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 · 448 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Madam, think better of the man which loves you, To get you happiness I quit mine own: And to obtain the sovereign power for you, I make my affection stoop unto my duty, If when I see a Crown is offered you, I should come in, to cross your better fortune, I must believe my love did then betray you, And had relation to myself not you. This Roderigo were a fair pretext, If both our thoughts were leveled at one height, But let not any right that I can plead Divert your dear ambition, mount upon A throne, and taste its sweetness, as for me I am so far from blaming this your change, You cannot find more pleasure than I praise, T'applaud your act; you see sir, I submit To the same laws yourself has made. Oh, heavens! How am I fallen from all my hopes at once, He is Roderigo still, and she Cimena. You are resolved then Madam, to continue In the same cruelty? my love I see Is useless, and my vows superfluous: Yet think I am a King, and can command. What you deny my love, you'll give my power, And since I can't persuade, I must constrain. Sir since my presence does but move your anger Suffer me to retire I beseech you. See Roderigo, how my love is answered, She flies my present; leaving not so much As a kind look behind her; if by this She thinks to cool the fire which burns my heart, She is deceived; for this her suddenness Does not restrain but quicken more my flame, Tell me was ever King so rudely treated? This her judicious and wise retreat, Being no effect of spite or arrogance, Should not excite your anger: sir you know A modest fear keeps subjects in restraint, When they are near their King, and in that sex The dazling lustre of a PRINCE's person, Strikes more respect into their hearts then love. Why, was I made a King then? if my quality Must cross my dearest wishes, let me be A subject, any thing, so I have her: Some kind fare rob me of my crown and sceptre, And you shall see that I will bless your rigour, If in exchange you'll give me but one heart: Cimena limits my ambition, On her depends either my life or death, Then if thou ever hadst a thought to please me, Roderigo win Cimena to my love, Accomplish what thou hast begun, and try To melt the ice which circles in her heart, Or if it be a fire, oh turn it this way, From thee I must expect all my content:
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Madam, think better of the man which loves you▪ To get you happineſſe I quit mine own: And to obtain the ſovereigne power for you, I make my affection ſtoop unto my duty, If when I ſee a Crown is offered you, I ſhould come in, to croſſe your better fortune, I muſt believe my love did then betray you, And had relation to my ſelf not you. This Roderigo were a faire pretext, If both our thoughts were levell'd at one height, But let not any right that I can plead Divert your deare ambition, mount upon A throne, and taſte its ſweetneſſe, as for me I am ſo farre from blaming this your change, You cannot finde more pleaſure then I praiſe, T'applaud your act; you ſee ſir, I ſubmit To the ſame laws your ſelf has made. Oh, heavens! How am I faln from all my hopes at once, He is Roderigo ſtill, and ſhe Cimena. You are reſolv'd then Madam, to continue In the ſame cruelty? my love I ſee Is uſeleſſe, and my vowes ſuperfluous: Yet think I am a King, and can command. What you deny my love, you'l give my power, And ſince I can't perſwade, I muſt conſtrain. Sir ſince my preſence does but move your anger Suffer me to retire I beſeech you. See Roderigo, how my love is anſwered, She flies my preſent; leaving not ſo much As a kinde look behinde her; if by this She thinks to coole the fire which burns my heart, She is deceiv'd; for this her ſuddainneſſe Does not reſtrain but quicken more my flame, Tell me was ever King ſo rudely treated? This her judicious and wiſe retreat, Being no effect of ſpight or arrogance, Should not excite your anger: ſir you know A modeſt feare keeps ſubjects in reſtraint, When they are neer their King, and in that ſex The dazling luſtre of a Princes perſon, Strikes more reſpect into their hearts then love. Why, was I made a King then? if my quality Muſt croſſe my deareſt wiſhes, let me be A ſubject, any thing, ſo I have her: Some kinde fare rob me of my crown and ſcepter, And you ſhall ſee that I will bleſſe your rigour, If in exchange you'le give me but one heart: Cimena limits my ambition, On her depends either my life or death, Then if thou ever hadſt a thought to pleaſe me, Roderigo winne Cimena to my love, Accompliſh what thou haſt begun, and try To melt the ice which circles in her heart, Or if it be a fire, oh turn it this way, From thee I muſt expect all my content: