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The second part of the Cid; Vraye suitte du Cid. English
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Desfontaines, Nicolas-Marc, d. 1652.; J. R. (Joseph Rutter), fl. 1635-1640.; Corneille, Pierre, 1606-1684. Cid.
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Should receive better welcome she is me thinks Some what too full of vanity RO. Ah Madam I must not murmur though she be ungratefull She is Cimena and I cannot hate her IN. But this thy too much goodnesse will betray thee Thou mak'st thy constancie unhappy to thee RO. Madam you know where t is my duty calls me Pray give me leave to wait upon my father Exit IN. Go this was a pretext I know to leave mee But I shall be reveng'd of this neglect When against all thy hopes of future joy The rigor of Cimena I employ Exit Act III. Scene I. RODERIGO from CIMENA'S Lodging RO. Hence-forth Cimena live for euer quiet Roderigo shall no more be so unhappy As to disturbe your peace since you deny him The sight of you he is content to suffer Not only want of that but all things else You being all to him that he desir'd Good heaven was there ever so much rigour Practiz'd on any as on wretched me Did I hope any other recompence Of all my services my labours watchings To bring home victory but that she should Crown um with her acceptance and must I Courted by all else be by her despis'd Into whose arms I look'd to have bin receiv'd Nor is her anger more apparant then The cause of it conceal'd I am not worthy To know the reason of my banishment Therefore farewell for ever cruell Mistris I le seek some place unhabited by women Where I may never see such shining eyes As only light us to our miseries Exit SCENE II. KING th' INFANTA SERIFFA DON SANCHO DON DIEGO K. BUt Madam spare Roderigos innocence His vertues and your worth are both too great To suffer such a stain IN. Think of it Madam And call not him a traitour but your heart Which entertain'd a love that was not sent You were too credulous not he perfidious What you desir'd you were willing to believe And knowing the command of your own beauty With the advantage of your birth and fortune I cannot blame you if you thought that love Which was but civill application But now you have found your errour let your courage Finde scorn for him that has not love for you SER. How easily the whole Counsail the sick Aside And yet they have not hit my true disease K. My sister Madam tels you right desires That are not honorable ought to be short Your quality which your beauty only equals Invites a higher match then Roderigo SER. A conquerour is next unto a King Since hee s deny'd me how can my hopes look higher K. Don Sancho wait the Princesse to her lodgings And see that she command my Court as freely As I my self SAN. Your Graces humble creature Exit K. Don Diego is the Cid contented with The offer which I make him of my sister D. DIE. You are the King sir he your humble vassall He could not be my sonne if disobedient To you that are his master and I finde His inclination ready only feare And modesty keeps in his strong desires K. T is not his feare but Mistris which restrains him D. DIE. He will forget her sooner then his duty Of which the Count can give you the best proof For though at that time he ador'd Cimena Yet ventur'd he to lose her for my sake His honour and his duty so commanding He can love well t is true but obay better K. I never doubled his obedience Of which his excellent vertue does assure me I de have you sister to accept the Courtship Which he shall make to you and if you aske A reason why know I will have it so Though fortune have not blest him with a Crown And though his greatnesse be within himself Yet there propitious heaven has shew'd its power Heaping its richest treasures on his person Hi heart is valours proper spheare his soule The throne of vertue where she sits and governs Directing all his actions to honour These rare perfections must be the objects Sister of your desires IN. Such a command Makes my obedience ready to love vertue When you that are my King requires it of me I not to give consent to hard conditions T is your part to command mine to obay K. T is well it only rest now that Cimena Comply with my desires I will no longer Burn to so little purpose my affection hastes to its end there can be no content T' approach a fire that will consume not cherish I am resolv'd to have her as for love Which to the Cid she promis'd I have power T' absolve her of it Princes render lawfull What ever pleases them respects become The people not a King send for her sister And tell her I would see her in your lodgings To treat of somthing that concerns her neerly T is wearisome to live thus in desire This day enjoying her I le quench my fire Exit SCENE III SERIFFA DON SANCHO D. SAN. BEauty is loves object Madam and t were hard T' approach such flames and keep a frozen heart Dull fouls have eyes lent 'em to see their way But men of courage to behold what 's faire Pardon divinest Lady if my spirit Made me to love where I should have ador'd And though you do estrange me from your heart Envy me not the glory of my sufferings SER. Don Sancho cannot be so young a Courtier To think that any Lady can despise A noble love bounded with due respects We have no other witnesse of our beauty And heaven defend that we should hate our lovers D. SAN. Accept my vowes then Madam with the temper Of one that seem'd to love and let my service Be entertain'd at least with faire acceptance SER. How can I do that without injury Either to you or my own modesty To cherish you in what you cannot have Were to augment your punishment to give A heart which is not mine in me were falshood And no lesse wrong to you should you receive it Then to its proper owner D. SAN. But he seems As one that does not know his happinesse To be insensible of what your goodnesse Has offerd him why should you cast away That whereof Kings would be ambitious SER. Ay me D. SAN. That sigh the greatest Monarch scarce deserves Much lesse a subject thrust him from your thoughts And let some nobler love take up his room SER. Take heed Don Sancho you begin to forfeit Your first pretentions I must not think You can love one whom you believe to have The easie power to dislodge a love Which she had once receiv'd but hence-forth know My flame runs up into a point so small As cannot be divided into parts D. SAN. Not though there be division of your hearts The Cid I shame to say 't neglects you Madam SER. If he did not I were more miserable This now seems strange to you but when I shall Relate that to you which in part concerns you As you are Favourite to the King your Master And one that should advise him
makes him to forget his dutie But yet deare heart excuse my sad complaint True love was never yet without some feare Thou canst not be so generous and inconstant And I should feare lesse lov'd I not so much Come then my foule and make no longer triall Both of my passion and my patience Come to deliver me from those my doubts Or know that here I cannot live without thee SCENE II. DON SANCHO WHo 's this Don Sancho what may his businesse be SAN. The best of news unto the best of women CIM. What news Is Cid return'd SAN. Not yet sweet Madam He 's still expected but a greater joy Attends you which will soon dispell these clouds How glorious is your fortune like to be CIM. What has he overcome his enemies Is he come home laden with Palmes and Lawrels SAN. I heare his valor has assur'd our state But that is not the cause of this my visit CIM. What 's then my happinesse pray let me know it SAN. Madam advise but with your own perfections And you will know the good provided for you Aske counsell of your eyes and they will tell you Gainst whom their quick burning darts are thrown They 'l tell you that a King sprightly and young Chooses to be a slave before himself And that he findes his chains so sweet and pleasant He seems to have no will to reigne without you And I am sent to aske what he implores Be not then rigorous to your self and him But think what baits a Scepter carries in it And that 't will ill become you to be cruell When a Crown and title of a Queen is offerd CIM. I me sure it lesse becomes thee to afflict me With a discourse so hatefull perjur'd man Hast thou so little shame and courage in thee To speake this and not blush hast thou forgot The glory of thy bonds and that my self Permitted thee to weare em whilst my pitty Made my looks gracious to thee couldst thou then Having been once a Lover proud to be so Speak for another now and that I should For thy sake take his love into my heart Thou shewst by this thy basenesse how unworthy Was Roderigoes rivall since thou canst not Preserve the honour which thou hadst for once To have been his Competitor SAN. Did I think That you bore any thoughts of love to me Or that th' impression of my former flame Were not quite worn out of your heart I should not Speak for the King a word but for my self And you should see by my great constancie How much I de cherish such a hope CIM. What traitour Should I love thee canst thou imagine it Or tempt thy self with such a vanity I never yet receiv'd a flame so hatefull And if I thought my heart could entertain it I de pull it out my self but canst thou have The confidence Don Sancho to pretend To what thou wert not able to defend Hast thou forgot the Duell where thou wert Forc'd to bring me the sword thou vainly hadst Imploy'd against the Cid is it for that Thou lay'st thy clayme to my affection For that must I preferre thee to the man Whom the Moores feare and Spaine does reverence Come let me heare thy actions were our enemies Defeated by thy valour Did the Moores Yield themselves at the hearing of thy name Does thy arme hold our tottering Kingdome up Art thou the glory of it prove it true And I will run into thy deare embraces SAN. Madam I have not so much arrogance To challenge to my self such mighty deeds My actions bound themselves more narrowly I never did defeat the Moores my arme Could nere do any thing worth your acceptance And yet it reak not with your fathers bloud CIM. Knows thy fierce rage no bounds tak'st thou delight To persecute me still art thou not weary To see my teares run thou mightst easier draw My bloud and kill me with lesse cruelty Come make it perfect and revenge thy shame Upon my lives losse yet let thy rage forbeare To wrong that goodnesse which has spar'd thy life SAN. In telling truth I offer no man wrong Nor did my rage suggest my words unto me Your Designe 's fair indeed but your hope vain You care not how y'affront a Monarchs will Nor can you think that your Cid will be faithlesse You are the only she in all the Court To whom his love's unknown you have not heard That Cordubas Infanta is his Mistris But he himself avows it in his letters Which he has done so to the life that all Believe he 's lesse their enemy then her lover CIM. Well let th' Infanta come let her instead Of being captive be a conqueresse Let Cid that should be victor be her slave It matters not so I may have thy absence I le wait th' effects of his inconstancie With more assurance and farre lesse disquiet Pray leave me I demand it as a favour And finde some better office when you next Addresse your selfe to any 't is no shame Not to have well discharg'd such an employment As being done must needs betray thy honour SAN. 'Long as I serve my King I feare no blame But here 's an end of this I leave you Madam Till time shall make you to digest my counsaile In the mean while I ' me silent and obay Exit SCENE III KING DON DIEGO Guard and Attendants KING DO not believe Don Diego though I share My heart and Crown with the belov'd Cimena That I le usurpe by my authority A treasure which thy sonne deserv'd so well No his great services do live too fresh In my remembrance to be so requited Rather I mean t' augment his happinesse And his reward shall paralell his valour A nobler Mistris I designe for him To whom Cimena without blushing may Give place unto nor should thy sonne complain Of this my affection or of that his change DIE. But we have never sir deserv'd this honour Nor dare my sonne pretend to such a fortune A higher happinesse attends the Princesse Who is too generous to descend so low K. His actions tell me that he merits more Which to reward according to his value A Scepter is too little I will share With him in his desires he in my power Love may content us both if as my sister Is willing to receive him for her servant So will the fair Cimena me for hers Don Sancho from me is gone to see her He knows her spirit and should how to tame it I hope well of his fair tongues good successe But why is he so slow in his return Since he is conscious of my neerest secrets He must needs know that I burn all this while And that his slownesse causes me to languish SCENE IV. DON SANCHO DIE. YOur Majesty has no cause of further trouble See where he is K. Oh Don Sancho welcome What says Cimena SAN. All that rigour can All that disdain and scorn does usually Inspire proud spirits with that cruell faire Permitted to