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'm well assured of thy faith and valour, And yet in this I fear, because thou must Combat thyself, subdue thy own desires, Conquer thy own dear passions to make thyself a sacrifice to my affections. Your Majesty may dispose then of my life. 'tis not my purpose, nor for all Castille Shall it be said that I wished any good Which must be purchased at so dear a rate. What can I do then for you. Thou mayst put An end to all my pain in quitting of Cimena: do not start, they are her charms By which I'm caught and suffer, nor can I Believe though now she slight my offered love Any thing else withholds her, but the thought Of being thine. Oh sir, assure yourself, If that be all, and that your Majesty Vouchsafe to cast your eyes upon this beauty, I shall not be so rash to hope that good, Which has the honour to please you my Prince. In this sir, you may free me from suspect, My love is (much indeed) more my respect, And howsoe'er my heart be linked to hers, I owe more to my Master then my Mistress. Oh royal soul, and truly generous, Great Cid, this instant thou hast made me happy: Now I am King indeed, for what thou giv'st me, I prize above the value of a Crown, In lieu of which I mean to give thee one, Behold th' Infanta, whom I freely offer: 'tis fit, the state, which owes all to thy valour, Should make thee a great sharer in her fortune. Every thing smiles upon me, blessed effects o'er take my wishes, what could I hope more? Love is made for me to my hand, Cimena Engaged, to which Roderigo gives consent. Thou dost not answer me. Excuse me sir, I am your subject, and you are my King, 'tis not a Kingdom, which I wish or hope for To serve you is the honour I aspire to, Obeying you, I learn how to command, And since— But see Cimena. OH, Madam, The date now of your cruelty is out, Your coldness, and your hate no more in season▪ Roderigo for my sake has quitted you, And if he had an interest in your person, He has now put me in full possession of it. Sir, Roderigo's free and may renounce me, I have no sceptres to bestow upon him, But yet I think my birth is not so mean, As to live under his command; A slave I am not yet, and my affections Are not to be inclined and rule by his, Since greatness is the thing, not love he aims at, Let him have his desires, I shan't be jealous Though love do wound him with more pleasing darts So that the tyrant which shall end his sufferings, Do not put me on new, nor that his great Felicity be purchased at the rate Of my lost honour, or my liberty.
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I'me well aſſur'd of thy faith and valour, And yet in this I feare, becauſe thou muſt Combat thy ſelf, ſubdue thy own deſires, Conquer thy own deare paſſions to make Thy ſelf a ſacrifice to my affections. Your Majeſty may diſpoſe then of my life. Tis not my purpoſe, nor for all Caſtile Shall it be ſaid that I wiſh'd any good Which muſt be purchaſt at ſo deare a rate. What can I do then for you. Thou mayſt put An end to all my pain in quitting of Cimena: do not ſtart, they are her charms By which I'me caught and ſuffer, nor can I Believe though now ſhe ſlight my offerd love Any thing elſe withholds her, but the thought Of being thine. Oh ſir, aſſure your ſelfe, If that be all, and that your Majeſtie Vouchſafe to caſt your eyes upon this beautie, I ſhall not be ſo raſh to hope that good, Which has the honour to pleaſe you my Prince. In this ſir, you may free me from ſuſpect, My love is (much indeed) more my reſpect, And howſoere my heart be link'd to hers, J owe more to my Maſter then my Miſtris. Oh royall ſoule, and truly generous, Great Cid, this inſtant thou haſt made me happie: Now I am King indeed, for what thou giv'ſt me, I prize above the value of a Crown, In liew of which I mean to give thee one, Behold th' Infanta, whom I freely offer: Tis fit, the ſtate, which owes all to thy valour, Should make thee a great ſharer in her fortune. Every thing ſmiles upon me, bleſt effects O're take my wiſhes, what could I hope more? Love is made for me to my hand, Cimena Ingag'd, to which Roderigo gives conſent. Thou doſt not anſwer me. Excuſe me ſir, I am your ſubject, and you are my King, Tis not a Kingdome, which I wiſh or hope for To ſerve you is the honour I aſpire to, Obaying you, I learn how to command, And ſince—But ſee Cimena. OH, Madam, The date now of your crueltie is out, Your coldneſſe, and your hate no more in ſeaſon▪ Roderigo for my ſake has quitted you, And if he had an intereſt in your perſon, He has now put me in full poſſeſſion of it. Sir, Roderigo's free and may renounce me, I have no ſcepters to beſtow upon him, But yet I think my birth is not ſo mean, As to live under his command; A ſlave I am not yet, and my affections Are not to be inclin'd and rule by his, Since greatneſſe is the thing, not love he aymes at, Let him have his deſires, I ſhan't be jealous Though love do wound him with more pleaſing darts So that the tyrant which ſhall end his ſufferings, Do not put me on new, nor that his great Felicitie be purchaſt at the rate Of my loſt honour, or my libertie.