Prólogo Iris
(Inédita) IRIS Hail many-coloured messanger, that ne’er Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowersDiffusest honey drops, refreshing showers;And with each end of thy blue bow dost crownMy bosky acres and my unshrubbed down,Rich scarf to my proud earth… (Ceres dirigiéndose a Iris, acto 4, escena 1. La Tempestad de […]