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The Lady-Errant

A Tragi-Comedy
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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Scen. VII.
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77

Scen. VII.

To them Philænis.
Phil.
Arm, arm, arm, arm,
The King, and Lords are within sight. Here Madam,
Pray take my Sword, and Helmet.

Cos.
Worthy Gentlemen,
Do y' come to proffer aid from th' Cretan King
To help us 'gainst the Men?

Irin.
No Ladies: we
Come but to tell you that the King is Landed,
They discover themselves.
We are your fellow-Subjects.

Cos.
Fellow-Villaines
Among your selves. Eumela, we may thank
You for all this.

Pan.
But Sister of the Sword,
Great Lady Stickler—

Mach.
Be patient pray y' a while—Take you this Helmet,
And you this Fauchion Sir, and you this Lance;
Embassadours still must be dismiss'd with Presents.

Rho.
Where is our Plate?

Pan.
Our Wealth?

Cos.
Our Jewels?

Mach.
Folly!
Did not my Order bind me to assist
Distressed men?

Cos.
Who would e'r trust a VVoman?

Mach.
The Queen will give y' a fair account.

Adr.
'Tis no
Time to debate things now. The truth is, all
VVas ship'd, and sent the King, as one great Present
From all the Cyprian VVomen. If you do
Desire that he should know how it was rais'd,

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For what intended, by what means diverted,
I'l bid him spare his thanks, and tell him 'twas
Not Bounty, but Misfortune that directed
This vast Supply to him.

Cos.
We hope your Highness
Will be so Gratious to us, as to let us
Make the best use yet of our Evils. 'Twill
Be something, if that, which was meant Sedition,
May now be took for Contribution,
And we esteem'd Relievers of the Army.

Adr.
I do engage my Royall word, you shall
Be put in th' Annals, as good Members of
The Cyprian Commonwealth. But heark, the noise!
The Horses, Trumpets, Priests! They come! stand off.