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 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
And I from you sir, all my punishment: Did ever any mischief equal this, I'm made the confident of my own rival, To myself faithless, true to him that wrongs me, My duty and my love run contraries, One binds me to obey a wilful Prince, Th'other my Mistress, whom my heart adores, If I obey my love, I get his hate, And if my duty, I must lose her love, But that I may however, since the King Has power to take her from me when he will: Then let me serve my King which I have promised, But that Cimena claims as well as he; On both sides thus engaged, and thus distracted. Roderigo, what canst thou resolve to do, Since with thy love or duty thou must part Give him thy life, and let her have thy heart. TH' Infanta's lodgings are that way. Madam. You are mistaken, sir, I am Cimena, He that courts titles must forget a name That sounds not Princess, nor would I divert The full stream of your hopes: here lies my way. Madam, Cimena, stay and hear. My ruin. One word. Pray let me go. The last I mean To speak to any of your sex: what rigor Is this you use, did ever any yet Refuse to be a witness to a Will? Was ever any cruelty like this? Ah Roderigo, is it not enough, First to betray me to your love, and then Leave me, unless to shake my resolution: You set upon me with new battery, I cannot hear and live. I do not come To urge aught in my own behalf, my duty And promise made to him, who may command me, Forces this from me, can you love the King? Can you be Roderigo, and demand it. I have no more to say then, but to take My last farewell, perhaps when I'm removed Your duty or ambition will persuade What from your servant is not credited, And when by this your obstinacy (as sure It must fall out so) my poor life grows forfeit, You will too late repent the loss of both. A lover and a Crown. 'tis vainly urged. How can I lose a Lover, when he first Renounces me? a Crown I never had, And if I never seek it, as I shall not, Where is my loss? but rather where's thy courage Ah Roderigo must the fear of death Only come in to make some small pretence For leaving me, you did not use to be Frighted at such a name. Nor must you think That I am now, yet would I live to see Cimena in that lustre with her virtues Ever designed her to, for me I think Nothing can add unto my present state More happiness than to have been the ground Where on my Mistress would erect her glory.
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And I from you ſir, all my puniſhment: Did ever any miſchief equall this, I'me made the confident of my own rivall, To my ſelf faithleſſe, true to him that wrongs me, My duty and my love run contraries, One bindes me to obay a wilfull Prince, Th'other my Miſtris, whom my heart adores, If I obay my love, I get his hate, And if my dutie, I muſt loſe her love, But that I may however, ſince the King Has power to take her from me when he will: Then let me ſerve my King which I have promis'd, But that Cimena claims as well as he; On both ſides thus engag'd, and thus diſtracted. Roderigo, what canſt thou reſolve to do, Since with thy love or dutie thou muſt part Give him thy life, and let her have thy heart. TH' Infanta's lodgings are that way. Madam. You are miſtaken, ſir, I am Cimena, He that courts titles muſt forget a name That ſounds not Princeſſe, nor would I divert The full ſtream of your hopes: here lies my way. Madam, Cimena, ſtay and heare. My ruine. One word. Pray let me go. The laſt I mean To ſpeak to any of your ſex: what rigor Is this you uſe, did ever any yet Refuſe to be a witneſſe to a Will? Was ever any cruelty like this? Ah Roderigo, is it not enough, Firſt to betray me to your love, and then Leave me, unleſſe to ſhake my reſolution: You ſet upon me with new batterie, I cannot heare and live. I do not come To urge ought in my own behalf, my dutie And promiſe made to him, who may command me, Forces this from me, can you love the King? Can you be Roderigo, and demand it. I have no more to ſay then, but to take My laſt farewell, perhaps when I'me remov'd Your dutie or ambition will perſwade What from your ſervant is not credited, And when by this your obſtinacie (as ſure It muſt fall out ſo) my poore life grows forfeit, You will too late repent the loſſe of both. A lover and a Crown. Tis vainly urg'd. How can I loſe a Lover, when he firſt Renounces me? a Crown I never had, And if I never ſeek it, as I ſhall not, Where is my loſſe? but rather where's thy courage Ah Roderigo muſt the feare of death Only come in to make ſome ſmall pretence For leaving me, you did not uſe to be Frighted at ſuch a name. Nor muſt you think That I am now, yet would I live to ſee Cimena in that luſtre with her vertues Ever deſign'd her to, for me I think Nothing can adde unto my preſent ſtate More happineſſe then to have been the ground Where on my Miſtris would erect her glory.