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 · 522 words
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How hard it is to beget faith in you, When every man extolls the glorious actions Of this young Heros: The Moores before him Appeared, but to their shame. They quickly landed, But quicker was their flight. Three hours' fight Left to our men a victory entire, And two Kings prisoners. Their leaders valour Could meet with nothing durst stand in its way. And was't Roderigo's hand that did these wonders. The two Kings which he vanquished are his prize. Whence couldst thou gather this strange news, Elvira? From those who sound his praises up and down, The people, who with one voice do salute him Their Guardian Angel, saver of their Country. How does the King look, upon this his valour? Roderigo dares not yet appear in Court, But Don Diego, in the conquerors name, Has made a present of these Crowned Captives, And all he does demand, is, that the King Would deign to see the hand that freed his Country. But has he got no wound? I know not that. Why change you colour so? resume your spirits. Let me resume my anger, which my love Has so enfeebled; must my care for him Make me forget myself? peace, peace my love, And let my anger work; though he have vanquished Two kings, he has not overcome my duty. These mourning habits, where I read my miseries, Are the first fruits his valour did produce, And though all tongues should speak in his defence All objects here do represent his crime. veil, Cypress, and these blacks sad memories Of my dead Father, keep a little up Mine honour 'gainst my passion, and when love Shall get the power of me, tell my heart I owe a duty to a Father slain. Be not transported so: The Infanta's here. I Come not here, Cimena, with faint comforts To plead against thy grief, but with sad sighs To mingle with thy tears. Nay rather, madam, Share in the common joy, and fully taste The happiness, kind heaven has sent to you, I only am designed for grief; the dangers From which y'are rescued by Roderigo's hand, And all your safeties purchased by his arms. To me alone bequeath these tears and sighs, 'Tis he has saved the City, served his King, And only ruined me. 'Tis true, Cimena, He has done wonders. Yes the unwelcome news, Has pierced my ears already, I can hear How the voice goes, and that he's famed no less A Valiant Soldier, than a luckless lover. How comes this news to be unwelcome to you? Was not the man they praised your servant once? And had not he your heart? in honouring him They honour much your choice. I needs must say His honours are but due, and yet to me Each praise of him, is a new punishment, For I can't chose but know how great my loss is, Finding the value of the thing I lose The more his merit, and my love increases, The more my duty gets advantage of me, And spite of my affection puts me on To prosecute his crime.
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How hard it is to be get faith in you, When every man extoll's the glorious actions Of this young Heros: The Moores before him Appear'd, but to their ſhame. They quickly landed, But quicker was their flight. Three houres fight Left to our men a victory intire, And two Kings priſoners. Their leaders valour Could meet with nothing durſt ſtand in its way. And was't Roderigo's hand that did theſe wonders. The two Kings which he vanquiſh'd are his prize. Whence could'ſt thou gather this ſtrange news, Elvira? From thoſe who ſound his praiſes up and downe, The people, who with one voice doe ſalute him Their Guardian Angell, ſaver of their Countrey. How does the King looke, upon this his valour? Roderigo dares not yet appeare in Court, But Don Diego, in the Conquerours name, Has made a preſent of theſe Crowned Captives, And all he does demand, is, that the King Would daigne to ſee the hand that freed his Country. But has he got no wound? I know not that. Why change you colour ſo? reſume your ſpirits. Let me reſume my anger, which my love Has ſo enfeebled; muſt my care for him Make me forget my ſelfe? peace, peace my love, And let my anger worke; though he have vanquiſh'd Two kings, he has not overcome my duty. Theſe mourning habits, where I read my miſeries, Are the firſt fruits his valour did produce, And though all tongues ſhould ſpeake in his defence All objects here doe repreſent his crime. Veile, Cypres, and theſe blacks ſad memories Of my dead Father, keepe a little up Mine honour 'gainſt my paſſion, and when love Shall get the power of me, tell my heart I owe a duty to a Father ſlaine. Be not tranſported ſo: The Infanta's here. I Come not here, Cimena, with faint comforts To plead againſt thy griefe, but with ſad ſighs To mingle with thy teares. Nay rather, Madame, Share in the common joy, and fully taſte The happineſſe, kind heaven has ſent to you, I only am deſign'd for grief; the dangers From which y' are reſcu'd by Rodcrigo's hand, And all your ſafeties purchas'd by his armes. To me alone bequeath theſe teares and ſighs, 'Tis he has ſav'd the Citty, ſerv'd his King, And onely ruin'd me. 'Tis true, Cimena, He has done wonders. Yes the unwelcome newes, Has pierc'd my eares already, I can heare How the voyce goes, and that hee's fam'd no leſſe A Valiant Souldier, than a luckleſſe lover. How comes this newes to be unwelcome to you? Was not the man they prais'd your ſervant once? And had not he your heart? in honouring him They honour much your choiſe. I needs muſt ſay His honours are but due, and yet to me Each p raiſe of him, is a new puniſhment, For I can't choſe but know how great my loſſe is, Finding the value of the thing I loſe The more his merit, and my love increaſes, The more my duty gets advantage of me, And ſpight of my affection puts me on To proſecute his crime.