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SCENE V.
D. Diego. D. Roderigo.D. DIEGO.
At length I see what all my industry
Could not effect, chance offers to me, this
Must be my Sonne. Roderigo, blest be Heaven
That gives me leave to see thee.
RODERIGO.
Ay me!
D. DIEGO.
Doe not confound my joyes with these sad accents,
But give me leave to praise thy early Valour,
Which shewes the noble stock from which thou sprang'st
The first stroke of thy sword, has equall'd all
That mine could doe, and thy brave youthfull spirit,
Has reach'd the glory of thy Ancestors.
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
After you, I dare satisfie my selfe
Give me leave to despaire; 'tis all I aske.
Let not your praise flatter me out of that.
D. DIEGO.
Fy, from so brave a heart banish this weaknesse,
Thinke there are Mistrisses enough ith'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
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 ith'Count, he has found in thee.
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