Lady-Errant, The. A Tragi-Comedy - Act 1. Scene 5

ACT I. S CEN . V.

Olyndus and Charystus toward them . Eum .

Madam I must away; Olyndus yonder
Is hasting towards me. Mal .
Farwell Eumela ,
Be ever happy. Flor .
And may some good God
Cherish thy Loves, as thou dost cherish others. Ex. Fl & Ma. Eum .
My Lord Olyndus , what's your bus'ness to me? Olyn .
Vertuous Eumela , you must doe me the favour
To give this Letter into th' Princess's hands
With all the speed and secrecy you may. Eum .
I carry with me Night, and wings my Lord. Ex . Cha .
O my Olyndus , were there not that thing
That we call Friend, Earth would one Desart be,
And Men Alone still, though in Company.
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