Rutter, Joseph / Corneille, Pierre · published 1637 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · before the Court unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Ay me! Do not confound my joys with these sad accents, But give me leave to praise thy early Valour, Which shows the noble stock from which thou sprang'st The first stroke of thy sword, has equalled all That mine could do, and thy brave youthful spirit, Has reached the glory of thy Ancestors. Prop of my age, and fullness of my joy, Touch these white hairs, whose honour thou hast saved, Come kiss this cheek; and view the place which thou Being affronted, rescued'st from disgrace. The honour's due to you, heaven be my witness That coming from you, I could do no less, I hold myself most happy, that the first Trial of my poor valour should please him To whom I owe my life, but in these pleasures Have not a jealousy of me, because After you, I dare satisfy myself Give me leave to despair; 'tis all I ask. Let not your praise flatter me out of that. By, from so brave a heart banish this weakness, Think there are mistresses enough i'th' world, But no more than one honour; love, is but A little pleasure, honour is a duty. What say you, Sir? That which thou ought'st to know. Would you then shame me with inconstancy, A coward Soldier, and a perjured Lover, Run the same course of infamy alike. Cannot I be thought generous unless I be perfidious. Alas my bonds Are too fast tied, to be so soon undone And since I can nor have, nor leave my love, The death I mean to seek is my best comfort. This is no time to seek out death. Thy King, Thy Country needs thy aid, the Fleet we feared That entered on the River, is now ready To take the City by surprise. The Moores Are come in silence almost to our walls, The Court is in an uproar, and the people Call to take arms. Nothing but cries are heard I'th' midst of these calamities, my fortune Has favoured me so much to let me see, Five hundred of my friends, within my house, Who hearing of the affront was given me, Offered their lives to vindicate mine honour, Thou hast prevented them, but their brave valours Will better be employed against the Moores; Go march i'th' head of them; where honour calls thee, Impeach the landing of the enemy. And if thou must seek death, go find it there; But rather Crowned with victory return, And by thy valour force ev'n justice self To pardon, and Cimena to be silent, If thou dost love her, think thy coming home A Conqueror, must regain her heart, or nothing. But time's too precious to be spent in talk, I stay thee in discourse, when thou shouldst fly, Come follow me to my house: Let the King see What he has lost i'th' Count, he has found in thee. BUt is this true, Elvira? art thou sure on't?
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Ay me! Doe not confound my joyes with theſe ſad accents, But give me leave to praiſe thy early Valour, Which ſhewes the noble ſtock from which thou ſprang'ſt The firſt ſtroke of thy ſword, has equall'd all That mine could doe, and thy brave youthfull ſpirit, Has reach'd the glory of thy Anceſtors. Prop of my age, and fulneſſe of my joy, Touch theſe white hayres, whoſe honor thou haſt ſav'd, Come kiſſe this cheeke; and view the place which thou Being affronted, reſcud'ſt from diſgrace. The honor's due to you, heaven be my witneſſe That comming from you, I could doe no leſſe, I hold my ſelfe moſt happy, that the firſt Triall of my poore valour ſhould pleaſe him To whom I owe my life, but in theſe pleaſures Have not a jealouſie of me, becauſe After you, I dare ſatisfie my ſelfe Give me leave to deſpaire; 'tis all I aske. Let not your praiſe flatter me out of that. By, from ſo brave a heart baniſh this weakneſſe, Thinke there are Miſtriſſes enough ith' world, But no more than one honour; love, is but A little pleaſure, honour is a duty. What ſay you, Sir? That which thou ought'ſt to know. Would you then ſhame me with inconſtancy, A coward Souldier, and a perjur'd Lover, Run the ſame courſe of infamy alike. Cannot I be thought generous unleſſe I be perfidious. Alas my bonds Are too faſt ty'd, to be ſo ſoone undone And ſince I can nor have, nor leave my love, The death I meane to ſeeke is my beſt comfort. This is no time to ſeeke out death. Thy King, Thy Country needs thy aid, the Fleet wee fear'd That enter'd on the River, is now ready To take the City by ſurpriſe. The Moores Are come in ſilence almoſt to our wals, The Court is in an uproare, and the people Call to take armes. Nothing but cries are heard I'th mid'ſt of theſe calamities, my fortune Has favor'd me ſo much to let me ſee, Five hundred of my frinds, within my houſe, Who hearing of the affront was given me, Offer'd their lives to vindicate mine honour, Thou haſt prevented them, but their brave valours Will better be imployed againſt the Moores; Goe march i'th head of them; where honour cals thee, Impeach the landing of the enemy. And if thou muſt ſeeke death, goe find it there; But rather Crown'd with victory returne, And by thy valour force ev'n juſtice ſelfe To pardon, and Cimena to be ſilent, If thou do'ſt love her, thinke thy comming home A Conquerour, muſt regaine her heart, or nothing. But time's too precious to be ſpent in talke, I ſtay thee in diſcourſe, when thou ſhould'ſt fly, Come follow mee to my houſe: Let the King ſee What he has loſt ith' Count, he has found in thee. BUt is this true, Elvira? art thou ſure on't?