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 · 485 words
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Sir (whatsoe'er it be) since you command it, 'tis fit that I obey: Your rebels slain Or taken, and those Darers that opposed The current of your fortune quite defeated To make your name more glorious, I advanced My Army towards Corduba, which even then I had made sure of, if some timely succours Had not prevented me. This noble Prince Seeing it beleaguered straitly; by his forces Thought to relieve it, but that hope being vain He like a wise Commander changed his purpose, And meant to try no valour but his own: Then by a Herald sent he me a challenge Which easily my spirit gave consent to I named the place, where when we both were met, Many fierce blows were dealt, and sure the heavens Looked pale to see the storms our anger made, Shine more in our wild looks than in their lightning Whilst men durst do, that which they durst not see 'twas equally between us fought, until At length your fortune gave me th'advantage, Here, sir, your modesty betrays your valour, I suffered by your strength not my mishap, You may vaunt freely what I can't deny. This was the blow made Corduba to fall, After this Princes yielding their great thoughts A bated of their pride, and this fair Princess To whom I owe for her intelligence, Made the Town yours almost without resistance, 'tis true great King, this woman, Nature's monster, By her base treachery betrayed my state, You have my goods, my sceptre and my person; But look, sir, who it is that gives them you, See from what hand you do receive these presents, The same put her brother in these fetters, It is my sister, or some Devil rather, That took that name upon her to betray me. Leave to upbraid me thus, that name of sister Has been the greatest stain upon my life: But you that stand so on the point of honour Was I used as a sister by you, rather Was I not treated as a slave? the name Away, I felt the thing: pray sir, believe not That out of any womanish impudence I gave th' intelligence I am accused of; But when I captived him, I freed myself From those more cruel chains, where in his rage Shut up my will and free election, Designing me the object of my hate: Which when I saw, and that this haughty Prince Came from his country to my ravishment, Armed not with fair deserts, but soldiers I thought I justly might to his violence Oppose my artifice, which was to render Unto his enemies his place of refuge, Which my design I kept long in suspense, Till this more noble object took my heart, And made me perfect my intentions. I without doubt, his false heart does adore her. Can I then see my rival, and yet I live?
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Sir (what ſoere it be) ſince you command it, T is fit that I obey: Your rebels ſlain Or taken, and thoſe Darers that oppos'd The current of your fortune quite defeated To make your name more glorious, I advanc'd My Army towards Corduba, which even then I had made ſure of, if ſome timely ſuccours Had not prevented me. This noble Prince Seeing it beleaguerd ſtraitly; by his forces Thought to relieve it, but that hope being vain He like a wiſe Commander chang'd his purpoſe, And meant to try no valour but his owne: Then by a Herald ſent he me a challenge Which eaſily my ſpirit gave conſent to I named the place, where when we both were mt, Many fierce blows were dealt, and ſure the heavens Look'd pale to ſee the ſtorms our anger made, Shine more in our wilde looks than in their lightning Whilſt men durſt do, that which they durſt not ſee T was equally between us fought, untill At length your fortune gave me th'advantage, Here, ſir, your modeſty betrayes your valour, I ſuffered by your ſtrength not my miſhap, You may vaunt freely what I cann't deny. This was the blow made Corduba to fall, After this Princes yielding their great thoughts A bated of their pride, and this fair Princeſſe To whom I owe for her intelligence, Made the Town yours almoſt without reſiſtance, T is true great King, this woman, Natures monſter, By her baſe treachery betray'd my ſtate, You have my goods, my ſcepter and my perſon; But look, ſir, who it is that gives them you, See from what hand you do receive theſe preſents, The ſame put her brother in theſe fetters, It is my ſiſter, or ſome Devill rather, That took that name upon her to betray me. Leave to upbraid me thus, that name of ſiſter Has bin the greateſt ſtain upon my life: But you that ſtand ſo on the point of honour Was I us'd as a ſiſter by you, rather Was I not treated as a ſlave? the name Away, I felt the thing▪ pray ſir, believe not That out of any womaniſh impudence▪ I gave th' intelligence I am accuſed of; But when I captiv'd him, I freed my ſelf From thoſe more cruell chains, where in his rage Shut up my will and free election, Deſigning me the object of my hate: Which when I ſaw, and that this haughty Prince Came from his country to my raviſhment, Arm'd not with fair deſerts, but ſouldiers I thought I juſtly might to his violence Oppoſe my artifice, which was to render Unto his enemies his place of refuge, Which my deſigne I kept long in ſuſpence, Till this more noble object took my heart, And made me perfect my intentions. I without doubt, his falſe heart does adore her. Can I then ſee my rivall, and yet I live?