Poems, viz. 1. A panegyrick to the king. 2. Songs and sonnets. 3. The blind lady, a comedy. 4. The fourth book of Virgil, 5. Statius his Achilleis, with annotations. 6. A panegyrick to Generall Monck. / By the Honorable Sr Robert Howard.
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- Poems, viz. 1. A panegyrick to the king. 2. Songs and sonnets. 3. The blind lady, a comedy. 4. The fourth book of Virgil, 5. Statius his Achilleis, with annotations. 6. A panegyrick to Generall Monck. / By the Honorable Sr Robert Howard.
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- Howard, Robert, Sir, 1626-1698.
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ACT 1. SCEN 3.
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ACT. 1. SCEN. 4.
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Poor Princesse! 'twas her hard fate to love;
She had been else no more concern'd, Than those that now survive.And she perhaps as unconcern'd to dye.
Nothing but a deserving Love Could have taught her a way so glorious To end all cares. She now enjoys him too, Or else insensible that e're she lost him.Did that young Prince command that day the Army?
Yes, and, as we learnt, he was the Heir
To the Tartarian Empire.Page 43
My Lord—
Ha
Let not the Princesse see it:
The Castle is surrounded by a Troop of Souldiers, Commanded by Phylanter; I fear you are their aim.I?
You may guesse the causes, Jealousie and Baseness.
Think, or you'r lost.Ha—'tis very happy.
I don't understand that.
I'le presse them nobly: Are they many?
They are divided, as we guesse. The gates are yet kept shut.
I'le go view, and ins••antly return.
The Devill on the mischief! if their aim
Be towards me, it must be for my life. A Parly cannot save me, I am resolv'd To sell it.Upon my life, Madam, there's some disorder.
View but the eyes of Mironault.My Lord, why are you mov'd?
I, Madam?
Pray, Sir, let me entreat of you the cause.
Nothing that ought to give you trouble, Madam,
There's something that requires The presence of my Lord without.