Rutter, Joseph / Corneille, Pierre · published 1637 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
If the just violence of a fatal duty, Which makes me to pursue thee 'gainst my will, Prescribe unto thy love so hard a law, That thou wilt not defend thyself 'gainst him That fights for me. Take head lest thou forget That both thy life, and glory fall together, And howsoever Roderigo has lived Being slain, he will be thought a vanquished man. Honour was dearer once than I was to you, When in my Father's blood you imbrued your hands, It made you then in spite of your affection Renounce the hope of ere enjoying me; But now you value it so little that You care not who it is that conquers you. See how unseasonable your virtue is, Why were you valiant once & are not now? Were you so only to do me an outrage? Or will you be so cruel to my father, That having conquered him, you will submit yourself to any hand. No Roderigo Defend thy honour, though thou slight thy life. Mine honour cannot need any defence More than it has already. He that could Defeat the Moores, and kill the Count of Gormas, Has not an enemy beside to fear. No, no, Roderigo knows whate'er you think, How in this fight to die and save his honour, That none shall dare to think he wanted courage, Only they'll say he did adore Cimena. He would not live, having deserved her hate, How he gave way unto the cruel fate which forced his Mistress to pursue his death. she asked his head, and his great heart conceived He should commit a crime, if he denied it. T'acquit his honour he renounced his love, T'acquit his Mistress he renounced his life. Thus shall you see my glory in this Combat Shine more than ere it did. My willing death Shall have this honour, that no Man but I Could for the wrong done to you satisfy. Since nor thy love, nor honour can prevail To hold thee from thy ruin, dear Roderigo, If ere I loved thee, I conjure thee now To do thy best, if for no other end To free me from Don Sancho, let me not Be given up to th' object of my loathing. What shall I say more? go defend thyself, And if thy love be not congealed to ice, Be Victor where Cimena is the price, Adieu! this last word makes me blush for shame. Is there an Enemy now, that I can fear? Moores, and Castilians, or whate'er you be, Whom Aragon, or Spain thinks valiant, Appear, and make one army of yourselves, My soul encouraged thus shall throw me on you. For so sweet hopes, what is't I dare not meet with? IS it to me you come now Leonora? madam, I come to testify the joy I feel, to see your heart at rest. My heart? Can rest come to a heart that's filled with griefs?
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If the juſt violence of a fatall duty, Which makes me to purſue thee 'gainſt my will, Preſcribe unto thy love ſo hard a law, That thou wilt not defend thy ſelfe 'gainſt him That fights for me. Take head leaſt thou forget That both thy life, and glory fall together, And howſoever Roderigo has liv'd Being ſlaine, he will be thought a vanquiſht man. Honour was dearer once then I was to you, When in my Fathers bloud you imbru'd your hands, It made you then in ſpight of your affection Renounce the hope of ere injoying me; But now you value it ſo little that You care not who it is that conquers you. See how unſeaſonable your vertue is, Why were you valiant once & are not now? Were you ſo onely to doe me an outrage? Or will you be ſo cruell to my father, That having conquer'd him, you will ſubmit Your ſelfe to any hand. No Roderigo Defend thy honor, though thou ſlight thy life. Mine honor cannot need any defence More than it has already. He that could Defeat the Moores, and kill the Count of Gormas, Has not an enemy beſides to feare. No, no, Roderigo know's what ere you thinke, How in this fight to die and ſave his honour, That none ſhall dare to thinke he wanted courage, Onely they'le ſay he did adore Cimena. He would not live, having deſerv'd her hate, How he gave way unto the cruell fate which forc'd his Miſtreſſe to purſue his death. Shee ask'd his head, and his great heart conceiv'd He ſhould commit a crime, if he deny'd it. T'acquit his honour he renounc'd his love, T'acquit his Miſtreſſe he renounc'd his life. Thus ſhall you ſee my glory in this Combat Shine more than ere it did. My willing death Shall have this honour, that no Man but I Could for the wrong done to you ſatisfy. Since nor thy love, nor honour can prevaile To hold thee from thy ruine, deare Roderigo, If ere I lov'd thee, I conjure thee now To doe thy beſt, if for no other end To free me from Don Sancho, let me not Be given up to th' object of my loathing. What ſhall I ſay more? goe defend thy ſelfe, And if thy love be not congeal'd to ice, Be Victor where Cimena is the price, Adieu! this laſt word makes me bluſh for ſhame. Is there an Enemy now, that I can feare? Moores, and Caſtilians, or what ere you be, Whom Aragon, or Spaine thinkes valiant, Appeare, and make one army of your ſelves, My ſoule encouraged thus ſhall throw me on you. For ſo ſweet hopes, what is't I dare not meet with? IS it to me you come now Leonora? Madame, I come to teſtifie the joy I feele, to ſee your heart at reſt. My heart? Can reſt come to a heart that's fill'd with griefes?