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 · 485 words
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If you do not believe me, From their own voice I shall confirm it to you. Yes divine beauty from my heart I speak, That heart which your fair eyes have set on fire, The light of which may show you how I love. And if I lose my hope, I lose my life. Can you doubt yet of his affection? And Roderigo sure will say as much. 'tis true great King, all men adore the Princess, She has such universal power o'er hearts, She can't be seen by any, and not loved, But here's the difference between my love And theirs, they live with hope, I with despair. What robs thee of thy hope? Love. Speak more clearly, 'tis without reason that thou sayst: can love Take thy hope from thee, when it gives it thee? Then when I love, my hope forsakes me quite. But now it does restore what then it took. In doing so it keeps me further from't. These terms are too obscure, I can't conceive 'em. Time and my constancy will make it plain. But I would know their meaning at this present. Th' effect will quickly tell you. What effect. My death. Thy death, who can cause it? Cimena, sir. Cimena, thou hast yielded her to me. It was your will prescribed that Law unto me, I am your subject sir, and you my King. Though you be so, I never had intent To do you wrong, to do myself a pleasure: Thou know'st how dear thy person is to me, And that my sister is thy valour's prize, Will you refuse her your affection. I have not, sir, ambition enough To look so high: pray sir, regard not me, But leave me to myself, possess Cimena; In your love let her drown the memory Of mine, I am your subject, you my King. Well then since you refuse my proffered honours, And that my sister cannot touch your heart, My promises are disengaged for me, I shall accept Cimena, and this Princess You are content to part with, are you not? What do you fix upon? On what I ought, I am your subject sir, and you my King. Spheranti, if my sister be your choice, So that your father will give his consent, I freely shall give mine. Your Majesty Shall quickly see that cleared, I know my father Will be well satisfied, when he shall hear That I have joined the Kingdoms of Toledo And Seville by a match: but may I Madam Receive this happiness from your consent? The King has made you, sir, disposer of me, And what he chooses answers my desires. thouart silent Roderigo, what dost think? That she could hardly have a braver Prince, Nor he hope more than her. And you Cimena, Will you not put an end unto my sufferings, Will you be still obdurate to your King?
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If you do not believe me, From their own voice I ſhall confirme it to you. Yes divine beauty from my heart I ſpeak, That heart which your fair eyes have ſet on fire, The light of which may ſhew you how I love. And if I loſe my hope, I loſe my life. Can you doubt yet of his affection? And Roderigo ſure will ſay as much. Tis true great King, all men adore the Princeſſe▪ She has ſuch univerſall power ore harts, She cann't be ſeen by any, and not lov'd, But here's the difference between my love And theirs, they live with hope, I with deſpaire. What robs thee of thy hope? Love. Speak more cleerly, Tis without reaſon that thou ſayſt: can love Take thy hope from thee, when it gives it thee? Then when I love, my hope forſakes me quite. But now it does reſtore what then it took. In doing ſo it keeps me further from't. Theſe terms are too obſcure, I cann't conceive em. Time and my conſtancie will make it plain▪ But I would know their meaning at this preſent. Th' effect will quickly tell you. What effect. My death. Thy death, who can cauſe it? Cimena, ſir. Cimena, thou haſt yielded her to me. It was your will preſcrib'd that Law unto me, I am your ſubject ſir, and you my King. Though you be ſo, I never had intent To do you wrong, to do my ſelf a pleaſure: Thou knowſt how deare thy perſon is to me, And that my ſiſter is thy valours prize, Will you refuſe her your affection. I have not, ſir, ambition enough To look ſo high: pray ſir, regard not me, But leave me to my ſelf, poſſeſſe Cimena; In your love let her drown the memory Of mine, I am your ſubject, you my King. Well then ſince you refuſe my profferd honours, And that my ſiſter cannot touch your heart, My promiſes are diſingag'd for me, I ſhall accept Cimena, and this Princeſſe You are content to part with, are you not? What do you fix upon? On what I ought, I am your ſubject ſir, and you my King. Spheranti, if my ſiſter be your choice, So that your father will give his conſent, I freely ſhall give mine. Your Majeſtie Shall quickly ſee that cleerd, I know my father Will be well ſatisfied, when he ſhall heare That I have joyn'd the Kingdoms of Toledo And Sevill by a match: but may I Madam Receive this happineſſe from your conſent? The King has made you, ſir, diſpoſer of me, And what he chooſes anſwers my deſires. Th'art ſilent Roderigo, what doſt think? That ſhe could hardly have a braver Prince, Nor he hope more then her. And you Cimena, Will you not put an end unto my ſufferings, Will you be ſtill obdurate to your King?