Rutter, Joseph / Desfontaines, Nicolas-Marc · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
What? has he overcome his enemies? Is he come home laden with Palms and Laurels? I hear his valour has assured our state, But that is not the cause of this my visit. What's then my happiness, pray let me know it. Madam advise but with your own perfections And you will know the good provided for you, Ask counsel of your eyes; and they will tell you 'gainst whom their quick & burning darts are thrown They'll tell you that a King sprightly and young Chooses to be a slave before himself: And that he finds his chains so sweet and pleasant He seems to have no will to reign without you, And I am sent to ask what he implores, Be not then rigorous to yourself and him, But think what baits a Sceptre carries in it, And that 'twill ill become you to be cruel When a Crown, and title of a Queen is offered. I me sure it less becomes thee to afflict me With a discourse so hateful, perjured man Hast thou so little shame, and courage in thee To speak this and not blush; hast thou forgot The glory of thy bonds; and that myself Permitted thee to wear 'em, whilst my pity Made my looks gracious to thee, couldst thou then Having been once a Lover, proud to be so, Speak for another now, and that I should For thy sake take his love into my heart. Thou showst by this thy baseness, how unworthy Was Roderigo's rival, since thou canst not Preserve the honour which thou hadst, for once To have been his Competitor. Did I think That you bore any thoughts of love to me, Or that th' impression of my former flame Were not quite worn out of your heart, I should not Speak for the King a word, but for myself, And you should see by my great constancy, How much I'd cherish such a hope. What traitor Should I love thee? canst thou imagine it? Or tempt thyself with such a vanity; I never yet received a flame so hateful And if I thought my heart could entertain it, I'd pull it out myself: but canst thou have The confidence, Don Sancho to pretend To what thou wert not able to defend; Hast thou forgot the Duel where thou wert Forced to bring me the sword thou vainly hadst Employed against the Cid, is it for that Thou layest thy claim to my affection? For that must I prefer thee to the man Whom the Moores fear, and Spain does reverence? Come let me hear thy actions; were our enemies Defeated by thy valour? Did the Moores Yield themselves at the hearing of thy name? Does thy arm hold our tottering Kingdom up? Art thou the glory of it? prove it true And I will run into thy dear embraces.
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What? has he overcome his enemies? Is he come home laden with Palmes and Lawrels? I heare his valor has aſſur'd our ſtate, But that is not the cauſe of this my viſit. What's then my happineſſe, pray let me know it. Madam adviſe but with your own perfections And you will know the good provided for you, Aske counſell of your eyes; and they will tell you Gainſt whom their quick & burning darts are thrown They'l tell you that a King ſprightly and young Chooſes to be a ſlave before himſelf: And that he findes his chains ſo ſweet and pleaſant He ſeems to have no will to reigne without you, And I am ſent to aske what he implores, Be not then rigorous to your ſelf and him, But think what baits a Scepter carries in it, And that 'twill ill become you to be cruell When a Crown, and title of a Queen is offerd. I me ſure it leſſe becomes thee to afflict me With a diſcourſe ſo hatefull, perjur'd man Haſt thou ſo little ſhame, and courage in thee To ſpeake this and not bluſh; haſt thou forgot The glory of thy bonds; and that my ſelf Permitted thee to weare em, whilſt my pitty Made my looks gracious to thee, couldſt thou then Having been once a Lover, proud to be ſo, Speak for another now, and that I ſhould For thy ſake take his love into my heart. Thou ſhewſt by this thy baſeneſſe, how unworthy Was Roderigoes rivall, ſince thou canſt not Preſerve the honour which thou hadſt, for once To have been his Competitor. Did I think That you bore any thoughts of love to me, Or that th' impreſſion of my former flame Were not quite worn out of your heart, I ſhould not Speak for the King a word, but for my ſelf, And you ſhould ſee by my great conſtancie, How much I de cheriſh ſuch a hope. What traitour Should I love thee? canſt thou imagine it? Or tempt thy ſelf with ſuch a vanity; I never yet receiv'd a flame ſo hatefull And if I thought my heart could entertain it, Ide pull it out my ſelf: but canſt thou have The confidence, Don Sancho to pretend To what thou wert not able to defend; Haſt thou forgot the Duell where thou wert Forc'd to bring me the ſword thou vainly hadſt Imploy'd againſt the Cid, is it for that Thou lay'ſt thy clayme to my affection? For that muſt I preferre thee to the man Whom the Moores feare, and Spaine does reverence? Come let me heare thy actions; were our enemies Defeated by thy valour? Did the Moores Yield themſelves at the hearing of thy name? Does thy arme hold our tottering Kingdome up? Art thou the glory of it? prove it true And I will run into thy deare embraces.