Rutter, Joseph / Desfontaines, Nicolas-Marc · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 451 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
And can you think Cimena will go less, While you discourse thus, you but teach my duty, The honour of our love must not be yours More than mine own, I have as great a share In it as you, and should it come to suffering I can as well expect to see you great As myself miserable; which must be so If fortune once divide us. Can our faith Be so rewarded? heavens, where is your justice? If we must needs be severed; why to both Gave you an equal mind, and thoughts alike? That being parted, we might be more near, For they that love alike are always one, Since but the sight nought can distinguish them. These mysteries Cimena, are not strange Unto our loves, in which there has not been Any thing known, or easy, yet methinks, We might find out a way for intercourse. Thy love is too material Roderigo, I could be satisfied with thy Idea. And I with thine, but is it not some pleasure To stand thus, and to gaze on one another? Go Roderigo, for I feel within me Since this thy stay, some thing, that prompts me to Desire thy company, which must be fatal To both of us; adieu, and think we may Be severed yet continue still ourselves. ourselves! am I Roderigo, or has she Bereft me of my spirit, can she brave The majesty of Kings secured within Her own firm constancy, and must I tremble, If the Kings will have not the wished success? I ought him duty, and I have performed it, I've offered with my life all my desires, Yet though I give, I may refuse to take, He cannot force me to a new affection, Or make me love her less, than she does me, In other things he rules, in this I'm free. MAdam believe, I could not justify The love I did pretend, if in this business I should prefer my passion before Your honour and content, I hear your brother The King has reconciled to you, it rests I let him know how much he owes to justice. But as you do it, spare my modesty, I would not be an offer, but his choice. As you have given credit to my faith, In this distrust not my discretion, It is your honour which I seek, to which I made my love submit, and can you think I will not now preserve it, I am here T'attend the King as sent for, and shall use All opportunities to do you service, Please but your Highness to retire. Bequeathing to thy care, the hopes of all My future happiness. Your highness' servant.
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And can you think Cimena will go leſſe, While you diſcourſe thus, you but teach my duty, The honour of our love muſt not be yours More then mine own, I have as great a ſhare In it as you, and ſhould it come to ſuffering I can as well expect to ſee you great As my ſelf miſerable; which muſt be ſo If fortune once divide us. Can our faith Be ſo rewarded? heavens, where is your juſtice? If we muſt needs be ſever'd; why to both Gave you an equall minde, and thoughts alike? That being parted, we might be more neere, For they that love alike are always one, Since but the ſight nought can diſtinguiſh them. Theſe myſteries Cimena, are not ſtrange Unto our loves, in which there has not been Any thing known, or eaſie, yet me thinks, We might finde out a way for intercourſe. Thy love is too materiall Roderigo, I could be ſatisfied with thy Idea. And I with thine, but is it not ſome pleaſure To ſtand thus, and to gaze on one another? Go Roderigo, for I feel within me Since this thy ſtay, ſome thing, that prompts me to Deſire thy company, which muſt be fatall To both of us; adiew, and think we may Be ſever'd yet continue ſtill our ſelves. Our ſelves! am I Roderigo, or has ſhe Bereft me of my ſpirit, can ſhe brave The majeſty of Kings ſecur'd within Her own firme conſtancy, and muſt I tremble, If the Kings will have not the wiſh'd ſucceſſe? I ought him duty, and I have perform'd it, I've offerd with my life all my deſires, Yet though I give, I may refuſe to take, He cannot force me to a new affection, Or make me love her leſſe, then ſhe does mee, In other things he rules, in this I'me free. MAdam believe, I could not juſtifie The love I did pretend, if in this buſineſſe I ſhould preferre my paſſion before Your honour and content, I heare your brother The King has reconcil'd to you, it reſts I let him know how much he owes to juſtice. But as you do it, ſpare my modeſty, I would not be an offer, but his choice. As you have given credit to my faith, In this diſtruſt not my diſcretion, It is your honour which I ſeek, to which I made my love ſubmit, and can you think I will not now preſerve it, I am here T'attend the King as ſent for, and ſhall uſe All opportunities to do you ſervice, Pleaſe but your Highneſſe to retire. Bequeathing to thy care, the hopes of all My future happineſſe. Your Highneſſe ſervant.