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 0.84 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
'Tis a strange passion will not give me hearing. What wouldst thou have me hear thee, whilst with boasting Thou paint'st out to me my own fatal crime, And his misfortunes, that thy cruel story May kill me in thy sight. No, I can die Without thy help. My soul can find out death, Instructed by no aid but her own mischiefs. SIr, I need not now dissemble any longer What never art of mine could hide from you I loved, you know, yet to revenge my Father I would proscribe the head I held so dear, By that your Majesty might easily see, I meant my love should give place to my duty. In fine Roderigoe's dead. His death has changed Her, who was once his mortal enemy To an afflicted lover. That revenge I to my Father ought, and to my love These tears which now I shed; Don Sancho has In taking of my part quite ruined me, And yet for doing so I'm made his prize. Sir, if kind pity ever moved a King, Now of your grace revoke this cruel law, Though he have slain the man I loved so dearly, I'll give him all I have for his reward, So he will leave me to myself, and that I may bewail (the time I have to live) My Father, and my Lover, in a Cloister. Now you perceive she loves, Sir, and not thinks 'Tis such a crime t' a vow her lawful love. Sweet heart mistake not, Roderigo lives Don Sancho has made thee a false report. Sir, not by me, but by her too much heat She was deceived: For had she given me leave; I should have told her, that her noble Lover, When he disarmed me, bade me banish fear, For that (said he) I'd rather leave the conquest Uncertain, than I'd spill a drop of blood That's ventured for Cimena, but since I Am by my duty called to attend the King, Ooe you and entertaine her in my stead, And at her feet offer your life and sword. Which when I came to do, the sword deceived her, With which seeing me return, she thought that I Had been the Victor. Presently her anger Betrayed her love, with such impatience That I had not a minute's audience. For my part though I am a vanquished man, And though the interest of my love be great Yet I repute myself in this my loss To be a gainer, loving my distress Which brings so fair a flame, so good success. You must not be ashamed of such a love Cimena, or seek means to disavow it, Your honour's disengaged, your duty quitted, Your Father satisfied; what would you more? Must you still put Roderigo in new danger, You see heaven otherwise disposes of him. And since that it has done so much for him, Do you too something for yourself, and take Him for your husband that I offer you, And whom I know you love.
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 1590–1650 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 26 of 27 in this edition
Length
507 words · 643 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.844 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
'Tis a ſtrange paſſion will not give me hearing. What would'ſt thou have me heare thee, whilſt with boaſting Thou paint'ſt out to me my owne fatall crime, And his misfortunes, that thy cruell ſtory May kill me in thy ſight. No, I can dye Without thy help. My ſoule can find out death, Inſtructed by no ayd but her owne miſchiefes. SIr, I need not now diſſemble any longer What never art of mine could hide from you I lov'd, you know, yet to revenge my Father I would proſcribe the head I held ſo deare, By that your Majeſty might eaſily ſee, I meant my love ſhould give place to my duty. In fine Roderigoe's dead. His death has chang'd Her, who was once his mortall enemy To an afflicted lover. That revenge I to my Father ought, and to my love Theſe teares which now I ſhed; Don Sancho has In taking of my part quite ruin'd me, And yet for doing ſo I'me made his prize. Sir, if kind pitty ever mov'd a King, Now of your grace revoke this cruell law, Though he have ſlaine the man I lov'd ſo dearely, I'le give him all I have for his reward, So he will leave me to my ſelfe, and that I may bewaile (the time I have to live) My Father, and my Lover, in a Cloiſter. Now you perceive ſhe loves, Sir, and not thinkes 'Tis ſuch a crime t' a vow her lawfull love. Sweet heart miſtake not, Roderigo lives Don Sancho has made thee a falſe report. Sir, not by me, but by her too much heat Shee was deceiv'd: For had ſhe given me leave; I ſhould have told her, that her noble Lover, When he diſarm'd me, bade me baniſh feare, For that (ſai'd he) I'de rather leave the conqueſt Uncertaine, than I'de ſpill a drop of bloud That's ventur'd for Cimena, but ſince I Am by my duty call'd to attend the King, Ooe you and entertaine her in my ſtead, And at her feet offer your life and ſword. Which when I came to doe, the ſword deceiv'd her, With which ſeeing me returne, ſhe thought that I Had beene the Victor. Preſently her anger Betray'd her love, with ſuch impatience That I had not a minutes audience. For my part though I am a vanquiſh'd man, And though the intereſt of my love be great Yet I repute my ſelfe in this my loſſe To be a gainer, loving my diſtreſſe Which brings ſo faire a flame, ſo good ſucceſſe. You muſt not be aſham'd of ſuch a love Cimena, or ſeeke meanes to diſavow it, Your honour's diſingag'd, your duty quitted, Your Father ſatisfied; what would you more? Muſt you ſtill put Roderigo in new danger, You ſee hea ven otherwiſe diſpoſes of him. And ſince that it has done ſo much for him, Doe you too ſomething for your ſelfe, and take Him for your husband that I offer you, And whom I know you love.