Rutter, Joseph / Desfontaines, Nicolas-Marc · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 474 words
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His actions tell me that he merits more Which to reward according to his value A Sceptre is too little; I will share With him in his desires, he in my power. Love may content us both, if as my sister Is willing to receive him for her servant, So will the fair Cimena me for hers. Don Sancho from me is gone to see her, He knows her spirit, and should, how to tame it: I hope well of his fair tongues good success. But why is he so slow in his return? Since he is conscious of my nearest secrets He must needs know that I burn all this while And that his slowness causes me to languish. YOur Majesty has no cause of further trouble, See where he is. Oh Don Sancho welcome, What says Cimena? All that rigour can All that disdain and scorn does usually Inspire proud spirits with, that cruel fair Permitted to her tongue, my gentle words Were spent in vain; the Northern wind would sooner Have given them hearing, Roderigo's love Has made her to all else inexorable Nor can we hope to treat with her again. As for a Crown, Sceptre, or any greatness They seem but to stir up her anger more. What? will she be so cruel to her King? I must abate the pride of that fierce humour, And my resentment of 't shall make her see That Princes must be treated otherwise: But these scorns her, I'll turn into her shame: And Cid whom she believes her own already, Shall as well fail her hopes, as she has mine When a more worthy object shall invite him To change his love, and his disdains of her Shall revenge hers of me. Don Arias, What news is it you bring? Of Cid's good fortune, And of the rebel's fate, he is hard by Victorious and in health. I long to see him He is not far sir from the City walls, Meanwhile this Letter will confirm your Majesty, Ith' truth of what I said. How am I ravished And my soul burns with hot impatience After this object which she so desires, Go tell him that my thoughts are swift to see him, Don Diego see that he be well received. IT seems Cimena, you have no room left In this hard heart of yours for him that loves you, Must a King live and die in the same fetters? Were I a private man you'd be ingrateful To hate me, 'cause I love you, howsoever You were too blame to use Don Sancho so. Coming from me, and offering my service He might deserve a kinder entertainment Civility would require so much; and though He had displeased you, courting you for me Duty should have made good your want of love.
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His actions tell me that he merits more Which to reward according to his value A Scepter is too little; I will ſhare With him in his deſires, he in my power. Love may content us both, if as my ſiſter Is willing to receive him for her ſervant, So will the fair Cimena me for hers. Don Sancho from me is gone to ſee her, He knows her ſpirit, and ſhould, how to tame it: I hope well of his fair tongues good ſucceſſe. But why is he ſo ſlow in his return? Since he is conſcious of my neereſt ſecrets He muſt needs know that I burn all this while And that his ſlowneſſe cauſes me to languiſh. YOur Majeſty has no cauſe of further trouble, See where he is. Oh Don Sancho welcome, What ſays Cimena? All that rigour can All that diſdain and ſcorn does uſually Inſpire proud ſpirits with, that cruell faire Permitted to her tongue, my gentle words Were ſpent in vain; the Northern wind would ſooner Have given them hearing, Roderigoes love Has made her to all elſe inexorable Nor can we hope to treat with her again. As for a Crown, Scepter, or any greatneſſe They ſeem but to ſtirre up her anger more. What? will ſhe be ſo cruell to her King? I muſt abate the pride of that fierce humour, And my reſentment of t ſhall make her ſee That Princes muſt be treated otherwiſe: But theſe ſcorns her, Ile turn into her ſhame: And Cid whom ſhe believes her own already, Shall as well fail her hopes, as ſhe has mine When a more worthy object ſhall invite him To change his love, and his diſdains of her Shall revenge hers of me. Don Arias, What news is it you bring? Of Cids good fortune, And of the Rebels fate, he is hard by Victorious and in health. I long to ſee him He is not farre ſir from the City walls, Mean-while this Letter will confirme your Majeſty, Ith' truth of what I ſaid. How am I raviſh'd And my ſoule burns with hot impatience After this object which ſhe ſo deſires, Go tell him that my thoughts are ſwift to ſee him, Don Diego ſee that he be well received. IT ſeems Cimena, you have no room left In this hard heart of yours for him that loves you, Muſt a King live and die in the ſame fetters? Were I a private man you'd be ingratefull To hate me, 'cauſe I love you, howſoever You were too blame to uſe Don Sancho ſo. Comming from me, and offering my ſervice He might deſerve a kinder entertainment Civility would require ſo much; and though He had diſpleas'd you, courting you for me Duty ſhould have made good your want of love.