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 | The Cid |  |
SCENE I.
CIMENA. ELVIRA.CIMENA.
But is this true, Elvira? art thou sure on't?
ELVIRA.
How hard it is to beget 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.
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
I owe a duty to a Father slaine.
ELVIRA.
Be not transported so: The Infanta's here.
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