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 · 476 words
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'tis fit I be obedient to this law Which is most reasonable, but may I be As sure of your favour, as his leave. Your virtue, sir, will be your best assurance, My love proceeds not freely, but deserts Must challenge it. Kissing your fair hands, Madam, I go to make my way to bliss or ruin. What shall I do, my heart, this Prince is lovely, So is the Cid, but he less tractable, Spheranti is more soft and courteous, And yet not of less spirit than the other, Let Roderigo then endear his Mistress, And since that love is th' only price of love, Let him that offers his, have his reward. Alas, what did I say? how can I leave That object, which rules all within my heart? Roderigo's free possessor there, and yet methinks, there is a room left for Spheranti. What shall I do then in this labyrinth? Shall I to oblige Cimena, quit the Cid. No I'll not leave him, but with patience wait The pleasure of my brother and my fate. DONE Sancho, sir, and Arias do wait you Wi h the conditions of your liberty, They are but gentle ones, that you forgive Your sister, in the recompense of which Your ransom is remitted. Greatest Monarch, Who may dispose my life, you know that here, I am no less without a will than power I must obey, whatever you impose, But yet her crime joined with the insolence In facing it is such, that giving me My Kingdom back with her, is worse to me Then to live here your captive, with what pleasure Can I behold that power redelivered Which with my enemies I must receive. I'll quit you of that fear, in taking care To keep Seriffa in the terms of duty You shall command her wholly, but at present Till you be better satisfied, her fight Shall not offend you, since her love has caused The treason which you blame her for, I mean To keep her fast in fetters, until love And Hymen be the executioners Of the sweet sentence which I will pronounce. Such is her want of worth, the Prince you meant To Join her to, despises her, and truly I should believe him to be worth my pity, Of whom so base an object were considered. Sir, your too quick resentment makes you speak so, But leave that care to me, there is a Lord Within my Court, of birth as great as any, But virtue much beyond his quality, Which does a done your sister, though it be true That he has mingled with his love some boldness, Since he can't plead any descent from Kings, Yet if our spirit bids us despair nothing, This noble Lover must obtain his wishes, In a word 'tis Don Sancho that I mean.
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Tis fit I be obedient to this law Which is moſt reaſonable, but may I be As ſure of your favour, as his leave. Your vertue, ſir, will be your beſt aſſurance, My love proceeds not freely, but deſerts Muſt challenge it. Kiſſing your faire hands, Madam, J go to make my way to bliſſe or ruine. What ſhall I do, my heart, this Prince is lovely, So is the Cid, but he leſſe tractable, Spheranti is more ſoft and courteous, And yet not of leſſe ſpirit then the other, Let Roderigo then endeare his Miſtris, And ſince that love is th' only price of love, Let him that offers his, have his reward. Alas, what did I ſay? how can I leave That object, which rules all within my heart? Roderigo's free poſſeſſor there, and yet Me thinks, there is a room left for Spheranti. What ſhall I do then in this labyrinth? Shall I to oblige Cimena, quit the Cid. No Ile not leave him, but with patience wait The pleaſure of my brother and my fate. DOn Sancho, ſir, and Arias do wait you Wi h the conditions of your liberty, They are but gentle ones, that you forgive Your ſiſter, in the recompence of which Your ranſome is remitted. Greateſt Monarch, Who may diſpoſe my life, you know that here, I am no leſſe without a will then power I muſt obay, what ever you impoſe, But yet her crime joyn'd with the inſolence In facing it is ſuch, that giving me My Kingdome back with her, is worſe to me Then to live here your captive, with what pleaſure Can I behold that power re-deliver'd Which with my enemies I muſt receive. Ile quit you of that feare, in taking care To keep Seriffa in the terms of duty You ſhall command her wholy, but at preſent Till you be better ſatisfied, her fight Shall not offend you, ſince her love has caus'd The treaſon which you blame her for, I mean To keep her faſt in fetters, untill love And Hymen be the executioners Of the ſweet ſentence which I will pronounce. Such is her want of worth, the Prince you meant To Joyne her to, deſpiſes her, and truly I ſhould believe him to be worth my pity, Of whom ſo baſe an object were conſider'd. Sir, your too quick reſentment makes you ſpeak ſo, But leave that care to me, there is a Lord Within my Court, of birth as great as any, But vertue much beyond his quality, Which does a done your ſiſter, though it be true That he has mingled with his love ſome boldneſſe, Since he can't plead any deſcent from Kings, Yet if our ſpirit bids us deſpaire nothing, This noble Lover muſt obtain his wiſhes, In a word tis Don Sancho that I mean.