Rutter, Joseph / Desfontaines, Nicolas-Marc · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Accept my vows then, Madam, with the temper Of one that seemed to love; and let my service Be entertained at least with fair acceptance. How can I do that without injury Either to you or my own modesty? To cherish you in what you cannot have Were to augment your punishment: to give A heart which is not mine, in me were falsehood, And no less wrong to you should you receive it Then to its proper owner. But he seems (As one that does not know his happiness) To be insensible of what your goodness Has offered him: why should you cast away That whereof Kings would be ambitious? Ay me! That sigh the greatest Monarch scarce deserves Much less, a subject, thrust him from your thoughts And let some nobler love take up his room. Take heed Don Sancho, you begin to forfeit Your first pretensions, I must not think, You can love one whom you believe to have The easy power to dislodge a love Which she had once received, but henceforth know My flame runs up into a point so small As cannot be divided into parts. Not though there be division of your hearts The Cid I shame to say't, neglects you Madam: If he did not I were more miserable This now seems strange to you, but when I shall Relate that to you which in part concerns you, As you are Favourite to the King your Master, And one that should advise him to be just, You will perceive, that what I uttered of Love to the Cid was to secure myself. But here's my brother, let's withdraw a little. IS not this fight enough dear Celimant, To choke that fire up within my breast Which I too long have nourished to my ruin For an ungrateful, and perfidious woman, Was it too little to disdain a Prince, And run into the hands of one she knew not Unless having quitted him, for whom his worth And valour pleaded she become the prey Of a y that will-seize her, see Don Sancho Has made her his already, and shall I Love where I am so rivalled, no my heart If thou must be a captive, let thy fetters Be such as need not shame the wearer. Friend, Which name I rather choose to call you by Then brother, (since you cannot be her husband With safety of your honour) could you think That she can spare her modesty, whose falsehood Spared not her brother, and her Country too, No sir, believe, she that is base herself Cannot love virtue in another person: For how should she love that she never knew; here then put out your flame, and think Spheranti That this conformity of our lives and fortune Which makes me share in all your passions May link our hearts so fast we shall not need Such an alliance to confirm the knot.
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Accept my vowes then, Madam, with the temper Of one that ſeem'd to love; and let my ſervice Be entertain'd at leaſt with faire acceptance. How can I do that without injury Either to you or my own modeſty? To cheriſh you in what you cannot have Were to augment your puniſhment: to give A heart which is not mine, in me were falſhood, And no leſſe wrong to you ſhould you receive it Then to its proper owner. But he ſeems (As one that does not know his happineſſe) To be inſenſible of what your goodneſſe Has offerd him: why ſhould you caſt away That whereof Kings would be ambitious? Ay me! That ſigh the greateſt Monarch ſcarce deſerves Much leſſe, a ſubject, thruſt him from your thoughts And let ſome nobler love take up his room. Take heed Don Sancho, you begin to forfeit Your firſt pretentions, I muſt not think, You can love one whom you believe to have The eaſie power to diſlodge a love Which ſhe had once receiv d, but hence-forth know My flame runs up into a point ſo ſmall As cannot be divided into parts. Not though there be diviſion of your hearts The Cid I ſhame to ſay't, neglects you Madam: If he did not I were more miſerable This now ſeems ſtrange to you, but when I ſhall Relate that to you which in part concerns you, As you are Favourite to the King your Maſter, And one that ſhould adviſe him to be juſt, You will perceive, that what I utterd of Love to the Cid was to ſecure my ſelf. But heres my brother, lets withdraw a little. IS not this fight enough deare Celimant, To choak that fire up within my breſt Which I too long have nouriſh'd to my ruine For an ungratefull, and perfidious woma, Was it too little to diſdain a Prince, And run into the hands of one ſhe knew not Unleſſe having quitted him, for whom his worth And valour pleaded ſhe become the prey Of a y that will-ſeize her, ſee Don Sancho Has made her his already▪ and ſhall I Love where I am ſo rivall'd, no my heart If thou muſt be a captive, let thy fetters Be ſuch as need not ſhame the wearer. Friend, Which name I rather chuſe to call you by Then brother, (ſince you cannot be her husband With ſafety of your honour) could you think That ſhe can ſpare her modeſty, whoſe falſhood Spar'd not her brother, and her Country too, No ſir, believe, ſhe that is baſe her ſelf Cannot love vertue in an other perſon: For how ſhould ſhe love that ſhe never knew; Heer then put out your flame, and think Spheranti That this conformity of our lives and fortune Which makes me ſhare in all your paſſions May link our hearts ſo faſt we ſhall not need Such an alliance to confirme the knot.