Rutter, Joseph / Desfontaines, Nicolas-Marc · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi typicality 0.87 · 527 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
I cannot tell, sir, what has raised your anger, Nor how Don Sancho has described me to you: But certainly, no vanity of mine Did make me to forget my duty to you: And my refusal of the sovereign title Showed my respect, and not my cruelty, Don Sancho perhaps might be displeased, But his discourse moved me to what I said, Since he durst call to mind my father's murder (A wound still bleeding in my memory.) If thou hast yet a feeling of this grief Both for thy honour, and content Cimena 'tis fit thou banish from thy kinder thoughts The Author of it, nor does he now bear The same affection to thee which he did; When he left thee he left his first intentions And having changed his climate, changed his love, Seriffa's beauty is the mark he aims at, Who once thy enemy, is now thy rival. I'm sure he's much engaged to this Infanta, But if he were not, yet the services My father had from all his Family Design for him the Infanta of Castille. SIr. What wouldst thou? Roderigo is without. Admit him then: now you shall see Cimena This glorious Conqueror, I know he'll come Triumphantly, leading his Mistress with him, You'll easily perceive in this encounter Either his love or his ingratitude. Make your best use then of this time, compare Your Graces with your Rivals, and by them Guess what your fortune's like to be. Oh Heavens! With what eyes can I see this his approach? GReat King, than whom the Sun sees nothing happier, (Joy of your subjects' terror of your foes) At length the war respiring, gives me leave To have the honour to kneel here before you, But as unto the Deity, of which You are the Image, none should dare to come Without an offering, so nor could I Hope to deserve the happiness to see you Without a present: Then be pleased, great sir, T'accept from my hand what heaven's bounty gives you This Crown, and these two Princes, so far happy That they are fall'n your prisoners, under whom To be commanded is to live with freedom: This was the King of Corduba, and this The heir apparent of Toledos Kingdom. He hear thy full relation, but before it Let me embrace thee, and behold this forehead Where Love and Mars do sit enthroned, and make thee Victorious in either of their wars. Oh sir, how can I answer this discourse To spare my modesty, sir, spare your favours And share the honours, as youhave done the labours Your soldiers as much as I procured This victory, 'tis just they should receive Part of the honour from your Majesty Both for their valour and fidelity. Their merit can be easily satisfied But for thy deeds there can be no rewards: Sure thou wert born to make all men ungrateful, Thy tongue's no less a conqueror than thine arm, But for my sake spare thy sweet eloquence, Else I shall be thy captive as are these But now recite the fortune of thy arms; No entertainment can be half so pleasant.
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I cannot tell, ſir, what has raiſd your anger, Nor how Don Sancho has deſcrib'd me to you: But certainly, no vanity of mine Did make me to forget my duty to you: And my refuſall of the ſoveraigne title Shew'd my reſpect, and not my cruelty, Don Sancho perhaps might be diſpleas'd, But his diſcourſe mov'd me to what I ſaid, Since he durſt call to minde my fathers murder (A wound ſtill bleeding in my memory.) If thou haſt yet a feeling of this grief Both for thy honour, and content Cimena Tis fit thou baniſh from thy kinder thoughts The Author of it, nor does he now beare The ſame affection to thee which he did; When he left thee hee left his firſt intentions And having chang'd his climate, chang'd his love, Seriffas beauty is the mark he aymes at, Who once thy enemy, is now thy rivall. I'me ſure he's much engag'd to this Jnfanta, But if he were not, yet the ſervices My father had from all his Family Deſigne for him the Infanta of Caſtile. SIr. What wouldſt thou? Roderigo is without. Admit him then: now you ſhall ſee Cimena This glorious Conquerour, I know hele come Triumphantly, leading his Miſtris with him, You'l eaſily perceive in this encounter Either his love or his ingratitude. Make your beſt uſe then of this time, compare Your Graces with your Rivals, and by them Gueſſe what your fortune's like to be. Oh Heavens! With what eyes can I ſee this his approach? GReat King, then whom the Sun ſees nothing happier, (Joy of your ſubjects terror of your foes) At length the warre reſpiring, gives me leave To have the honour to kneele here before you, But as unto the Deity▪ of which You are the Image, none ſhould dare to come Without an offering, ſo nor could I Hope to deſerve the happineſſe to ſee you Without a preſent: Then be pleas'd, great ſir, T'accept from my hand what Heavens bounty gives you This Crown, and theſe two Princes, ſo far happy That they are falne your priſoners, under whom To be commanded is to live with freedom: This was the King of Corduba, and this The heire apparent of Toledos Kingdome. He heare thy full relation, but before it Let me embrace thee, and behold this forehead Where Love and Mars do ſit enthron'd, and make thee Victorious in either of their wars. Oh ſir, how can I anſwer this diſcourſe To ſpare my modeſty, ſir, ſpare your favours And ſhare the honours, as y'have done the labours Your ſouldiers as much as I procur'd This victory, tis juſt they ſhould receive Part of the honour from your Majeſty Both for their valour and fidelity. Their merit can be eaſily ſatisfied But for thy deeds there can be no rewards: Sure thou wert born to make all men ungratefull, Thy tongue's no leſſe a conquerour then thine arme, But for my ſake ſpare thy ſweet eloquence, Elſe I ſhall be thy captive as are theſe But now recite the fortune of thy armes; No entertainment can be halfe ſo pleaſant.