Rutter, Joseph / Desfontaines, Nicolas-Marc · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 438 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Madam, I have not so much arrogance To challenge to myself such mighty deeds. My actions bound themselves more narrowly: I never did defeat the Moores, my arm Could ne'er do any thing worth your acceptance, And yet it reek, not with your father's blood. Knows thy fierce rage no bounds, tak'st thou delight To persecute me still, art thou not weary To see my tears run? thou mightst easier draw My blood, and kill me with less cruelty. Come make it perfect, and revenge thy shame Upon my life's loss; yet let thy rage forbear To wrong that goodness, which has spared thy life. In telling truth I offer no man wrong, Nor did my rage suggest my words unto me Your design's fair indeed, but your hope vain; You care not how y'affront a monarch's will; Nor can you think that your Cid will be faithless, You are the only she in all the Court To whom his love's unknown, you have not heard That Corduba's Infanta is his Mistress; But he himself avows it in his letters, Which he has done so to the life, that all Believe he's less their enemy, than her lover. Well let th' Infanta come, let her instead Of being captive be a conqueress, Let Cid that should be victor, be her slave, It matters not, so I may have thy absence: I'll wait th'effects of his inconstancy With more assurance, and far less disquiet, Pray leave me, I demand it as a favour And find some better office when you next Address yourself to any; 'tis no shame Not to have well discharged such an employment As being done must needs betray thy honour. 'Long as I serve my King, I fear no blame But here's an end of this; I leave you Madam, Till time shall make you to digest my counsel. In the meanwhile I'm silent, and obey. DO not believe Don Diego, though I share My heart and Crown with the beloved Cimena, That i'll usurp by my authority A treasure which thy son deserved so well. No, his great services do live too fresh In my remembrance to be so requited: Rather I mean t'augment his happiness, And his reward shall parallel his valour, A nobler Mistress I design for him To whom Cimena without blushing may Give place unto; nor should thy son complain Of this my affection, or of that his change. But we have never sir deserved this honour, Nor dare my son pretend to such a fortune, A higher happiness attends the Princess, Who is too generous to descend so low.
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Madam, I have not ſo much arrogance To challenge to my ſelf ſuch mighty deeds. My actions bound themſelves more narrowly: I never did defeat the Moores, my arme Could nere do any thing worth your acceptance, And yet it reak, not with your fathers bloud. Knows thy fierce rage no bounds, tak'ſt thou delight To perſecute me ſtill, art thou not weary To ſee my teares run? thou mightſt eaſier draw My bloud, and kill me with leſſe cruelty. Come make it perfect, and revenge thy ſhame Upon my lives loſſe; yet let thy rage forbeare To wrong that goodneſſe, which has ſpar'd thy life. In telling truth I offer no man wrong, Nor did my rage ſuggeſt my words unto me Your Deſigne's fair indeed, but your hope vain; You care not how y'affront a Monarchs will; Nor can you think that your Cid will be faithleſſe, You are the only ſhe in all the Court To whom his love's unknown, you have not heard That Cordubas Infanta is his Miſtris; But he himſelf avows it in his letters, Which he has done ſo to the life, that all Believe he's leſſe their enemy, then her lover. Well let th' Infanta come, let her inſtead Of being captive be a conquereſſe, Let Cid that ſhould be victor, be her ſlave, It matters not, ſo I may have thy abſence: Ile wait th'effects of his inconſtancie With more aſſurance, and farre leſſe diſquiet, Pray leave▪me, I demand it as a favour And finde ſome better office when you next Addreſſe your ſelfe to any▪ 'tis no ſhame Not to have well diſcharg'd ſuch an employment As being done muſt needs betray thy honour. 'Long as I ſerve my King, I feare no blame But here's an end of this; I leave you Madam, Till time ſhall make you to digeſt my counſaile. In the mean while I' me ſilent, and obay. DO not believe Don Diego, though I ſhare My heart and Crown with the belov'd Cimena, That ile uſurpe by my authority A treaſure which thy ſonne deſerv'd ſo well. No, his great ſervices do live too freſh In my remembrance to be ſo requited: Rather I mean t'augment his happineſſe, And his reward ſhall paralell his valour, A nobler Miſtris I deſigne for him To whom Cimena without bluſhing may Give place unto; nor ſhould thy ſonne complain Of this my affection, or of that his change. But we have never ſir deſerv'd this honour, Nor dare my ſonne pretend to ſuch a fortune, A higher happineſſe attends the Princeſſe, Who is too generous to deſcend ſo low.