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 · 500 words
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I know not friend whether I be more happy In losing of my love, then in the finding Th'assurance of thy friendship; now let fortune Look well or ill upon me in thy love I'll sum up all my bliss, nor can I think Brave Celimant, will profess less to me. Which to confirm, no ceremonious oath The band of doubtful, and inconstant souls Shall I now take; thee friendship, I invoke, When I do leave this Prince, let me be left Without a friend, I and without a name. I know my father at this time endeavours My liberty, (if at least I can call This thraldom, where I am so well received) But I'm resolved to run your course of fortune, My freedom joined with yours is welcome to me Else a worse torment than that bondage was Your sister's rigour did impose. No more Dear friend of her; come, come forget her name. Since she could be so thankless to disdain, The man that quit his liberty for her, Which when the Cid did offer, I refused To follow her, who follow all men else And that her crime has merited my hate I have shook off that chain; but find myself Caught in another which thou dost not know 'tis such as makes me fear my liberty I cannot go from hence, and think I'm free. You are in love it seems. Yes Celimant. I am in love, and as much in despair. Is there a beauty can oppose your Courtship, What quality is higher than your own? Why should you then despair? ay but the horror Of being vanquished makes me think myself Unworthy to look up to such a height. Consider that your fortune was to yield His to o'ercome, yet did you long dispute it And bravely too; what can you fear Spheranti? To be too rash. To be too rash, let hope Remove those thoughts, and you will not displease her, A virtuous love was never odious. But tell me sir, what name has this your Mistress, Honour my freedom with this trust. Th' Infanta, Dear Celimant has snatched my heart, and though My eyes were caught in their first motion to her, Yet durst I not discover it till now; But such force has my flame, it will not be Contained within the limits of my heart But must break out to thee and suddenly To her, which if displeasing is my death. Hope better sir, I am your caution She shall receive the offer of your vows. BUt here's Don Arias. The King sir asks for you. I'll wait him sir. 'tis strange he should be sent for and not I. WHat, all alone? I Madam, Celimant, Is sent for to the King. Oh, I know why His liberty is now in proposition, And yours too shortly, if you desire it. That Madam, is the least part of my care I am so far from wishing it, I fear it.
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J know not friend whether I be more happy In loſing of my love, then in the finding Th'aſſurance of thy friendſhip; now let fortune Look well or ill upon me in thy love Ile ſumme up all my bliffe, nor can I think Brave Celimant, will profeſſe leſſe to me. Which to confirme, no ceremonious oath The band of doubtfull, and inconſtant ſouls Shall I now take; thee friendſhip, I invoke, When I do leave this Prince, let me be left Without a friend, I and without a name. J know my father at this time endevours My liberty, (if at leaſt I can call This thraldom, where I am ſo well receiv'd) But I'me reſolv'd to run your courſe of fortune, My freedom joyn'd with yours is welcome to me Elſe a worſe torment then that bondage was Your ſiſters rigour did impoſe. No more Deare friend of her; come, come forget her name. Since ſhe could be ſo thankleſſe to diſdain, The man that quit his liberty for her, Which when the Cid did offer, I refus'd To follow her, who follow all men elſe And that her crime has merited my hate▪ I have ſhook off that chain; but finde my ſelf Caught in another which thou doſt not know Tis ſuch as makes me feare my liberty I cannot go from hence, and think I'me free. You are in love it ſeems. Yes Celimant. I am in love, and as much in deſpaire. Is there a beauty can oppoſe your Courtſhip, What quality is higher then your own? Why ſhould you then deſpaire? I but the horrcur Of being vanquiſh'd makes me think my ſelf Unworthy to look up to ſuch a height. Conſider that your fortune was to yield His to orecome, yet did you long diſpute it And bravely too; what can you feare Spheranti? To be too raſh▪ To be too raſh, let hope Remove thoſe thoughts, and you will not diſpleaſe her, A vertuous love was never odious. But tell me ſir, what name has this your Miſtris, Honour my freedome with this truſt. Th' Infanta, Deere Celimant has ſnatcht my heart, and though My eyes were caught in their firſt motion to her, Yet durſt I not diſcover it till now; But ſuch force has my flame, it will not be Contain'd within the limits of my heart But muſt break out to thee and ſuddainly To her, which if diſpleaſing is my death. Hope better ſir, I am your caution She ſhall receive the offer of your vowes. BUt here's Don Arias. The King ſir askes for you. Ile wait him ſir. Tis ſtrange he ſhould be ſent for and not I. WHat, all alone? I Madam, Celimant, Is ſent for to the King. Oh, I know why His liberty is now in propoſition, And yours too ſhortly, if you deſire it. That Madam, is the leaſt part of my care J am ſo farre from wiſhing it, I feare it.