Rutter, Joseph / Corneille, Pierre · published 1637 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · before the Court unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 516 words
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COme Cimena, Dry thy eyes: And receive with a glad heart This noble Conqueror, from thy Princess's hand. Great Sir, be not offended if before you, The duty which I owe to love, do cast me Here at her feet. I come not to demand The prize which I have won, but once more yet To offer you my life. My love shall not Or plead the combats law, or the Kings will, If all that's done cannot appease your anger, Tell me what means is left to satisfy. Must I encounter yet a thousand Rivals, Travail from one end of the Earth to th' other Or force a Camp myself, or rout an Army, If at length I may expiate my crime, I shall attempt all this: But if your honour Be still inexorable, and nothing can Appease it but my death; Behold my head I cast it at your feet. Take it yourself, And arm no other hand for your revenge, Since none but yours can do't. Yet let my death Be all my punishment, and let me not Be banished from your memory, but say If any time you call to mind my pain Had he not loved me, he had not been slain, Rise Roderigo. Sir, I must needs say My love has showed itself too much, for me Now to deny it. Roderigo has Such virtues, as I know not how to hate. And you're my King. I cannot but obey you, But is there here any appearance of A Marriage, if it be, it is a sad one, That one day should begin, and end my mourning, That having laid my Father in his grave, I should lay Roderigo in my bed: That were to hold intelligence with's murderer, And soil my honour with eternal shame. Time often makes that lawful, which at present Seems not to be so. Roderigo, has won thee, And his thou must be. But though his valour Have made you his, yet I should do you wrong So soon to give him the reward he fought for. Take if you will a year, to end your mourning. In the mean time Roderigo shall take arms, And having under his command my Army, Shall carry back the War unto the Moores Which they brought hither, that they all may tremble At this brave name of CID, which they have given thee They've called thee Lord already, and they would Make thee their King. But let not (Roderigo) Thy great exploits, take off thy loyalty; Return, if possible, more worthy of her, And let thy deeds set such a price upon thee, That she may court thy Marriage as an honour. For my Cimena, Sir, and for your service, What can you bid me do I won't accomplish? And though I hardly can endure her absence, Yet are the hopes you give sufficient happiness. Rely upon thy valour and my promise, And now thou hast thy Mistress heart already, This point of honour (which is the last thing) Let time o'er come, thy valour, and thy King.
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COme Cimena, Drye thy eyes: And receive with a glad heart This noble Conquerour, from thy Princeſſe's hand. Great Sir, be not offended if before you, The duty which I owe to love, doe caſt me Here at her feet. I come not to demand The prize which I have won, but once more yet To offer you my life. My love ſhall not Or plead the combats law, or the Kings will, If all that's done cannot appeaſe your anger, Tell me what meanes is left to ſatisfie. Muſt I encounter yet a thouſand Rivals, Travaile from one end of the Earth to th' other Or force a Camp my ſelfe, or rout an Army, If at length I may expiate my crime, I ſhall attempt all this: But if your honour Be ſtill inexorable, and nothing can Appeaſe it but my death; Behold my head I caſt it at your feet. Take it your ſelfe, And arme no other hand for your revenge, Since none but yours can do't. Yet let my death Be all my puniſhment, and let me not Be baniſh'd from your memory, but ſay If any time you call to mind my paine Had he not lov'd me, he had not been ſlaine, Riſe Roderigo. Sir, I muſt needs ſay My love has ſhew'd it ſelfe too much, for me Now to deny it. Roderigo has Such vertues, as I know not how to hate. And you're my King. I cannot but obey you, But is there here any appearance of A Marriage, if it be, it is a ſad one, That one day ſhould begin, and end my mourning, That having lay'd my Father in his grave, I ſhould lay Roderigo in my bed: That were to hold intelligence with's murtherer, And ſoyle my honour with eternall ſhame. Time often makes that lawfull, which at preſent Seemes not to be ſo. Roderigo, has won thee, And his thou muſt be. But though his valour Have made you his, yet I ſhould doe you wrong So ſoone to give him the reward he fought for. Take if you will a yeare, to end your mourning. In the meane time Roderigo ſhall take armes, And having under his command my Army, Shall carry back the War unto the Moores Which they brought hither, that they all may tremble At this brave name of CID, which they have given thee They've call'd thee Lord already, and they would Make thee their King. But let not (Roderigo) Thy great exploits, take off thy loyalty; Returne, if poſſible, more worthy of her, And let thy deeds ſet ſuch a price upon thee, That ſhe may court thy Marriage as an honour. For my Cimena, Sir, and for your ſervice, What can you bid me doe I won't accompliſh? And though I hardly can endure her abſence, Yet are the hopes you give ſufficient happineſſe. Rely upon thy valour and my promiſe, And now thou haſt thy Miſtreſſe heart already, This point of honour (which is the laſt thing) Let time o're come, thy valour, and thy King.