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 · 513 words
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This is a Courtship sir, I understand not Were not Toledo better than Seville to you. Madam, th' effect will make you see it is not. Well, we shall hope to see it then; adieu. My duty, Madam, will not give me leave To let you go alone, do not deny me The honour to wait on you. WHat said Roderigo, boy? when he departed. Nothing, but in his looks one might discover, Amazement joined with grief to be excluded. Excluded, whence? not from my heart I'm sure There he makes good the place he ever had, Were it a easy to remove him thence As from my presence, I should fear no rival, Take your Lute boy, and sing the song I gave you, It suits my present state. 'TWas not his person nor his parts, Though ne'er so famed that won me, He loved, he said, which I believed; And that faith has undone me. His virtues were alike to all, Nor were they more to me, I honoured them, but loved the man, Because that he was he. Who since he has his love foregone, And is himself no more: I love him not as he is now, But as he was before. 'tis true I must still love him, the remembrance That I was once Roderigo's only object, Is that I cherish now. MAdam, the King Stays for you to come to him. The King! where? Why would he speak with me? I cannot tell, But he expects you on the Infantas side. Tell him I come, I know what he would have But all his power shall not shake my firmness, In vain he tries to win me by his greatness. What is a throne to me that seek a grave? I'm sure he has no power o'er my will, He that first took my heart shall keep it still. Exeunt. MAdam, 'tis true, I may have been too rash To offer you a heart unworthy of you But yet my fault is such as cannot give Consent to any low thoughts of repentance; And if my service find no other grace, Let me have leave to cherish my attempt, And let me love myself for loving you, Then if you shall deny your presence to me, My soul may do the office of mine eyes Which may contemplate what these cannot see, And if my love cannot appear from thence, From this you shall perceive my obedience. Though I am better read in my own faults, Then to believe I could charm any man; Yet for your sake, because you'll have it so. I am content to think you love me sir, And I am sensible of what I owe you, But you must know that I depend upon A brother to whose will I am confined, So that I am not Mistress of my heart, Nor dare I hazard it without his leave, Therefore to warrant your pretensions Make your address to him, till then I dare not Be known to entertain you for a suitor.
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This is a Courtſhip ſir, I underſtand not Were not Toledo better than Sivill to you. Madam, th' effect will make you ſee it is not. Well, we ſhall hope to ſee it then; adiew. My duty, Madam, will not give me leave To let you go alone, do not deny me The honour to wait on you▪ WHat ſaid Roderigo, boy? when he departed. Nothing, but in his looks one might diſcover, Amazement joyn'd with grief to be excluded. Excluded, whence? not from my heart I'me ſure There he makes good the place he ever had, Were it a eaſie to remove him thence As from my preſence, I ſhould feare no rivall, Take your Lute boy, and ſing the ſong I gave you, It ſutes my preſent ſtate. 'TWas not his perſon nor his parts, Though nere ſo fam'd that wonne me, He lov'd, he ſaid, which I believ'd; And that faith has undone me. His vertues were alike to all, Nor were they more to me, I honor'd them, but lov'd the man▪ Becauſe that he was he. Who ſince he has his love forgon, And is himſelf no more: I love him not as he is now, But as he was before. Tis true I muſt ſtill love him, the remembrance That I was once Roderigo's only object, Is that I cheriſh now. MAdam, the King Stayes for you to come to him. The King! where? Why would he ſpeake with me? J cannot tell, But he expects you on the Infantas ſide. Tell him I come, I know what he would have But all his power ſhall not ſhake my firmeneſſe, In vain he tryes to winne me by his greatneſſe. What is a throne to me that ſeek a grave? Ime ſure he has no power ore my will, He that firſt took my heart ſhall keep it ſtill. Exeunt. MAdam, tis true, I may have bin too raſh To offer you a heart unworthy of you But yet my fault is ſuch as cannot give Conſent to any low thoughts of repentance; And if my ſervice find no other grace, Let me have leave to cheriſh my attempt, And let me love my ſelf for loving you, Then if you ſhall deny your preſence to me, My ſoule may do the office of mine eyes Which may contemplate what theſe cannot ſee, And if my love cannot appeare from thence, From this you ſhall perceive my obedience. Though I am better read in my own faults, Then to believe I could charm any man; Yet for your ſake, becauſe you▪le have it ſo. J am content to think you love me ſir, And I am ſenſible of what I owe you, But you muſt know that I depend upon A brother to whoſe will I am confin'de, So that I am not Miſtris of my heart, Nor dare I hazard it without his leave, Therefore to warrant your pretenſions Make your addreſſe to him, till then I dare not Be known to entertain you for a ſuitor.