Rutter, Joseph / Desfontaines, Nicolas-Marc · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 481 words
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What may the reason be she quits me so? What crime have I committed? what's my fault? I know not, but you see her cruelty, And what a little makes her to fly off; Perhaps you're pleased well with your punishment, Thou shouldst show more of courage Roderigo And let her see that he who comes home victor Should receive better welcome; she is (methinks) Some what too full of vanity. Ah, Madam, I must not murmur though she be ungrateful, She is Cimena, and I cannot hate her. But this thy too much goodness will betray thee, Thou mak'st thy constancy unhappy to thee. Madam, you know where 'tis my duty calls me, Pray give me leave to wait upon my father. Go; this was a pretext I know to leave me, But I shall be revenged of this neglect When against all thy hopes of future joy The rigor of Cimena I employ. henceforth Cimena live for ever quiet, Roderigo shall no more be so unhappy As to disturb your peace, since you deny him The sight of you he is content to suffer, Not only want of that but all things else You being all to him, that he desired: Good heaven was there ever so much rigour Practised on any as on wretched me? Did I hope any other recompense Of all my services, my labours, watchings, To bring home victory? but that she should Crown 'em with her acceptance; and must I (Courted by all else) be by her despised Into whose arms I looked to have been received? Nor is her anger more apparent than The cause of it concealed, I am not worthy To know the reason of my banishment. Therefore farewell for ever cruel Mistress, I'll seek some place unhabited by women, Where I may never see such shining eyes, As only light us to our miseries. BUt, Madam, spare Roderigo's innocence, His virtues, and your worth are both too great To suffer such a stain. Think of it Madam, And call not him a traitor, but your heart Which entertained a love that was not sent You were too credulous, not he perfidious, What you desired you were willing to believe, And knowing the command of your own beauty With the advantage of your birth and fortune, I cannot blame you if you thought that love Which was but civil application: But now you have found your error, let your courage Find scorn for him that has not love for you. How easily the whole Counsel the sick, And yet they have not hit my true disease. My sister Madam, tells you right, desires That are not honourable aught to be short, Your quality which your beauty only equal, Invites a higher match than Roderigo. A conqueror is next unto a King, Since he's denied me, how can my hopes look higher?
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What may the reaſon be ſhe quits me ſo? What crime have I committed? whats my fault? I know not, but you ſee her cruelty, And what a little makes her to fly off; Perhaps y'are pleas'd well with your puniſhment, Thou ſhouldſt ſhew more of courage Roderigo And let her ſee that he who comes home victor Should receive better welcome▪ ſhe is (me thinks) Some what too full of vanity. Ah, Madam, I muſt not murmur though ſhe be ungratefull, She is Cimena, and I cannot hate her. But this thy too much goodneſſe will betray thee, Thou mak'ſt thy conſtancie unhappy to thee. Madam, you know where tis my duty calls me, Pray give me leave to wait upon my father. Go; this was a pretext I know to leave mee, But I ſhall be reveng'd of this neglect When againſt all thy hopes of future joy The rigor of Cimena I employ. HEnce-forth Cimena live for euer quiet, Roderigo ſhall no more be ſo unhappy As to diſturbe your peace, ſince you deny him The ſight of you he is content to ſuffer, Not only want of that but all things elſe You being all to him, that he deſir'd: Good heaven was there ever ſo much rigour Practiz'd on any as on wretched me? Did I hope any other recompence Of all my ſervices, my labours, watchings, To bring home victory? but that ſhe ſhould Crown um with her acceptance; and muſt I (Courted by all elſe) be by her deſpis'd Into whoſe arms I look'd to have bin receiv'd? Nor is her anger more apparant then The cauſe of it conceal'd, I am not worthy To know the reaſon of my baniſhment. Therefore farewell for ever cruell Miſtris, Ile ſeek ſome place unhabited by women, Where I may never ſee ſuch ſhining eyes, As only light us to our miſeries. BUt, Madam, ſpare Roderigos innocence, His vertues, and your worth are both too great To ſuffer ſuch a ſtain. Think of it Madam, And call not him a traitour, but your heart Which entertain'd a love that was not ſent You were too credulous, not he perfidious, What you deſir'd you were willing to believe, And knowing the command of your own beauty With the advantage of your birth and fortune, I cannot blame you if you thought that love Which was but civill application: But now you have found your errour, let your courage Finde ſcorn for him that has not love for you. How eaſily the whole Counſail the ſick, And yet they have not hit my true diſeaſe. My ſiſter Madam, tels you right, deſires That are not honorable ought to be ſhort, Your quality which your beauty only equals, Invites a higher match then Roderigo. A conquerour is next unto a King, Since hees deny'd me, how can my hopes look higher?