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 · 501 words
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IN this sir, I confess, Spheranti has Obliged our Family, the Prince is noble, And I could wish my sister would embrace The love he offers, what I can confer, He may be sure of: but you know th' Infanta Is promised Roderigo, to whose valour She has been long a debt, and yet this business Is not arrived so far as to cut off This noble rival's hopes, sometimes a moment altars the state of things; a Lady's mind Is not less changeable: tell him from me He shall have all assistance. 'tis the sum Of his desires, your Majesty will pardon Th' abruptness of my parting, he's my friend And such a happiness he longs to hear As much as I to tell him. Your own time You may command brave Celimant: Don Sancho This Prince has royal thoughts & more your friend, Than you could hope. Your Majesty still puts Fresh obligations on your humble vassal, I am your creature, and the Prince through you, Looking on me, may happily bestow His grace upon me as I am your servant, Though otherwise I be not worth his thought. This modesty becomes thee, and sets off Thy virtues which I cherish; in reward Of which, and for thou hast been still an aid To my desires, I have assisted thine, The love thou mad'st to Corduba's Infanta, I have ta'en notice of, and though another Might suffer in the like attempt, in thee I've not disliked it, but commend thy choice, She is as great, in beauty as in birth. She is an object for which mighty Kings Being rivals should take arms, such excellence Was never meant to be attained with ease. You speak sir, like a lover, but Don Sancho What would he say, that should be made the owner Of this rare beauty by consent of all? That fortune had left nothing to confer, Being undone in this, hope cannot look So high. She shall be thine, nay more, she is. Leave me not now my faith and honesty. For I had ne'er more need of your assistance. Thou dost not answer, has thy sudden joy Surprised thy senses, and shut up thy speech? I must confess, I'm ravished with this offer; And on my knees in sign of gratitude I here restore her to you. Dost thou mock, My courtesy, or is it madness in thee? Return unto thyself. Your favours, sir, Have come so thick upon me, that my thanks Are still o'er taken, only now my fortune, Has given me leave to show my gratitude, This Princess whom you offer I adore, But dare not love, nor any but yourself. Thou mak'st me wonder, how can she concern me? In justice, sir, she is your wife, if contracts Can stand in force with Princes, by your father, In your minority, with her a match Was made and ratified, of which Don Diego Cannot be ignorant, nor Don Arias, Who did transact the business.
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IN this ſir, I confeſſe, Spheranti has Oblig'd our Family, the Prince is noble, And I could wiſh my ſiſter would embrace The love he offers, what I can conferre, He may be ſure of: but you know th' Jnfanta Is promis'd Roderigo, to whoſe valour She has been long a debt, and yet this buſineſſe Is not arrived ſo farre as to cut off This noble Rivals hopes, ſometimes a moment Alters the ſtate of things; a Ladies minde Is not leſſe changable: tell him from me He ſhall have all aſſiſtance. T is the ſumme Of his deſires, your Majeſtie will pardon Th' abruptneſſe of my parting, he's my friend And ſuch a happineſſe he longs to heare As much as I to tell him. Your own time You may command brave Celimant: Don Sancbo This Prince has royall thoughts & more your friend, Then you could hope. Your Majeſty ſtill puts Freſh obligations on your humble vaſſall, I am your creature, and the Prince through you, Looking on me, may happily beſtow His grace upon me as I am your ſervant, Though otherwiſe I be not worth his thought. This modeſty becomes thee, and ſets off Thy vertues which I cheriſh; in reward Of which, and for thou haſt been ſtill an aid To my deſires, I have aſſiſted thine, The love thou mad'st to Corduba's Infanta, I have tane notice of, and though another Might ſuffer in the like attempt, in thee I've not diſlik'd it, but commend thy choice, She is as great, in beauty as in birth. She is an object for which mighty Kings Being rivals ſhould take arms, ſuch excellence Was never meant to be attain'd with eaſe. You ſpeak ſir, like a lover, but Don Sancho What would he ſay, that ſhould be made the owner Of this rare beauty by conſent of all? That fortune had left nothing to confer, Being undone in this, hope cannot look So high. She ſhall be thine, nay more, ſhe is. Leave me not now my faith and honeſty. For I had nere more need of your aſſiſtance. Thou doſt not anſwer, has thy ſuddain joy Surpriz'd thy ſences, and ſhut up thy ſpeech? I muſt confeſſe, I'me raviſh'd with this offer; And on my knees in ſigne of gratitude I here reſtore her to you. Doſt thou mock, My courteſie, or is it madneſſe in thee? Return unto thy ſelf. Your favours, ſir, Have come ſo thick upon me, that my thanks Are ſtill ore taken, only now my fortune, Has given me leave to ſhew my gratitude, This Princeſſe whom you offer I adore, But dare not love, nor any but your ſelf. Thou mak'ſt me wonder, how can ſhe concern me? In juſtice, ſir, ſhe is your wife, if contracts Can ſtand in force with Princes, by your father, In your minority, with her a match Was made and ratifide, of which Don Diego Cannot be ignorant, nor Don Arias, Who did tranſact the buſineſſe.