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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London, :: Printed for Henry Herringman, and are to be sold at his shop at the sign of the Anchor on the lower Walk of the New Exchange.,
1660.
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ACT. 5. SCEN. 6.
Enter Albertus, Lycespes.
Alb.
HAs no one yet brought any news?
Lyc.
Not any, Sir, O misery!Betraid by some sleight. How now?
Enter a Mes∣senger.
From whence com'st thou?
Mess.
My Lord, your son desires to meet you;And withall you would not wonder,That with the Princesse he waits your comming.
Alb.
Stranger yet! some farther mischiefe sure!Lycespes Draw up the Army instantly.
[Exit Lyces.
We must not be thus cousened.
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Came you from my son?
Mess.
But now, Sir.
Alb.
And is he with the Princesse?
Mess.
Yes, Sir.
Alb.
Where?
Mess.
Now comming to the House.
Alb.
With all her Army?
Mess.
Onely with a small Guard.
Alb.
There may be something then.Fortune I'le think if now thou shew'st thy care,Thou canst redeem as wel as bring despair.
[Exeunt.
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