Lady-Errant, The. A Tragi-Comedy - Act 3. Scene 3

ACT . III. S CEN. III.

To them as they lye groveling, and embracing thus , Machessa and Philaenis. Phi .

O me! Good Heavens! had you the Balsam, Lady,
Now that you told me of, 'twould do some good. Mach .
This is Olyndus , that the honour'd Stranger;
Brave Spirits are a Balsam to themselves:
There is a Nobleness of Mind, that heals
Wounds beyond Salves — look not, but help Philanis ,
Gather the Weapons, and the rest up quickly;
Where two are wrong'd, I ought to succour both.
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