The Lady-Errant | ||
Scen. IV.
To them Eumela.Eum.
My Lords, the Queen
Is come to make a visit to your Ladies:
What will you do?
Phil.
Go and conduct her in.
[Ex. Phil. Pæst.
Eum.
Now Madam? does your Husband vanish, when
You offer to embrace him?
Mal.
O Eumela
He's gone already. This his short appearance
Is only as th' appearance of a Star
To one that's perishing in a Tempest.
Flor.
'Tis
Only to let us die with some more Comfort.
Were they to stay Eumela—
Eum.
This disjoyning
Of Bodies, only is to knit your hearts;
You'l form their Pictures in your Thoughts perhaps,
And once or twice more look behind the Hangings.
Mal.
Peace good Eumela! here's the Queen.
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