Rutter, Joseph / Desfontaines, Nicolas-Marc · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 504 words
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Sir, I beseech you think how great the distance Is between their conditions; Don Sancho Has much worth in him, but he is no Prince, And though Seriffa has disgraced her birth, She's ne'er the less descended from a King. Don Sancho, sir, is all you can desire Being my Favourite, I will advance His fortune to that height as shall deserve, Seriffa's and your love: but did you know How much he has employed his favour with me For your advantage, you would recompense His care with this alliance, but if all That he has done, can't make you flexible, Yet hear me that am King, and do conjure you To love your sister, and confirm this match, A king's entreaties must have no denial. Sir, I am yours, and since this marriage Is welcome to your thoughts: Don Sancho may In Celimant meet a brother, and Seriffa Being looked on by me, through you and him, Shall see I can forget what she has done. Now you oblige me, and this clemency Shows whence you are descended: how I love This sweetness in you, trust me your sister (Now I may tell you so) will well deserve This favour of you; such a beauty, sir, Ought not to dwell clouded in your dislikes: But you are for your business: Arias, See he find no delay, and call Roderigo My sister too; I know they are without, So good success when I speak for another Makes me hope all things in my own behalf: But I must change my countenance: Roderigo. ALL Spain from thy brave hand has felt that peace And quiet, which thy Prince cannot obtain, This work is wanting to fill up thy glory, Therefore to make thy victory more perfect, For my sake undertake this enemy, That would cut from thy valour half thy conquest. How sir? dares any, who may be so blessed As to live under your just laws, shake off Their due obedience? what vain insolence Dares lift itself against so sweet a power: Name him sir, to me, that I may destroy him. There's none can do't Roderigo. None sir, Why? 'tis love that little tyrant which rules all, The enemy which makes this war upon me, Regards not majesty, but as a victor Triumphs already in my captived heart, Which has consented to its own defeat So much that I am on the brink of ruin, If Roderigo's hand sustain me not. If your ease sir, depend upon my service, You may be sure of my readiness, Only sir, let me know what you desire? Oh, Roderigo! Why do you sigh, sir? Is't that you doubt of my obedience? Or that my power is less than your desires. By no means Roderigo, but I fear Lest some ill fortune, stead of putting me Into the haven, cast me further from't, And lest the difficulty should change thy courage, And leave me to myself in this fierce storm. My courage is exempted from such fear.
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Sir, I beſeech you think how great the diſtance Is between their conditions▪ Don Sancho Has much worth in him, but he is no Prince, And though Seriffa has diſgrac'd her birth, She's nere the leſſe diſcended from a King. Don Sancho, ſir, is all you can deſire Being my Favourite, I will advance His fortune to that height as ſhall deſerve, Seriffa's and your love: but did you know How much he has employ'd his favour with me For your advantage, you would recompence His care with this alliance, but if all That he has done, cann't make you flexible, Yet heare me that am King, and do conjure you To love your ſiſter, and confirme this match, A Kings entreaties muſt have no deniall. Sir, I am yours, and ſince this marriage Is welcome to your thoughts: Don Sancho may In Celimant meet a brother, and Seriffa Being look'd on by me, through you and him, Shall ſee I can forget what ſhe has done. Now you oblige me, and this clemencie Shews whence you are deſcended: how I love This ſweetneſſe in you, truſt me your ſiſter (Now I may tell you ſo) will well deſerve This favour of you; ſuch a beautie, ſir, Ought not to dwell clouded in your diſlikes: But you are for your buſineſſe: Arias, See he finde no delay, and call Roderigo▪ My ſiſter too; I know they are without, So good ſucceſſe when I ſpeak for another Makes me hope all things in my own behalf: But I muſt change my countenance: Roderigo. ALL Spain from thy brave hand has felt that peace And quiet, which thy Prince cannot obtain, This work is wanting to fill up thy glory, Therefore to make thy victory more perfect, For my ſake undertake this enemy, That would cut from thy valor half thy conqueſt. How ſir? dares any, who may be ſo bleſt As to live under your juſt laws, ſhake off Their due obedience? what vain inſolence Dares lift it ſelf againſt ſo ſweet a power: Name him ſir, to me, that I may deſtroy him. There's none can do't Roderigo. None ſir, Why? Tis love that little tyrant which rules all, The enemy which makes this warre upon me, Regards not majeſty, but as a victor Triumphs already in my captiv'd heart, Which has conſented to its own defeat So much that I am on the brink of ruine, If Roderigo's hand ſuſtain me not. If your eaſe ſir, depend upon my ſervice, You may be ſure of my readineſſe, Only ſir, let me know what you deſire? Oh, Roderigo! Why do you ſigh, ſir? Iſt that you doubt of my obedience? Or that my power is leſſe then your deſires. By no means Roderigo, but I feare Leſt ſome ill fortune, ſtead of putting me Into the haven, caſt me further from't, And leſt the difficulty ſhould change thy courage, And leave me to my ſelf in this fierce ſtorm. My courage is exempted from ſuch feare.