you know Don Diego well? I do. And that he was The spirit and the glory of his time, Do you know this? Perhaps he might be so. And that this ardour which mine eyes do bear, Do you know it is his blood it represents? What's that to me? Some distance from this place I'll make you know it. Presumptuous boy! Be not so hot, I know I'm young, but yet In noble souls, valour prevents their years. But who has led thee to that vanity? To set thee upon me, thou that didst never Bear arms, perhaps thou know'st not who I am. Yes: and I know a stouter man than I Would tremble at the hearing of thy name. Thy head is covered o'er with laurels, where Victory perches, and from thence reads to me The fate of my destruction: I do challenge Like a rash youth, a man enured to conquest, Yet having heart enough, I shan't want strength, Or if I should, wearing my father's cause Upon my sword and arm, they cannot fail me. This courage which appears in thy discourse, I have been long acquainted with, and hoping To see the honour of Castille in thee, 'Twas in my thoughts to give my daughter to thee; I know thy love, and am amazed to see its motions to give place unto thy honour, And meaning to find out a perfect man, And complete Cavalier for my son in law, I'm not mistaken in the choice I've made. But here my pity intervenes, and though I wonder at thy courage, yet I grieve To see thy rashness: do not seek thy death, Prithee excuse my valour from a combat So far unequal. If thou fallest by me, 'Twill be no honour to me. To o'ercome Where there's no danger, will be a triumph Where there's no glory: for thou wilt be thought To have with ease been ruined, and myself Shall alone feel the grief that I have done it. Th' hast seconded th' affront thou gav'st my father, With a pity worse than that, dar'st thou deprive me Of my honour, and yet fear'st to take my life? Leave me good youth. Let's go, and talk no more on't. Art thou so weary of thy life?
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But my Lord imagine, Kings will be abſolute. Let 'um be ſo, The Die is caſt Sir, let's talke no more on't. Then I muſt take my leave, ſince my perſwaſions Can doe no good: though you be cover'd o're with lawrels, yet my Lord, take heed of thunder. I'le wait it without feare. It will come home. If it doe, D. Diego's ſatisfied. How little am I ſcar'd with theſe poore threats? My honour once engag'd, a thouſand deaths Preſented to me in the moſt hideous formes, Cannot once ſtartle me. MY Lord a word. Speake. Reſolve me of a doubt, doe you know Don Diego well? I doe. And that he was The ſpirit and the glory of his time, Doe you know this? Perhaps he might be ſo. And that this ardor which mine eyes doe beare, Doe you know it is his bloud it repreſents? What's that to me? Some diſtance from this place I'le make you know it. Preſumptuous boy! Be not ſo hot, I know I'me young, but yet In noble ſoules, valour prevents their yeares. But who has led thee to that vanity? To ſet thee upon me, thou that did'ſt never Beare armes, perhaps thou know'ſt not who I am. Yes: and I know a ſtouter man than I Would tremble at the hearing of thy name. Thy head is cover'd o're with lawrels, where Victory perches, and from thence reads to me The fate of my deſtruction: I doe challenge Like a raſh youth, a man inur'd to conqueſt, Yet having heart enough, I ſhan't want ſtrength, Or if I ſhould, wearing my fathers cauſe Upon my ſword and arme, they cannot faile me. This courage which appeares in thy diſcourſe, I have beene long acquainted with, and hoping To ſee the honour of Caſtile in thee, 'Twas in my thoughts to give my daughter to thee; I know thy love, and am amaz'd to ſee It's motions to give place unto thy honour, And meaning to finde out a perfect man, And compleat Cavalier for my ſonne in law, I'me not miſtaken in the choice I've made. But here my pitty intervenes, and though I wonder at thy courage, yet I grieve To ſee thy raſhneſſe: doe not ſeeke thy death, Prethee excuſe my valour from a combat So farre unequall. If thou fall'ſt by me, 'Twill be no honour to me. To o'recome Where there's no danger, will be a triumph Where there's no glory: for thou wilt be thought To have with eaſe beene ruin'd, and my ſelfe Shall alone feele the griefe that I have done it. Th' haſt ſeconded th' affront thou gav'ſt my father, With a pity worſe than that, dar'ſt thou deprive me Of my honour, and yet fear'ſt to take my life? Leave me good youth. Let's goe, and talke no more on't. Art thou ſo weary of thy life?