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 · 508 words
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If love do live on hope, and die with it, Roderigo cannot trouble you any longer, You know the Combat where he is engaged By his Cimena, there he must or die, Or be her husband, but whatever happen, Whether he live, or die, your hope is dead. But how canst thou assure me it is dead, If upon these conditions Roderigo Do entertain the Combat, have not I Inventions enough to break it off? Love the sweet Author of my punishment, Can teach the wits of lovers many slights. Hope you to breed a discontent between'em, Which a Father's death cannot. Cimena shows By her conduct of this affair, that hate Causes not her pursuit, 'tis true sh' has got The Combat granted, but to take her part Whom has she chosen, not an expert man, Or one already famous for his actions. Don Sancho serves her turn, who till this time Did never put on arms; she loves in him His small experience. This her sudden choice Must make you see, she sought for such a Combat As might enforce her duty to be silent, And yet assure Roderigo's conquest. I see it well enough, and yet my heart Strives with Cimena's, who shall most adore him, What had I best resolve on, Leonora? Madam, bethink yourself of whom y'are borne, A King, heaven owes you, and you love a subject. No, no, my thoughts are off from their first object, I love not Roderigo as a Gentleman, He that I love now, is the Valiant CID, The Master of two Kings. And yet I mean T'o'ercome myself, not for the fear of blame, But that I won't disturb so fair a flame, And though they would now crown him, yet I should not Resume the gift which I have given another Then since thou sayst Roderigoe's Victory Is certain, let's go give him to Cimena. And thou that know'st how far my love has run, Come, see me finish what I have begun. WHat shall I do Elvira? all my hopes Are lost, and I have nothing left but fears, I dare not give consent to my own wishes, I've caused two Rivals to take arms for me, whatever happens. Sorrow is my lot; For think the best, I can of fate obtain, My Father's unrevenged or lover slain. From both sides you will find reason of comfort, Either you have revenge or Roderigo however destiny disposes of you It saves your honour, and provides y'a husband. What? the object of my hate, or of my anger? Roderigo's, or my Father's murderer, From this or that, I must expect a husband Died in the blood of him I held most dear, I fear the issue worse than any death. Go vengeance, or my love that troublest me, Thou hast not sweets I'm sure to make me amends, And thou the powerful mover of that fate Which does me all this violence, determine This Combat equally, without advantage, That neither be the Victor, or the Vanquished.
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If love doe live on hope, and dye with it, Roderigo cannot trouble you any longer, You know the Combat where he is ingag'd By his Cimena, there he muſt or dye, Or be her husband, but what ever happen, Whether he live, or dye, your hope is dead. But how canſt thou aſſure me it is dead, If upon theſe conditions Roderigo Doe entertaine the Combat, have not I Inventions enough to breake it off? Love the ſweet Author of my puniſhment, Can teach the wits of lovers many ſlights. Hope you to breed a diſcontent between'um, Which a Fathers death cannot. Cimena ſhewes By her conduct of this affaire, that hate Cauſes not her purſuite, 'tis true ſh' has got The Combat graunted, but to take her part Whom has ſhe choſen, not an expert man, Or one already famous for his actions. Don Sancho ſerves her turne, who till this time Did never put on armes; ſhe loves in him His ſmall experience. This her ſuddaine choiſe Muſt make you ſee, ſhe ſought for ſuch a Combat As might enforce her duty to be ſilent, And yet aſſure Roderigo's conqueſt. I ſee it well enough, and yet my heart Strives with Cimena's, who ſhal moſt adore him, What had I beſt reſolve on, Leonora? Madam, bethink your ſelfe of whom y'are borne, A King, heav'n owes you, and you love a ſubject. No, no, my thoughts are off from their firſt object, I love not Roderigo as a Gentleman, Hee that I love now, is the Valiant CID, The Maiſter of two Kings. And yet I meane T'orecome my ſelfe, not for the feare of blame, But that I won't diſturbe ſo faire a flame, And though they would now crown him, yet I ſhould not Reſume the guift which I have giv'n another Then ſince thou ſaiſt Roderigoe's Victory Is certaine, let's goe give him to Cimena. And thou that know'ſt how far my love has run, Come, ſee me finiſh what I have begun. WHat ſhall I doe Elvira? all my hopes Are loſt, and I have nothing left but feares, I dare not give conſent to my owne wiſhes, I've caus'd two Rivals to take armes for me, What ever happens. Sorrow is my lot; For thinke the beſt, I can of fate obtaine, My Father's unreveng'd or lover ſlaine. From both ſides you will find reaſon of comfort, Either you have revenge or Roderigo How ever deſtiny diſpoſes of you It ſaves your honour, and provides y'a husband. What? the object of my hate, or of my anger? Roderigo's, or my Fathers murderer, From this or that, I muſt expect a husband Dy'd in the bloud of him I held moſt deare, I feare the iſſue worſe than any death. Goe vengeance, or my love that troubleſt me, Thou haſt not ſweets I'me ſure to make me amends, And thou the powerfull mover of that fate Which does me all this violence, determine This Combat equally, without advantage, That neither be the Victor, or the Vanquiſht.