Rutter, Joseph / Corneille, Pierre · published 1637 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · before the Court T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.81 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
To say I love his victory, by it He has assured the State, and rendered me A noble sacrifice, in stead of Flowers Crowned with victorious bays, and such a one, As I'd have offered to my Father's ghost. But why, alas, am I transported so? Roderigo needs not fear what I can do. What can a virgin's tears despised and scorned. Your Kingdom is to him a place of free Security, and he shall triumph over me As o'er his enemies, the blood o'th' Moores Shall choke up justice here, which must be made A Trophy to the Victor's crimes; Whilst I Amongst the rest, adorn his victory. Sweet heart y'are too much hurried with your passions. We, when we render Justice use to cast Each thing in balance, Roderigo killed Thy Father, but he gave the first offence. Equity binds me then, to show some sweetness To the first injured. But before thou accuse him, Ask counsel of thy heart. Of which he's master. I'm sure thy love, secretly thanks thy King, Whose favour keeps so brave a Lover for thee. For me! my Enemy the Author of My miscries, the murderer of my father. Is my just suit so slighted that I'm thought To be obliged because I am not heard? Sir, since my tears cannot obtain it of you, Let the sword, I beseech you, give me justice By that I'm injured and by that I crave To be revenged. Of all your Cavaliers I ask his head, to him that brings it me, As to the Conqueror I give myself, The Combat ended, he shall be my husband, This, I beseech your Majesty may be published By your authority. This country's custom, More ancient than good, under the colour Of punishing unjust attempts, has robbed The state of its best Soldiers, and often The success does not answer the intent, The guilty scape, and kill the innocent; I must dispense with Roderigo's blood, It is more precious to me, than so slightly To be exposed to hazard, though his spirit Forced him to do an outrage, yet in freeing His Country from the Moores, h'has freed himself. How, Sir, for him must you reverse your laws, Which have so often been observed? what will The people, or the tongue of envy say, Hearing he lives by your protection? And that it only serves him for a colour To hide his cowardice. These are favours, Sir, Which bring dishonour, with'em to the takers, The Count durst do a wrong, my Son durst punish, Let him maintain the honour he has won. Since you will have it so, let it be done, But if Roderigo be exposed to all That will come in to fight for such a prize, He must be sure to want no enemies. I will have only one t'encounter him. Choose whom you will, Cimena, and choose wisely, But after this, urge me to nothing farther.
before the Court;Phoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
not in BritDrama
Play type
Boys Professional;Professional;Translation
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1059 · TCP A19346 · DEEP 878
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 1273–1335 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 27 in this edition
Length
493 words · 637 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.807 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T7 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
To ſay I love his victory, by it He has aſſur'd the State, and render'd me A noble ſacrifice, in ſtead of Flowers Crown'd with victorious baies, and ſuch a one, As I'de have offer'd to my Fathers ghoſt. But why, alas, am I tranſported ſo? Roderigo needs not feare what I can doe. What can a Virgins teares deſpis'd and ſcorn'd. Your Kingdome is to him a place of free Security, and he ſhall triumph over me As 'ore his enemies, the bloud oth' Moores Shall choake up juſtice here, which muſt be made A Trophee to the Victors crimes; Whileſt I Amongſt the reſt, adorne his victory. Sweet heart y' are too much hurri'd with your paſſions. We, when we render Juſtice uſe to caſt Each thing in ballance, Roderigo kill'd Thy Father, but he gave the firſt offence. Equity binds me then, to ſhew ſome ſweetneſſe To the firſt injur'd. But before thou accuſe him, Aske counſaile of thy heart. Of which hee's maſter. I'me ſure thy love, ſecretly thankes thy King, Whoſe favour keepes ſo brave a Lover for thee. For me! my Enemy the Author of My miſcries, the murderer of my father. Is my juſt ſuite ſo ſlighted that I'me thought To be oblig'd becauſe I am not heard? Sir, ſince my teares cannot obtaine it of you, Let the ſword, I beſeech you, give me juſtice By that I'me injur'd and by that I crave To be reveng'd. Of all your Cavaliers I aske his head, to him that brings it me, As to the Conquerour I give my ſelfe, The Combat ended, he ſhall be my husband, This, I beſeech your Majeſty may be publiſh'd By your authority. This Countries cuſtome, More ancient than good, under the colour Of puniſhing unjuſt attempts, has rob'd The ſtate of its beſt Souldiers, and often The ſucceſſe does not anſwer the intent, The guilty ſcape, and kill the innocent; I muſt diſpenſe with Roderigo's bloud, It is more pretious to me, than ſo flightly To be expos'd to hazard, though his ſpirit Forc'd him to doe an outrage, yet in freeing His Country from the Moores, h'has freed himſelfe. How, Sir, for him muſt you reverſe your lawes, Which have ſo often been obſerv'd? what will The people, or the tongue of envy ſay, Hearing he lives by your protection? And that it only ſerves him for a colour To hide his cowardiſe. Theſe are favors, Sir, Which bring diſhonor, with'um to the takers, The Count durſt doe a wrong, my Sonne durſt puniſh, Let him maintaine the honour hee has won. Since you will have it ſo, let it be done, But if Roderigo be expos'd to all That will come in to fight for ſuch a prize▪ He muſt be ſure to want no enemies. I will have onely one t'incounter him. Chooſe whom you will, Cimena, and chooſe wiſely, But after this, urge me to nothing farther.