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The Lady-Errant

A Tragi-Comedy

Cartwright, William (1611-1643)

THE LADY-ERRANT.

[Thus thy left hand the Mighty Stagyrite Supports]

To the Memory of the most Ingenious and Vertuous Gentleman Mr Wil: Cartvvright, my much valued Friend.

Upon Mr Cartvvright's Excellent Poems Now collected and published.

On Mr Cartvvright's Poems.

On the Incomparable Poems of Mr William Cartvvright, late Student of Christ-Church in Oxford.

On Mr Cartvvright's excellent Poems, now Collected and Published.

On Mr Cartvvright and his Poems.

On Mr William Cartvvright's excellent Poems, collected and published since his Death.

To the deceased Author of these Poems.

On Mr Will: Cartvvright's excellent Poems, Now collected and Published.

On the publication of the Posthume Poems of M. William Cartwright, sometime Student of Christ-Church in OXON.

To my dear Mother the Vniversity of Oxford, Upon Mr Cartvvright's Poems.

To the Stationer (Mr Moseley) on his Printing Mr Cartvvright's Poems.

Vpon the Ingenuous Author and his Poems.

On Mr Will: Cartwright's excellent Poems.

ON Mr William Cartvvright's excellent Poems.

Vpon Mr. Cartvvright's Poems, published long after his death.

In Memory of his honoured Friend Mr VVilliam Cartvvright.

To the Memory of his deceased Friend. Mr William Cartvvright.

In Memory of Mr William Cartvvright.

On Mr William Cartvvright's surviving Poems.

Upon the Poems and Plaies of the ever Memorable Mr Will: Cartvvright.

On Mr William Cartvvright's excellent Poems.

To the rich Memory of my Honoured Friend the Learned Author.

TO The Memory of Master Cartvvright.

On Mr William Cartvvright's excellent Poems, collected and published since his Death.

On Mr VVil: Cartvvright's excellent Poems, Collected and Published since his death.

To the Memory of Mr William Cartvvright.

On his Deceased Friend Mr Will: Cartvvright's Poems, now Collected and Published.

TO The Memory of my most deserving and peculiar Friend Mr Wil. Cartvvright.

On the Death of Mr. William Cartvvright, and the now publishing of his Poems.

On the Death of Mr Cartvvright, and the Life of his desired Poems.

On the Death of Mr William Cartvvright.

Upon Mr Cartvvright and his Poems.

On Mr Cartvvright's Incomparable Poems published after his Death.

On M. Will: Cartwrights Incomparable Poems.

Upon the setting forth M. Will: Cartwrights Poems.

To the Memory of Mr VVilliam Cartvvright.

To the Memory of the deceased Author Mr William Cartvvright.

On Mr William Cartvvright excellent Poems.

On Mr William Cartvvright's excellent Poems.

On M. Cartvvright and his Poems.

On Mr Cartvvright's Poems Now collected and Published.

On Mr Cartvvright's Poems.

To the Memory of Mr William Cartvvright, On the publication of these His Incomparable Poems

Upon the Memory of Mr William Cartvvright and his admirable Poems.

Vpon the Author's decease, and Poems.

TO THE Memory of Mr Cartvvright, and on his Incomparable Poems.

On the Death of Mr Cartvvright, and Resurrection of his Poems.

Upon Mr Cartvvright's Poems.

Vpon the Incomparable Poems of the Learned Mr Cartvvright.

To the Memory of the Incomparable Mr William Cartvvright.

Upon the Incomparable Poems of Mr William Cartvvright late Student of Christ Church in Oxford.

On the Death of my dear Friend Mr William Cartvvright, relating to the fore-going Elegies.

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Scen. VI.

They leave their Trees, and repair to Machessa.
To them Machessa.
Flo.
Here's one can tell you all.

Luc.
Say, good Machessa,
How doth the Stranger?

Eum.
Lives Olyndus yet?

Mac.
Both live, but wounded much, yet hopes of both;
For they are Friends, and as their Minds have clos'd,
Their wounds may shortly too.

Luc.
How fell they out?

Mach.
I heard the Stranger, Madam, thus confess,
As our Olyndus did embrace him; Thou
Wert honourable, my Olyndus, ever;
But I was foul, and Jealous: then Olyndus
Fell on his Neck, told him 'twas only heat,
And strength of Love; and vow'd he'd never tell
The cause and ground o'th' Quarrell: but the Stranger
Swore by his Gods, and Altars, that he would
Go find, and tell, and ask the Deity
Forgiveness first, then him—I heard no more
But only sighs from either.

Luc.
'Twas too much—
That I should throw away my grief for one
That durst have such a thought! Charistus, you

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And I are both deceiv'd in one another;
[aside.
And, poor Olyndus, deerly hast thou paid
For both our Errors—
—Machessa, as you love me
Be carefull of Olyndus, for the other—
My care hath been more than he's worth already—

[aside.
Flo.
Eumela,
The Princess is much troubled, pray heav'n your freedom
Did not offend her Highness.

Eum.
I hope it did not:
Madam, if too much Love made me forge,
And pass the bounds of Duty, humbly, I beg
Your Graces pardon, beseeching you t' impute
My folly to my Passion.

Luc.
Call't not Passion,
'Twas Reason to Contest: Love's Kingdom is
Founded upon a Parity; Lord, and Subject,
Master, and Servant, are Names banish'd thence;
They wear one Fetter all, or, all one Freedom.

Eum.
There was some Spirit spake within me, 'twas—

Luc.
Alas! excuse it not: all that do Love,
In that they love, are equall, and above none,
None, but those only whom the God denies
The honour of his Wound—Eumela, hear me,
Whispers her.
Charistus is grown foul, and thy Olyndus
Is now my Martyr, for my sake he bleeds,
And I, for this, will make Charistus know,
That he, who doubts his Friend, is his own Foe.

Exeunt.