Rutter, Joseph / Corneille, Pierre · published 1637 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · before the Court T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.75 · 482 words
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He, and the Count of Gormas Good God, I tremble! Speak. Went out together. Alone? Alone, and as it seemed, they went to quarrel. Ay me, my fear's, they're fighting by this time. Let's spend no more time then, but go look 'em out. IS he so vain, has he so little reason, That he dares think his crime yet pardonable? I treated long with him on your behalf, I did (Sir) my devoir, but obtained nothing. Just heaven! can a subject be so rash To have so little care to please his Master? H'as strucken Don Diego, scorned his King, In my own Court he means to give me laws: Be he ne'er so good a soldier or commander, I'll make him know what 'tis to disobey. I would ha' treated him with all fair means, But since he has abused my patience, Go some of you and look him out, and whether He do resist, or not, make sure of him. Perhaps some little time will bring him in. He was taken boiling in his choler, Sir, And a stout heart will hardly yield to reason, In the first motion of its rage and heat. Here's no man, that not thinks he is to blame, But yet so high a spirit is not brought At first so easily to confess his fault. Don Sancho, hold your peace, and let me tell you, He that shall take his part is alike faulty. I obey Sir, and am silent, but with favour, A word in his defence. What can you say? Sir, that a soul accustomed to great actions, Cannot abase itself to low submissions. It knows not how to do it without shame, And that's the word which troubles most the Count. He finds it somewhat hard to do his duty. He would obey if he had less of courage; If you'd command, that he being used to arms, Should with his sword repair this injury, I'll undertake he shall make satisfaction. You are too bold Sir, but your age I pardon, Thinking it to proceed from heat of youth. A prudent King knows better how to husband His subjects' blood, then so to venture 'em. For mine, I mean my care shall still conserve 'em. As the head cares for th' members which do serve it. You speak Sir, as a soldier, but I must Do as a King, and whatsoe'er the Count Does say or think, I'm sure he cannot lose Ought of his honour in obeying me: Th' affront he did to him whom I have made Governor to my son, does touch me nearly, And this his insolence hath quarreled me, And th' choice I made: So if he do submit, I am the man he satisfies. But no more, Don Arias, by an advice of late received, I hear the Moores mean shortly to surprise us.
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He, and the Count of Gormas Good God, I tremble! Speake. Went out together. Alone? Alone, and as it ſeem'd, they went to quarell. Ay me, my fear's, they 're fighting by this time. Let's ſpend no more time then, but goe looke um out. IS he ſo vaine, has he ſo little reaſon, That he dares thinke his crime yet pardonable? I treated long with him on your behalfe, I did (Sir) my devoir, but obtain'd nothing. Juſt heaven! can a ſubject be ſo raſh To have ſo little care to pleaſe his Maſter? H'as ſtrucken Don Diego, ſcorn'd his King, In my owne Court he meanes to give me lawes: Be he ne're ſo good a ſouldier or commander, I'le make him know what 'tis to diſobey. I would ha' treated him with all faire meanes, But ſince he has abus'd my patience, Goe ſome of you and looke him out, and whether He doe reſiſt, or not, make ſure of him. Perhaps ſome little time will bring him in. He was taken boiling in his choller, Sir, And a ſtout heart will hardly yeeld to reaſon, In the firſt motion of its rage and heat. Here's no man, that not thinks he is to blame, But yet ſo high a ſpirit is not brought At firſt ſo eaſily to confeſſe his fault. Don Sancho, hold your peace, and let me tell you, He that ſhall take his part is alike faulty. I obey Sir, and am ſilent, but with favour, A word in his defence. What can you ſay? Sir, that a ſoule accuſtom'd to great actions, Cannot abaſe it ſelfe to low ſubmiſſions. It knowes not how to doe it without ſhame, And that's the word which troubles moſt the Count. He finds it ſomewhat hard to doe his duty. He would obey if he had leſſe of courage; If you'd command, that he being us'd to arms, Should with his ſword repaire this injury, I'le undertake he ſhall make ſatisfaction. You are too bold Sir, but your age I pardon, Thinking it to proceed from heat of youth. A prudent King knowes better how to husband His ſubjects bloud, then ſo to venture 'em. For mine, I meane my care ſhall ſtill conſerve 'um. As the head cares for th' members which doe ſerve it. You ſpeake Sir, as a ſouldier, but I muſt Doe as a King, and whatſoere the Count Does ſay or thinke, I'me ſure he cannot loſe Ought of his honour in obeying me: Th' affront he did to him whom I have made Governour to my ſonne, does touch me neerly, And this his inſolence hath quarrell'd me, And th' choice I made: So if he doe ſubmit, I am the man he ſatisfies. But no more, Don Arias, by an advice of late receiv'd, I heare the Moores meane ſhortly to ſuppriſe us.