The Cid A TRAGICOMEDY out of French made English And acted before their Majesties at Court and on the Cock-pit Stage in Drury-lane by the servants to both their Majesties LONDON Printed by John Haviland for Thomas Walkly and are to be sold at his shop at the Flying Horse neare Yorke house 1637 HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENCE TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE my singular good Lord and Master EDWARD Earle of Dorset Lord Chamberlaine to the Queene Councellour of Estate to his Majesty and Knight of the most noble order of the Garter TO give your Lordship a testimony of my readinesse to obey you I no sooner was commanded by you to translate this Poem than I went about it And certainly your commands gave life to the worke which else despaire of performance or the consideration to whom it must be presented would ave stifled in its first birth For how could I hope any thing from mine owne sufficiencie being little exercised in the French tongue and finding such a contumacy in their phrase to our manner of speaking or how should I not feare such a Judge as your Lordship who are not onley a perfect understander but an exact speaker of both languages So that what we with much labour compasse is your daily exercise For if that which Augustus attributed to Vinicius that he had Solus ingenium in numerato can snit with any man it does with your Lordship whose wit we have so often seene ready told out and fit for any emanation and with which you have justly purchased every mans wonder and astonishment It was therefore aptly and truly said by a noble man of your owne ranke and order that when you spoke in any businesse you imposed oblivion on what was said before you and silence on any man that should speake after you It behooves me then since I must feare your judgement to flie to that sweetnesse of your disposition the temper of your vertues with which you use to receive the offers that come from a gratefull heart Un lesse I should presume to thinke that your Lord ship cannot without delight survey the person of D. Roderigo in this play with whom you life has held some proportion for like him you have ever preferr'd your honour to your affections and your King and Countrey to an thing besides which you did not so much because the place you are in requires it but out of an in-bred affection delivered to you from your Ancestors who with their happy counsailes have no lesse confirm'd this kingdome than D. Diego is here said by his armes to have supported Castile In fine my Lord I hope you will looke with more content upon this Peece when you shall reade there some places of my Lords your sonnes translation from whose attendance if I have borrowed this time I must account it upon your Lordships service from whom I have received all I have which is the glory to be esteemed My Lord Your honours most faithfull most obedient servant RUTTER To the Reader THe place of a Prologue let this leafe take up which would gently advise you to suspend your censure of this translation till you be skilled in both the languages for from the ignorant in either I may suffer Some places in the Originall I have changed but not many two Scenes I have left out as being soliloquies and little pertinent to the businesse some things I have added but scarce discernable where he would give me leave I have followed close both the sense words of the Author but many things are received wit in one tongue which are not in another The Play it selfe being a true history though like a Romance since this age consists of such Play-seers I would willingly propose to be imitated of our undertakers in the like kinde I meane for the conveyance and as I may call it the Oeconomy of it for what concernes the wit and naturall expressions in it I know I speak to deafe people whose tares have beene furr'd with so many Hyperboles which it the wit in fashion though the same in Seneca's dayes were accounted madnesse But if they knew how dissenting with a right care any affected speech is they would rather trespasse the other way and not straine nature beyond what we finde it commonly is But this is no fit Porch for the Temple of love I le shut it up and open you the pleasant way into which you had rather enter The names of the Actors D. FERNANDO the first King of Castile D. URRACA the Infanta of Castile D. DIEGO the father of RODERIGO D. GOMES the Count of Gormas father to CIMENA D. RODERIGO the lover of CIMENA D. SANCHO in love with CIMENA Courtiers D. ARIAS D. ALONSO CIMENA D. ROD. and D. SAN Mistresse LEONORA Governesse to the Infanta ELVIRA servant to CIMENA A Page Attendants The Scene SEVILLE A Tragicomedy ACT I. SCENE I. COUNT ELVIRA ELVIRA MOngst all the youthfull lovers which adore Your daughters beauty and implore my aid Don Roderigo and Don Sancho strive Who shall shew most the fire her beauties rais'd But yet Cimena is indifferent To both their loves and with an equall eye Beholds them both nor does she take away Or adde ought to their hopes but still expects A husband from your choice alone design'd COUNT She does her duty both of them deserve her Both sprung from brave and noble families Both young yet such as in their faces shew Th' illustrious vertue of their Ancestors But above all in Roderigo's face There 's not a line which speaks not a brave man His family has been fruitfull still in souldiers As if they had beene borne i th' midst of lawrels His fathers valour in his time unequall'd Whil'st his strength lasted was a prodigie The furrowes in his fore-head seeme to be Th' ingravements of his noble actions And Roderigo's person seemes to promise The vertues of his father In conclusion My daughter if she love him shall please me Goe entertaine her with it but be sure You hide m' intentions and discover hers At my returne wee 'le speake of it together Time cals me now to wait upon the Councell Where the King meanes to chuse a Governour Unto the Prince his sonne or rather seat me In that high place of honour for my merits Forbid me to expect an opposition SCENE II. ELVIRA CIMENA ELVIRA HOw welcome newes will this be to our lovers How fortune has provided that all things Should sort to their contentment CIMENA How now Elvira What in conclusion must I hope or feare What must become of me what sayes my father ELVIRA Onely two words enough to charme your senses You cannot love Roderigo more than he Does value him CIMENA Prithee speake truth Elvira Th' excesse of this my happiness does stagger My faith in it may I beleeve thy words ELVIRA Nay he went farther he approves his love And will command you meet with his desires This you will finde soone as the Councell
Prop of my age and fulnesse of my joy Touch these white hayres whose honor thou hast sav'd Come kisse this cheeke and view the place which thou Being affronted rescud'st from disgrace RODERIGO The honor 's due to you heaven be my witnesse That comming from you I could doe no lesse I hold my selfe most happy that the first Triall of my poore valour should please him To whom I owe my life but in these pleasures Have not a jealousie of me because After you I dare satisfie my selfe Give me leave to despaire 't is all I aske Let not your praise flatter me out of that D. DIEGO By from so brave a heart banish this weaknesse Thinke there are Mistrisses enough i th' world But no more than one honour love is but A little pleasure honour is a duty RODERIGO What say you Sir D. DIEGO That which thou ought'st to know RODERIGO Would you then shame me with inconstancy A coward Souldier and a perjur'd Lover Run the same course of infamy alike Cannot I be thought generous unlesse I be perfidious Alas my bonds Are too fast ty'd to be so soone undone And since I can nor have nor leave my love The death I meane to seeke is my best comfort D. DIEGO This is no time to seeke out death Thy King Thy Country needs thy aid the Fleet wee fear'd That enter'd on the River is now ready To take the City by surprise The Moores Are come in silence almost to our wals The Court is in an uproare and the people Call to take armes Nothing but cries are heard I' th mid'st of these calamities my fortune Has favor'd me so much to let me see Five hundred of my frinds within my house Who hearing of the affront was given me Offer'd their lives to vindicate mine honour Thou hast prevented them but their brave valours Will better be imployed against the Moores Goe march i' th head of them where honour cals thee Impeach the landing of the enemy And if thou must seeke death goe find it there But rather Crown'd with victory returne And by thy valour force ev'n justice selfe To pardon and Cimena to be silent If thou do'st love her thinke thy comming home A Conquerour must regaine her heart or nothing But time 's too precious to be spent in talke I stay thee in discourse when thou should'st fly Come follow mee to my house Let the King see What he has lost i th' Count he has found in thee ACT IV. SCENE I. CIMENA ELVIRA CIMENA BUt is this true Elvira art thou sure on 't ELVIRA How hard it is to be faith in you When every man extoll's the glorious actions Of this young Heros The Moores before him Appear'd but to their shame They quickly landed But quicker was their flight Three houres fight Left to our men a victory intire And two Kings prisoners Their leaders valour Could meet with nothing durst stand in its way CIMENA And was 't Roderigo's hand that did these wonders ELVIRA The two Kings which he vanquish'd are his prize CIMENA Whence could'st thou gather this strange news Elvira ELVIRA From those who sound his praises up and downe The people who with one voice doe salute him Their Guardian Angell saver of their Countrey CIMENA How does the King looke upon this his valour ELVIRA Roderigo dares not yet appeare in Court But Don Diego in the Conquerours name Has made a present of these Crowned Captives And all he does demand is that the King Would daigne to see the hand that freed his Country CIMENA But has he got no wound ELVIRA I know not that Why change you colour so resume your spirits CIMENA Let me resume my anger which my love Has so enfeebled must my care for him Make me forget my selfe peace peace my love And let my anger worke though he have vanquish'd Two kings he has not overcome my duty These mourning habits where I read my miseries Are the first fruits his valour did produce And though all tongues should speake in his defence All objects here doe represent his crime Veile Cypres and these blacks sad memories Of my dead Father keepe a little up Mine honour 'gainst my passion and when love Shall get the power of me tell my heart I owe a duty to a Father slaine ELVIRA Be not transported so The Infanta's here SCENE II. INFANTA CIMENA LEONORA ELVIRA INFANTA I Come not here Cimena with faint comforts To plead against thy griefe but with sad sighs To mingle with thy teares CIMENA Nay rather Madame Share in the common joy and fully taste The happinesse kind heaven has sent to you I only am design'd for grief the dangers From which y' are rescu'd by Roderigo's hand And all your safeties purchas'd by his armes To me alone bequeath these teares and sighs 'T is he has sav'd the Citty serv'd his King And onely ruin'd me INFANTA 'T is true Cimena He has done wonders CIMENA Yes the unwelcome newes Has pierc'd my eares already I can heare How the voyce goes and that hee 's fam'd no lesse A Valiant Souldier than a lucklesse lover INFANTA How comes this newes to be unwelcome to you Was not the man they prais'd your servant once And had not he your heart in honouring him They honour much your choise CIMENA I needs must say His honours are but due and yet to me Each praise of him is a new punishment For I can't chose but know how great my losse is Finding the value of the thing I lose The more his merit and my love increases The more my duty gets advantage of me And spight of my affection puts me on To prosecute his crime INFANTA But will you Madam Beleeve the counsell of a faithfull friend CIMENA Not to obey you were a sin unpardonable INFANTA Though yesterday pursuing your revenge You did so much that all the Court admir'd Your height of spirit and bewaild your love Yet the same way is not now to be taken Roderigo's now the onely hope and stay Of all Castile The terrour of the Mores His valour has restor'd us what before It tooke away in him your father seemes To live againe and in a word pursuing His death you goe about the publicke ruine What to revenge a father is it lawfull To give your Country up to its Enemies And are we to be punish'd for his fault I say not this that I would have you marry The man y' are bound to prosecute I 'de rather You should avoid that envy and deprive Him of your love but not us of his life CIMENA Ah Madam give my spirit it s full course Though my heart make a faction against me Though he be lov'd by the King ador'd by th' people Though he be compass'd with the stoutest Souldiers He overwhelme his Laurell with my Cipresse INFANTA I must confesse it is a marke of spirit To prosecute the life you lov'd so dearely Yet I should thinke it were more noble fat To give up to
rises And that Don Diego meeting time and place Fit for his purpose shall propose the businesse Feare not but your desires will be contented CIMENA I cannot tell but yet me thinks my soule Does not receive this joy but all confounded Expects what moment will present to me A divers face from this my happinesse And crosse my present fortune ELVIRA You will finde This feare of yours most happily deceiv'd CIMENA Well let us goe then and attend the issue SCENE III INFANTA LEONORA PAGE INFANTA GOe boy looke out Cimena and from me Tell her her presence was expected sooner My friendship must complaine of this her sloth LEONORA I perceive Madame that all dayes alike You 're sad and pensive and the same desire To know how her love goes still presses you INFANTA How should it not when I my selfe have made her Receive the hurt wherewith her soule is wounded She loves Don Roderigo by my meanes And by my meanes he has vanquisht her disdaine Then since to take 'um I have laid the snare To free 'um unto me belongs the care LEONORA And yet i' th midst of all their good successe One may perceive in you a kinde of sorrow Why should that love which lifts them up with joy Weigh your great heart downe with a heavie sadnesse And th' interest which you have in their love Make you unhappy when themselves are blest But I 'me too forward and grow indiscreet INFANTA To stifle it increases more my griefe Leonora thou shalt know it and now heare What a strange conflict I have had within me And when th' hast heard it pittying my weaknesse Admire my vertue love is such a Tyrant As will spare none this Gentleman this lover Which I 've bestow'd on her I love my selfe LEONORA You Madame INFANTA Lay thy hand upon my heart And feele now how it pants at th' hearing of The name of its owne Conquerour LEONORA Pardon me Madam If blaming of your love I doe forget My due respect is he a match for you A private Gentleman can you a Princesse In a point of such consequence forget Whose child you are what will the King say think you Doe you remember Madam whose you are INFANTA Yes yes Leonora and will rather die Than doe a thing unworthy of my birth Though I could tell thee that in noble soules Merit alone ought to produce true love And if my passion would flie to excuses Many examples might authorize it Yet I 'le not follow that in which my honour Must be ingag'd If I have much of love I have much more of courage and me thinks A noble true disdaine tels me that I The daughter of a King should deeme all others Below my love unlesse it were a Monarch But when I see my heart is not of force To make its owne defence I give away That which I dare not take stead of my selfe I put Cimena fast into his fetters And kindle their fire to put out mine owne Be not amaz'd then if with distraction I still expect their marriage you see All my repose onely depends on it If love doe live on hope it dies with it 'T is a fire that not nourish'd will goe out And spight of my ill fortune if Cimena Marry Don Roderigo my long hopes Dying my minde will be at ease till then I 'me still in torment till his day of marriage Roderigo is my love whom though I labour To lose I cannot chuse but grieve to lose him I finde my soule divided in two parts My heart with honour fir'd as well as love This Hymen's fatall I both wish and feare it Nor can I hope for any perfect joy Since whether he obtaine his love or no So many baits my love and honour have In stead of comfort I must finde a grave LEONORA After this Madam I have nought to say Unlesse it be to grieve for your misfortunes Before I blam'd you now I pitty you But since your vertue has made good it selfe So strongly 'gainst the powerfull charmes and force Of love and honour and beat backe th' assault Of this and bait of that in a short time 'T will give you ease of all in the meane while Cast your firm hope on heaven which has more justice Than to let virtue be a sufferer long INFANTA My best of hopes is to cast off all hope PAGE Madam Cimena's come as you commanded INFANTA Goe entertaine her in the Gallery LEONORA But will you still remaine in these sad fancies INFANTA No I will spight of all my griefe put on A face of gladnesse Goe I 'le follow you Just heaven from whence I doe expect my aid Put now at length some period to my evils Assure mine honour with some ease of love I seeke my happinesse in anothers blisse To which give speed good heaven or more strength To my yet feeble soule which n'ere can be Till Hymen have bound them at liberty SCENE IV. COUNT de GORMAS D. DIEGO COUNT WEll sir you have got the day the Kings high favour Has lifted you to that which was my due H' has made you governour to the Prince of Castile D. DIEGO This honour which he has done my family Shewes he is just and knowes well how to pay With recompence past services COUNT Though Kings Be great they are like us and as much subject To be deceiv'd as we and this his choice Makes us which are his servants see how ill He recompences present services D. DIEGO Pray let 's no more of this perhaps t' advance My businesse favour did as much as merit And happily you had beene the better choice But yet the King thought me more fit for him You may to th' honour which the King has done me Adde one more if you please in joyning both Our families by sacred marriage Roderigo loves your daughter whom h' has made The chiefest object of 's affections Give your consent and take him for your sonne COUNT O Sir Roderigo must looke higher now The splendor of this honour newly done you Ought to put greater thoughts into his heart Looke to your office well governe the Prince Shew him the way how he may rule a Province Make people every where obey his law Teach him to love the good to awe the bad Adde to these vertues those of a Generall Instruct him how to harden his soft body With paine and travell till he leave himselfe Without a Rivall in the art of Warre To sit continued dayes and nights on horse-backe To take his rest in 's Armes To force a Rampire And not to owe a victorie but to himselfe Shew him this by example and remember You ought to represent what you would teach D. DIEGO To instruct him by example this I 'le say In spight of envie let him read my life And by that story learne to tame fierce Nations To set on any place to range an Army And lay his ground of honour on his actions COUNT Living examples move more forcibly Than books
that best serves his King does but his duty If you thinke otherwise you are undone COUNT I shall beleeve you when I finde it so D. ARIAS. Yout can't but feare the power of the King COUNT One day destroyes not such a man as I am Let him arme all his power to punish me The state shall rather perish than I suffer D. ARIAS. Doe you so little feare the soveraigne power COUNT What of that Scepter which if not for me Had ere now falne out of his hand my person Is Sir of so much consequence to the King That if my head fall his crowne cannot stand D. ARIAS. My Lord give reason leave to settle you Thinke on 't a little COUNT The thought 's already taken D. ARIAS. What shall I say then I must give him an account COUNT This that I know not how to give consent To mine owne shame D. ARIAS. But my Lord imagine Kings will be absolute COUNT Let 'um be so The Die is cast Sir let 's talke no more on 't D. ARIAS. Then I must take my leave since my perswasions Can doe no good though you be cover'd o're with lawrels yet my Lord take heed of thunder COUNT I 'le wait it without feare D. ARIAS. It will come home COUNT If it doe D. Diego's satisfied How little am I scar'd with these poore threats My honour once engag'd a thousand deaths Presented to me in the most hideous formes Cannot once startle me SCENE II. RODERIGO COUNT de GORMAS RODERIGO MY Lord a word COUNT Speake RODERIGO Resolve me of a doubt doe you know Don Diego well COUNT I doe RODERIGO And that he was The spirit and the glory of his time Doe you know this COUNT Perhaps he might be so RODERIGO And that this ardor which mine eyes doe beare Doe you know it is his bloud it represents COUNT What 's that to me RODERIGO Some distance from this place I 'le make you know it COUNT Presumptuous boy RODERIGO Be not so hot I know I 'me young but yet In noble soules valour prevents their yeares COUNT But who has led thee to that vanity To set thee upon me thou that did'st never Beare armes perhaps thou know'st not who I am RODERIGO Yes and I know a stouter man than I Would tremble at the hearing of thy name Thy head is cover'd o're with lawrels where Victory perches and from thence reads to me The fate of my destruction I doe challenge Like a rash youth a man inur'd to conquest Yet having heart enough I shan't want strength Or if I should wearing my fathers cause Upon my sword and arme they cannot faile me COUNT This courage which appeares in thy discourse I have beene long acquainted with and hoping To see the honour of Castile in thee 'T was in my thoughts to give my daughter to thee I know thy love and am amaz'd to see It's motions to give place unto thy honour And meaning to finde out a perfect man And compleat Cavalier for my sonne in law I 'me not mistaken in the choice I 've made But here my pitty intervenes and though I wonder at thy courage yet I grieve To see thy rashnesse doe not seeke thy death Prethee excuse my valour from a combat So farre unequall If thou fall'st by me 'T will be no honour to me To o'recome Where there 's no danger will be a triumph Where there 's no glory for thou wilt be thought To have with ease beene ruin'd and my selfe Shall alone feele the griefe that I have done it RODERIGO Th' hast seconded th' affront thou gav'st my father With a pity worse than that dar'st thou deprive me Of my honour and yet fear'st to take my life COUNT Leave me good youth RODERIGO Let 's goe and talke no more on 't COUNT Art thou so weary of thy life RODERIGO Art thou So afraid to die COUNT Come then thou do'st no more Than is thy duty he 's a degenerate sonne That will out-live one jot his fathers honour SCENE III INFANTA CIMENA INFANTA BE not so griev'd Cimena dry thine eyes Use now thy constancie in this misfortune Thou 'lt see 't cleare up after a little tempest Thy happinesse is but clouded for a while And some small time will make thee no great loser CIMENA What can I hope now but continuall troubles A storme so sudden comming o're this calme Threatens a certaine shipwracke to our loves 'T is past all doubt I perish in the haven I lov'd was lov'd againe our friends agreed And I no sooner had told you the newes But in an ill houre sprung their fatall quarrell Which when I heard I knew my hopes were ruin'd Cursed ambition honour pittilesse Under whose tyranny the bravest soules Doe ever suffer how many teares and sighs Must I pay for you INFANTA Thou hast no reason To feare their quarrell which on a sudden borne Will as soone die there 's too much noise of it To let it live The King shall take it up And for thy sake I 'le see 't shall goe no farther CIMENA This businesse will admit no composition Th' affronts to honour never are repair'd Wisdome or power can prevaile little here This wound will not be heal'd it may be cover'd And stifled hate nourishes secret fires Within the brest but such as burne more fiercely INFANTA But th' holy knot which shall once joyne Cimena To Roderigo will dissolve the hatred Of both their fathers and the bonds of love As being more strong will quickly stop their discord CIMENA rather doe desire than hope it Madam Don Diego is too haughty and I know My father well of what a spirit he is I feele my teares runne which I would retaine What 's past torments me and I feare the sequell INFANTA Do'st thou feare what a weake old man can doe CIMENA Roderigo is not weake INFANTA But he 's too young CIMENA Valiant young men are ever very sudden INFANTA But that thou need'st not feare He loves thee too well To anger or displease thee one poore word Out of thy mouth will quickly stay his heat CIMENA If he doe not obey how great 's my griefe And if he doe what will men say of him That being a Gentleman he could put up Such an affront so that if he resist Or else give way to his affection I cannot but be troubled or asham'd At his too much respect or just deniall INFANTA Cimena's generous and though she be Ingag'd she cannot suffer a base thought But if I make a prisoner of this lover Untill this businesse be tane up betwixt them Will not your love turne into jealousie CIMENA Ah Madam in this case I have no such thought INFANTA Boy looke out Roderigo bring him hither BOY He and the Count of Gormas CIMENA Good God I tremble INFANTA Speake BOY Went out together INFANTA Alone BOY Alone and as it seem'd they went to quarell CIMENA Ay me my fear 's they 're fighting by this time INFANTA Let 's spend no more
enemies nor mine to boot The pride of one man in your Court has done Almost before your face and sullied The reverence and honour of my age Advantag'd by his youth and by my weaknesse And so Sir these my haires which have growne white Under my helmet and my bloud which has So oft for you been spent should ha' descended Unto the grave with curelesse infamy Had I not got a Sonne to save my honour Who lending me his hand has slaine the Count If to shew courage and a sense of wrong If to revenge a blow o' th face deserve Severely to be punisht let it fall On me that tempest what soer'e it be For the armes fault we punish oft the head I am the head Sir he is but the arme And if Cimena doe complaine that he Has slaine her Father I must answer her Had I beene able he had never done it Sacrifice then this head which age will take The arme Sir may hereafter doe you service And let Cimena's wrong be satisfied At my owne bloud 's expence and I shall be So farre from thinking it an uniust censure That dying with mine honour I shall die Withou t regret KING Th' affaire is of importance And merits to be heard in a full Counsell Don Sancho wait upon Cimena home Don Diego's word shall be his surety Let his sonne be lookt out I 'le doe you justice CIMENA 'T is just great Sir to cut off murderers KING Daughter take truce a little with your griefes CIMENA To give them truce is to increase them more ACT III. SCENE I. D. RODERIGO ELVIRA ELVIRA WHat meane you Roderigo whither would you RODERIGO I would pursue the course of my sad fortune ELVIRA But this is a strange boldnesse to appeare In the same place which you have fill'd with mourning Come you t' affront the ghost of the dead Count Have not you slaine him RODERIGO His life was my disgrace Mine honour at my hands requir'd dis death ELVIRA But in the house of death to looke for refuge Did ever homicide make that his Asilum RODERIGO Did never any murderer present Himselfe unto his Judge ne're wonder at me I come to seeke for that I gave another That 's death my love Cimena is my Judge When I deserv'd her hate I deserv'd death And for that cause I stand here to receive My sentence from her mouth death from her hand ELVIRA Flie rather from her sight and doe not meet With the first motions of her griefe and anger Why would you more enflame her present passion RODERIGO No that deare object which I durst displease To punish me cannot have too much passion I should be happy if I could augment it And hasten so my death from her faire hand ELVIRA Cimena's at the Court bath'd in her teares And will returne thence with much company For heavens sake flie what will mens censures say If y' are discover'd here they must report Cimena t' have receiv'd into her house Th' Assassin of her father Harke she comes It is her voice at least Roderigo To save her reputation hide your selfe SCENE II. D. SANCHO CIMENA ELVIRA D. SANCHO I Madame never thinke of any other But bloudy sacrifices your anger 's just And your griefe lawfull for my part Madame I 'le neither goe about to pacifie Or comfort you but if my present service Can be of use to you imploy my Sword To cut out your revenge from your commands My heart takes courage and my arme its strength CIMENA O me unfortunate D. SANCHO Madame accept my service CIMENA I shall offend the King then who has promis'd To doe me Justice D. SANCHO But you know justice Is so slow pac'd and languishing that seldome It overtakes the crime the wrong was done By th' sword then let a Cavalier revenge it By the sword againe It is the readiest way CIMENA 'T is the last remedy but if it must Arive at that and this your noble pitty Of my misfortunes doe continue with you I shall then give you the freedom you desire D. SANCHO It is the onely happinesse I wish So having hopes to see 't I take my leave SCENE III CIMENA ELVIRA CIMENA AT length I find I 'me free to open to thee The sadnesse of my soule and to give way to my deep sighs which else would stifle me My father 's dead Eluira the first sword That Roderigo us'd has cut his thred Weepe weepe mine eyes melt into teares my braine Halfe of my life the other halfe has slaine And ty's me to revenge on what is left That part of which by this I am bereft ELVIRA Quiet your selfe sweet Madame CIMENA How unfitly Thou bid'st me to be quiet when at once I must bewaile my losse and th' hand that made it Or what is 't I can hope for in this life But torments neere to be redres'd by time If loving th' Author I pursue the crime ELVIRA Can you then love the man that kill'd your Father CIMENA Love him Eluira more than that I adore him My love stands up against the sense I should have Of a slaine father and would quite o're-beare it I finde my lover in mine enemie And spight of all my anger in my heart Roderigo makes his part good 'gainst my father Yet though my love has these advantages I 'le not advise with it about my duty Nothing is dearer to me than Roderigo My heart would take his part but then my honour Tels me I had a father which he slew ELVIRA But doe you meane to prosecute him Madam CIMENA O cruell meaning cruell prosecution To which I 'me forc'd I aske his head and yet Feare to obtaine it I would ha him punish'd And yet my death I know must wait on his ELVIRA Fie Madam quit this tragicall designe Be not so cruell to your selfe CIMENA Shall I see My father die betweene my armes his bloud Crying vengeance to me and shan't I heare him Shall my heart thinke because 't is charm'd by love That nothing's due unto a fathers death But childish teares or shall I suffer love To steale into my heart and thrust out honour ELVIRA Beleeve me Madam you may well be pardon'd If you preserve unto your selfe a man You cannot paralell and one you love Y'have done enough to ha' beene with the King Ne're presse it farther be not obstinate CIMENA Then is my glory lost no it behoves I be reveng'd ELVIRA But you love Roderigo He can't displease you CIMENA No I 'le sweare he can't ELVIRA These things consider'd Madam what can you doe CIMENA To save mine honour and to put an end To all my griefes at once I am resolv'd First to pursue him unto death and then To die my selfe SCENE IV. RODERIGO to them RODERIGO TO save the trouble of Pursuing me behold I 'me here before you Glut your selfe with the pleasure of my death CIMENA What place is this Elvira who is this Roderigo in my house before my face RODERIGO Spare not my
you so onely to doe me an outrage Or will you be so cruell to my father That having conquer'd him you will submit Your selfe to any hand No Roderigo Defend thy honor though thou slight thy life RODERIGO Mine honor cannot need any defence More than it has already He that could Defeat the Moores and kill the Count of Gormas Has not an enemy besides to feare No no Roderigo know's what ere you thinke How in this fight to die and save his honour That none shall dare to thinke he wanted courage Onely they 'le say he did adore Cimena He would not live having deserv'd her hate How he gave way unto the cruell fate which forc'd his Mistresse to pursue his death Shee ask'd his head and his great heart conceiv'd He should commit a crime if he deny'd it T' acquit his honour he renounc'd his love T' acquit his Mistresse he renounc'd his life Thus shall you see my glory in this Combat Shine more than ere it did My willing death Shall have this honour that no Man but I Could for the wrong done to you satisfy CIMENA Since nor thy love nor honour can prevaile To hold thee from thy ruine deare Roderigo If ere I lov'd thee I conjure thee now To doe thy best if for no other end To free me from Don Sancho let me not Be given up to th' object of my loathing What shall I say more goe defend thy selfe And if thy love be not congeal'd to ice Be Victor where Cimena is the price Adieu this last word makes me blush for shame RODERIGO Is there an Enemy now that I can feare Moores and Castilians or what ere you be Whom Aragon or Spaine thinkes valiant Appeare and make one army of your selves My soule encouraged thus shall throw me on you For so sweet hopes what is 't I dare not meet with SCENE II. INFANTA LEONORA INFANTA IS it to me you come now Leonora LEONORA Madame I come to testifie the joy I feele to see your heart at rest INFANTA My heart Can rest come to a heart that 's fill'd with griefes LEONORA If love doe live on hope and dye with it Roderigo cannot trouble you any longer You know the Combat where he is ingag'd By his Cimena there he must or dye Or be her husband but what ever happen Whether he live or dye your hope is dead INFANTA But how canst thou assure me it is dead If upon these conditions Roderigo Doe entertaine the Combat have not I Inventions enough to breake it off Love the sweet Author of my punishment Can teach the wits of lovers many slights LEONORA Hope you to breed a discontent between 'um Which a Fathers death cannot Cimena shewes By her conduct of this affaire that hate Causes not her pursuite 't is true sh' has got The Combat graunted but to take her part Whom has she chosen not an expert man Or one already famous for his actions Don Sancho serves her turne who till this time Did never put on armes she loves in him His small experience This her suddaine choise Must make you see she sought for such a Combat As might enforce her duty to be silent And yet assure Roderigo's conquest INFANTA I see it well enough and yet my heart Strives with Cimena's who shal most adore him What had I best resolve on Leonora LEONORA Madam bethink your selfe of whom y' are borne A King heav'n owes you and you love a subject INFANTA No no my thoughts are off from their first object I love not Roderigo as a Gentleman Hee that I love now is the Valiant CID The Maister of two Kings And yet I meane T' orecome my selfe not for the feare of blame But that I won't disturbe so faire a flame And though they would now crown him yet I should not Resume the guift which I have giv'n another Then since thou saist Roderigoe's Victory Is certaine let 's goe give him to Cimena And thou that know'st how far my love has run Come see me finish what I have begun SCENE III CIMENA ELVIRA CIMENA WHat shall I doe Elvira all my hopes Are lost and I have nothing left but feares I dare not give consent to my owne wishes I 've caus'd two Rivals to take armes for me What ever happens Sorrow is my lot For thinke the best I can of fate obtaine My Father 's unreveng'd or lover slaine ELVIRA From both sides you will find reason of comfort Either you have revenge or Roderigo How ever destiny disposes of you It saves your honour and provides y'a husband CIMENA What the object of my hate or of my anger Roderigo's or my Fathers murderer From this or that I must expect a husband Dy'd in the bloud of him I held most deare I feare the issue worse than any death Goe vengeance or my love that troublest me Thou hast not sweets I 'me sure to make me amends And thou the powerfull mover of that fate Which does me all this violence determine This Combat equally without advantage That neither be the Victor or the Vanquisht ELVIRA That were to handle you with too much cruelty If when the fight were done you should be bound A new to demand justice and neare leave With rigour to pursue the man you love No it were better that his unmatch'd valour Should get him victory and silence you And that the King according to his law Should force you to comply with your owne wishes CIMENA Doest thinke though he be Conquerour that I will Yeeld my selfe his my duty is too strong And my losse over great He may o'recome Don Sancho easily but not so soone The glory of Cimena Though a Monarch Have promis'd me unto his victory Mine honour rather than I 'le be his prize Shall raise him up a thousand enemies ELVIRA Take heed lest heav'n for this strange pride of yours Suffer you not to be reveng'd at all What meane you to refuse this happinesse That you may when you please sit down with honour What is 't you would pretend what can you hope Will your Lovers death restore your Father to you Or is your Fathers death so small a mischiefe That you 'd heape up losse on losse griefe upon griefe Well doe continue in this stubborne humour You scarce deserve the man they 'ave destin'd for ye And heaven being weary of its too much favour In stead of him will wed you to Don Sancho CIMENA The griefes Elvira I sustaine already Need not thy fatall augury to augment 'um I would if possible avoid them both If not Roderigo has my best of wishes Not that my love inclines me more to him But lest he fayling I should be Don Sancho's The thought of that makes me to wish him well What 's this Elvira See 't is done already SCENE IV. D. SANCHO CIMENA ELVIRA D. SANCHO AT your feet Madame I present this sword CIMENA What that yet reaking with Roderigo's bloud Traytor how dar'st thou come into my sight When thou hast ravish'd from me all
I lov'd Shine now at full my love thou need'st not feare My Father 's satisfi'd One onely blow has to mine honour giv'n security To my soule despaire to my love liberty D. SANCHO Heare me with better temper CIMENA Dar'st thou yet Speake to me Cursed murderer of that Heros Which I doe most adore Goe thou hast slaine him Perfidiously for otherwise that man Could never fall by such a hand as thine ELVIRA But heare him Madame CIMENA What wouldst thou have me heare Can I doubt when my eyes are satisfied I have obtain'd the mischiefe which I sought for And my just suit has had too good successe Pardon deare love it s bloudy cruelty Thinke though a lover yet I was a daughter If on thy bloud I have reveng'd my Father For thy revenge I will exhaust my owne My soule has nothing now that should retaine it It shall goe after thine to aske it pardon And thou that think'st t' obtaine me by his death Disloyall minister of my cruell fate Hope nothing at my hands Thou hast done me No service onely hastned on my death D. SANCHO 'T is a strange passion will not give me hearing CIMENA What would'st thou have me heare thee whilst with boasting Thou paint'st out to me my owne fatall crime And his misfortunes that thy cruell story May kill me in thy sight No I can dye Without thy help My soule can find out death Instructed by no ayd but her owne mischiefes To them The KING D. DIEGO D. ARIAS. D. ALONSO CIMENA SIr I need not now dissemble any longer What never art of mine could hide from you I lov'd you know yet to revenge my Father I would proscribe the head I held so deare By that your Majesty might easily see I meant my love should give place to my duty In fine Roderigoe 's dead His death has chang'd Her who was once his mortall enemy To an afflicted lover That revenge I to my Father ought and to my love These teares which now I shed Don Sancho has In taking of my part quite ruin'd me And yet for doing so I 'me made his prize Sir if kind pitty ever mov'd a King Now of your grace revoke this cruell law Though he have slaine the man I lov'd so dearely I 'le give him all I have for his reward So he will leave me to my selfe and that I may bewaile the time I have to live My Father and my Lover in a Cloister D. DIEGO Now you perceive she loves Sir and not thinkes 'T is such a crime t' a vow her lawfull love KING Sweet heart mistake not Roderigo lives Don Sancho has made thee a false report D. SANCHO Sir not by me but by her too much heat Shee was deceiv'd For had she given me leave I should have told her that her noble Lover When he disarm'd me bade me banish feare For that sai'd he I 'de rather leave the conquest Uncertaine than I 'de spill a drop of bloud That 's ventur'd for Cimena but since I Am by my duty call'd to attend the King Goe you and entertaine her in my stead And at her feet offer your life and sword Which when I came to doe the sword deceiv'd her With which seeing me returne she thought that I Had beene the Victor Presently her anger Betray'd her love with such impatience That I had not a minutes audience For my part though I am a vanquish'd man And though the interest of my love be great Yet I repute my selfe in this my losse To be a gainer loving my distresse Which brings so faire a flame so good successe KING You must not be asham'd of such a love Cimena or seeke meanes to disavow it Your honour 's disingag'd your duty quitted Your Father satisfied what would you more Must you still put Roderigo in new danger You see heaven otherwise disposes of him And since that it has done so much for him Doe you too something for your selfe and take Him for your husband that I offer you And whom I know you love To them INFANTA RODERIGO LEONORA INFANTA COme Cimena Drye thy eyes And receive with a glad heart This noble Conquerour from thy Princesse's hand RODERIGO Great Sir be not offended if before you The duty which I owe to love doe cast me Here at her feet I come not to demand The prize which I have won but once more yet To offer you my life My love shall not Or plead the combats law or the Kings will If all that 's done cannot appease your anger Tell me what meanes is left to satisfie Must I encounter yet a thousand Rivals Travaile from one end of the Earth to th' other Or force a Camp my selfe or rout an Army If at length I may expiate my crime I shall attempt all this But if your honour Be still inexorable and nothing can Appease it but my death Behold my head I cast it at your feet Take it your selfe And arme no other hand for your revenge Since none but yours can do 't Yet let my death Be all my punishment and let me not Be banish'd from your memory but say If any time you call to mind my paine Had he not lov'd me he had not been slaine CIMENA Rise Roderigo Sir I must needs say My love has shew'd it selfe too much for me Now to deny it Roderigo has Such vertues as I know not how to hate And you 're my King I cannot but obey you But is there here any appearance of A Marriage if it be it is a sad one That one day should begin and end my mourning That having lay'd my Father in his grave I should lay Roderigo in my bed That were to hold intelligence with 's murtherer And soyle my honour with eternall shame KING Time often makes that lawfull which at present Seemes not to be so Roderigo has won thee And his thou must be But though his valour Have made you his yet I should doe you wrong So soone to give him the reward he fought for Take if you will a yeare to end your mourning In the meane time Roderigo shall take armes And having under his command my Army Shall carry back the War unto the Moores Which they brought hither that they all may tremble At this brave name of CID which they have given thee They 've call'd thee Lord already and they would Make thee their King But let not Roderigo Thy great exploits take off thy loyalty Returne if possible more worthy of her And let thy deeds set such a price upon thee That she may court thy Marriage as an honour RODERIGO For my Cimena Sir and for your service What can you bid me doe I won't accomplish And though I hardly can endure her absence Yet are the hopes you give sufficient happinesse KING Rely upon thy valour and my promise And now thou hast thy Mistresse heart already This point of honour which is the last thing Let time o're come thy valour and thy King FINIS * Sen. Rhet. sua 1. sub finem THis Tragicomedy called The Valiant Cid translated out of French as it was acted before the King and Queene at Court may be printed HENRY HERBERT Janu. 12. 1637 Imprimatur THO. WYKES Jan. 26. 1637 HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENCE