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 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
When the wit's nimble, and the courage ready, A good success still follows the design, The business that halts forward is half lost. Sir, to neglect the execution, My courage, and my love were too important, I quickly was resolved, when love came in To finish up the plot my hate begun, This valiant Cid whose fame prevented him In my good thoughts, was of my enemy Become the object of my best desires; His virtue conquered me, and had I not Been overcome I had not been so happy: For giving up my arms to such a conquest, ' Steed of my own loss I have got a prize, The honour of all soldiers: Roderigo. Alas, what canst thou hope poor Lady now. Canst thou doubt yet whether he be engaged. Madam, you put a double tie upon me, That having done me a courtesy so happy, You add to it, so much of kind respect, And believe, Madam, that occasion Will make me blessed, which points out my obedience, What may I do to serve you, pray command me. What has she to desire, she has thy heart? Ah sir, you can do all, and I'd have all. Madam, the King is here sole sovereign, He only can give all. Which thou mayst promise, Such is thy merit as does challenge all, Freely dispose of my authority, And think I have done less than thou deserv'st. So great a favour, sir, I not desire The good I wish (great Cid) is in thyself, Which is the object my desires aim at, And that sweet hope, which only makes me live. I know not, Madam, upon what appearance You have conceived this hope, I'm sure Roderigo ne'er spoke to you about it. Oh, how finely! He carries it. 'tis prettily dissembled. Have you then, sir, forgot your promises, Is this the love, and are these the endearments You promised to the action I performed. Who gave you that false hope. yourself. Who I, I doubt it much. Oh Heavens, do you know This Letter? Yes. Pray read it sir, and there You shall perceive the reasons of my hope. I know well what I owe, and what I promised, You shall see Madam, I am not ungrateful. Oh then excuse my anger, my disdain Caused it, and not my will, I can be calm, Having my fear abated by those comforts You promised to my passion. Your desires, Madam, exceed my power, but from me Expect all duty, and all courtesy That you could hope for, from a Gentleman, Or I know how to give. How faithless man? Do you fall back unto your first discourse? Thou paper which betrayd'st my heart at first Discover to his infamy thy secrets, And show his breach of faith. Let it be read I'll ne'er oppose it, and I swear t'observe whatever that enjoins.
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When the wit's nimble, and the courage ready, A good ſucceſſe ſtill follows the deſigne, The buſineſſe that halts forward is half loſt. Sir, to neglect the execution, My courage, and my love were too important, I quickly was reſolv'd, when love came in To finiſh up the plot my hate begun, This valiant Cid whoſe fame prevented him In my good thoughts, was of my enemy Become the object of my beſt deſires; His vertue conquered me, and had I not Been overcome I had not been ſo happy: For giving up my arms to ſuch a conqueſt, 'Steed of my own loſſe I have got a prize, The honour of all ſouldiers: Roderigo. Alas, what canſt thou hope poor Lady now. Canſt thou doubt yet whether he be engag'd. Madam, you put a double tye upon me, That having done me a courteſie ſo happy, You adde to it, ſo much of kinde reſpect, And believe, Madam, that occaſion Will make me bleſt, which points out my obedience, What may I do to ſerve you, pray command me. What has ſhe to deſire, ſhe has thy heart? Ah ſir, you can do all, and Ide have all. Madam, the King is here ſole ſoveraigne, He only can give all. Which thou mayſt promiſe, Such is thy merit as does challenge all, Freely diſpoſe of my authority, And think I have done leſſe then thou deſerv'ſt. So great a favour, ſir, I not deſire The good I wiſh (great Cid) is in thy ſelf, Which is the object my deſires ayme at, And that ſweet hope, which only makes me live. I know not, Madam, upon what apparence You have conceiv'd this hope, I'me ſure Roderigo Nere ſpoke to you about it. Oh, how finely! He carries it. Tis prettily diſſembled. Have you then, ſir, forgot your promiſes, Is this the love, and are theſe the indearments You promis'd to the action I perform'd. Who gave you that falſe hope. Your ſelf. Who I, I doubt it much. Oh Heavens, do you know This Letter? Yes. Pray read it ſir, and there You ſhall perceive the reaſons of my hope. I know well what I owe, and what I promis'd, You ſhall ſee Madam, I am not ungratefull. Oh then excuſe my anger, my diſdain Caus'd it, and not my will, I can be calme, Having my fear abated by thoſe comforts You promis'd to my paſſion. Your deſires, Madam, exceed my power, but from me Expect all duty, and all courteſie That you could hope for, from a Gentleman, Or I know how to give. How faithleſſe man? Do you fall back unto your firſt diſcourſe? Thou paper which betraydſt my heart at firſt Diſcover to his infamy thy ſecrets, And ſhew his breach of faith. Let it be read Ile nere oppoſe it, and I ſweare t'obſerve What ever that enjoyns.