Rutter, Joseph / Desfontaines, Nicolas-Marc · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 498 words
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Don Sancho wait the Princess to her lodgings, And see that she command my Court as freely As I myself. Your grace's humble creature. Don Diego, is the Cid contented with The offer which I make him of my sister? You are the King sir; he your humble vassal, He could not be my son if disobedient To you that are his master, and I find His inclination ready only fear And modesty keeps in his strong desires. 'tis not his fear but Mistress which restrains him. He will forget her sooner then his duty Of which the Count can give you the best proof, For though at that time he adored Cimena, Yet ventured he to lose her for my sake (His honour and his duty so commanding) He can love well 'tis true, but obey better. I never doubled his obedience Of which his excellent virtue does assure me: I'd have (you sister) to accept the Courtship Which he shall make to you, and if you ask A reason why, know I will have it so; Though fortune have not blessed him with a Crown, And though his greatness be within himself, Yet there propitious heaven has showed its power, Heaping its richest treasures on his person, Hi heart is valour's proper sphere, his soul The throne of virtue where she sits and governs Directing all his actions to honour; These rare perfections must be the objects Sister, of your desires. Such a command Makes my obedience ready to love virtue, When you that are my King requires it of me I not to give consent to hard conditions, 'tis your part to command, mine to obey. 'tis well, it only rest now that Cimena Comply with my desires I will no longer Burn to so little purpose, my affection Hastes to its end, there can be no content T' approach a fire that will consume, not cherish, I am resolved to have her, as for love Which to the Cid she promised, I have power T' absolve her of it; Princes render lawful whatever pleases them: respects become The people, not a King: send for her sister And tell her I would see her in your lodgings, To treat of something that concerns her nearly, 'tis wearisome to live thus in desire, This day enjoying her, I'll quench my fire. BEauty is love's object, Madam and 'twere hard T'approach such flames and keep a frozen heart, Dull fouls have eyes lent 'em to see their way, But men of courage to behold what's fair. Pardon divinest Lady if my spirit Made me to love where I should have adored And though you do estrange me from your heart Envy me not the glory of my sufferings. Don Sancho cannot be so young a Courtier To think that any Lady can despise A noble love bounded with due respects, We have no other witness of our beauty And heaven defend that we should hate our lovers.
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Don Sancho wait the Princeſſe to her lodgings, And ſee that ſhe command▪ my Court as freely As I my ſelf. Your Graces humble creature. Don Diego, is the Cid contented with The offer which I make him of my ſiſter? You are the King ſir; he your humble vaſſall, He could not be my ſonne if diſobedient To you that are his maſter, and I finde His inclination ready only feare And modeſty keeps in his ſtrong deſires. Tis not his feare but Miſtris which reſtrains him▪ He will forget her ſooner then his duty Of which the Count can give you the beſt proof, For though at that time he ador'd Cimena, Yet ventur'd he to loſe her for my ſake (His honour and his duty ſo commanding) He can love well tis true, but obay better. I never doubled his obedience Of which his excellent vertue does aſſure me: Ide have (you ſiſter) to accept the Courtſhip Which he ſhall make to you, and if you aske A reaſon why, know I will have it ſo; Though fortune have not bleſt him with a Crown, And though his greatneſſe be within himſelf, Yet there propitious heaven has ſhew'd its power, Heaping its richeſt treaſures on his perſon, Hi heart is valours proper ſpheare, his ſoule The throne of vertue where ſhe ſits and governs Directing all his actions to honour; Theſe rare perfections muſt be the objects Siſter, of your deſires. Such a command Makes my obedience ready to love vertue, When you that are my King requires it of me I not to give conſent to hard conditions, Tis your part to command, mine to obay. Tis well, it only reſt now that Cimena Comply with my deſires I will no onger Burn to ſo little purpoſe, my affection Haftes to its end, there can be no content T' approach a fire that will conſume, not cheriſh, I am reſolv'd to have her, as for love Which to the Cid ſhe promis'd, I have power T' abſolve her of it; Princes render lawfull What ever pleaſes them: reſpects become The people, not a King: ſend for her ſiſter And tell her I would ſee her in your lodgings, To treat of ſomthing that concerns her neerly, Tis weariſome to live thus in deſire, This day enjoying her, Ile quench my fire. BEauty is loves object, Madam and twere hard T approach ſuch flames and keep a frozen heart, Dull fouls have eyes lent 'em to ſee their way, But men of courage to behold what's faire. Pardon divineſt Lady if my ſpirit Made me to love where I ſhould have ador'd And though you do eſtrange me from your heart Envy me not the glory of my ſufferings. Don Sancho cannot be ſo young a Courtier To think that any Lady can deſpiſe A noble love bounded with due reſpects, We have no other witneſſe of our beauty And heaven defend that we ſhould hate our lovers.