Poems with the Muses looking-glasse: and Amyntas· By Thomas Randolph Master of Arts, and late fellow of Trinity Colledge in Cambridge.
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Poems with the Muses looking-glasse: and Amyntas· By Thomas Randolph Master of Arts, and late fellow of Trinity Colledge in Cambridge.
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Randolph, Thomas, 1605-1635.
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Oxford :: Printed by Leonard Lichfield printer to the Vniversity, for Francis Bowman,
M.DC.XXXVIII. [1638]
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"Poems with the Muses looking-glasse: and Amyntas· By Thomas Randolph Master of Arts, and late fellow of Trinity Colledge in Cambridge." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A10411.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 14, 2025.
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SCEN 1.
Mopsus,
The stilis.
Mop.
I would have you to know The stilis, so I would,I am no dog, but mortall flesh and bloodAs you are.
Thes.
O be patient gentle Mopsus.
Mop.
Slid, fetch and carry!
Thes.
Nay good sweet heartBe not so angry.
Mop.
Angry? why 'twould angerA dog indeed to be so us'd, a dog!I would not use a dog so: bid a dogThat comes of a good house to fetch and carry!Discourteous! •…•…et him get dogs of his own,For I have got my neck out of the collar.Let him unkennell's Oracles himselfeFor Mopsus, if I starte or spring him one
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I'le dye the dogs death, and be hang'd: mad foole!
Thes.
But Mopsus, you may now securely visitMee and my house: Amyntas, heaven be prais'd,Is now recover'd of his wits again.
Mop.
How? and grown wise!
Thes.
Ceres be prais'd as ever.
Mop.
Shut up your doores then; Carduus BenedictusOr Dragon water may doe good upon him.
Thes.
What mean you Mopsus?
Mop.
Mean I? what mean youTo invite me to your house when 'tis infected?
Thes.
Infected?
Mop.
I, Amyntas has the Wits.And doe you think I'le keepe him company?Though, as I told you still, I am suspitiousIocastus is the man that must—
The.
Doe what?
Mop.
It grieves me to think of it.
The.
Out with't man.
Mop.
That must interpret; I have cause to think(With sorrow be it spoken) he will proveThe verier foole, but let him; yet now my Aug•…•…ryThat never failes me, tells mee certainlyThat I shall have thee, Thestylis, yet ere night;It was an owle—
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