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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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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
her tongue my gentle words Were spent in vain the Northern wind would sooner Have given them hearing Roderigoes love Has made her to all else inexorable Nor can we hope to treat with her again As for a Crown Scepter or any greatnesse They seem but to stirre up her anger more K. What will she be so cruell to her King I must abate the pride of that fierce humour And my resentment of t shall make her see That Princes must be treated otherwise But these scorns her I le turn into her shame And Cid whom she believes her own already Shall as well fail her hopes as she has mine When a more worthy object shall invite him To change his love and his disdains of her Shall revenge hers of me SCENE V. DON ARIAS. Don Arias What news is it you bring ARI. Of Cids good fortune And of the Rebels fate he is hard by Victorious and in health K. I long to see him ARI. He is not farre sir from the City walls Mean-while this Letter will confirme your Majesty i th' truth of what I said K. How am I ravish'd And my soule burns with hot impatience After this object which she so desires Go tell him that my thoughts are swift to see him Don Diego see that he be well received Act II. Scene I. KING INFANTA and CIMENA KING IT seems Cimena you have no room left In this hard heart of yours for him that loves you Must a King live and die in the same fetters Were I a private man you 'd be ingratefull To hate me 'cause I love you howsoever You were too blame to use Don Sancho so Comming from me and offering my service He might deserve a kinder entertainment Civility would require so much and though He had displeas'd you courting you for me Duty should have made good your want of love CIM. I cannot tell sir what has raisd your anger Nor how Don Sancho has describ'd me to you But certainly no vanity of mine Did make me to forget my duty to you And my refusall of the soveraigne title Shew'd my respect and not my cruelty Don Sancho perhaps might be displeas'd But his discourse mov'd me to what I said Since he durst call to minde my fathers murder A wound still bleeding in my memory K. If thou hast yet a feeling of this grief Both for thy honour and content Cimena T is fit thou banish from thy kinder thoughts The Author of it nor does he now beare The same affection to thee which he did When he left thee hee left his first intentions And having chang'd his climate chang'd his love Seriffas beauty is the mark he aymes at Who once thy enemy is now thy rivall I 'me sure he 's much engag'd to this Jnfanta But if he were not yet the services My father had from all his Family Designe for him the Infanta of Castile SCENE II. DON ARIAS. AR. SIr K. What wouldst thou AR. Roderigo is without K. Admit him then now you shall see Cimena This glorious Conquerour I know he le come Triumphantly leading his Mistris with him You 'l easily perceive in this encounter Either his love or his ingratitude Make your best use then of this time compare Your Graces with your Rivals and by them Guesse what your fortune 's like to be CI. Oh Heavens With what eyes can I see this his approach SCENE III. to them RODERIGO SERIFFA SPHERANTI and CELIMANT RO. GReat King then whom the Sun sees nothing happier Joy of your subjects terror of your foes At length the warre respiring gives me leave To have the honour to kneele here before you But as unto the Deity of which You are the Image none should dare to come Without an offering so nor could I Hope to deserve the happinesse to see you Without a present Then be pleas'd great sir T' accept from my hand what Heavens bounty gives you This Crown and these two Princes so far happy That they are falne your prisoners under whom To be commanded is to live with freedom This was the King of Corduba and this The heire apparent of Toledos Kingdome K. He heare thy full relation but before it Let me embrace thee and behold this forehead Where Love and Mars do sit enthron'd and make thee Victorious in either of their wars RO. Oh sir how can I answer this discourse To spare my modesty sir spare your favours And share the honours as y'have done the labours Your souldiers as much as I procur'd This victory t is just they should receive Part of the honour from your Majesty Both for their valour and fidelity K. Their merit can be easily satisfied But for thy deeds there can be no rewards Sure thou wert born to make all men ungratefull Thy tongue 's no lesse a conquerour then thine arme But for my sake spare thy sweet eloquence Else I shall be thy captive as are these But now recite the fortune of thy armes No entertainment can be halfe so pleasant RO. Sir what soere it be since you command it T is fit that I obey Your rebels slain Or taken and those Darers that oppos'd The current of your fortune quite defeated To make your name more glorious I advanc'd My Army towards Corduba which even then I had made sure of if some timely succours Had not prevented me This noble Prince Seeing it beleaguerd straitly by his forces Thought to relieve it but that hope being vain He like a wise Commander chang'd his purpose And meant to try no valour but his owne Then by a Herald sent he me a challenge Which easily my spirit gave consent to I named the place where when we both were met Many fierce blows were dealt and sure the heavens Look'd pale to see the storms our anger made Shine more in our wilde looks than in their lightning Whilst men durst do that which they durst not see T was equally between us fought untill At length your fortune gave me th' advantage SPHR. Here sir your modesty betrayes your valour I suffered by your strength not my mishap You may vaunt freely what I cann't deny RO. This was the blow made Corduba to fall After this Princes yielding their great thoughts A bated of their pride and this fair Princesse To whom I owe for her intelligence Made the Town yours almost without resistance CEL. T is true great King this woman Natures monster By her base treachery betray'd my state You have my goods my scepter and my person But look sir who it is that gives them you See from what hand you do receive these presents The same put her brother in these fetters It is my sister or some Devill rather That took that name upon her to betray me SER. Leave to upbraid me thus that name of sister Has bin the greatest stain upon my life But you that stand so on the point of honour Was I us'd as a sister by you rather Was I not treated as a slave the name Away I