Create test runner which renders layouts to images 🗺

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+[align: right][
+    [bold][Scene 5: _The Tower of London_]
+
+    [italic][Enter Mortimer, brought in a chair, and Gaolers.]
+
+    *Mortimer.* Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,
+        Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.
+        Even like a man new haled from the rack,
+        So fare my limbs with long imprisonment;
+        And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death,
+        Nestor-like aged in an age of care,
+        Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.
+        These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is spent,
+        Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent;
+        Weak shoulders, overborne with burdening grief,
+        And pithless arms, like to a withered vine
+        That droops his sapless branches to the ground.
+        Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is numb,
+        Unable to support this lump of clay,
+        Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,
+        As witting I no other comfort have.
+        But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come?
+
+    *First Keeper.* Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come.
+        We sent unto the Temple, unto his chamber;
+        And answer was return'd that he will come.
+
+    *Mortimer.* Enough; my soul shall then be satisfied.
+        Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine.
+        Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign,
+        Before whose glory I was great in arms,
+        This loathsome sequestration have I had;
+        And even since then hath Richard been obscur'd,
+        Depriv'd of honour and inheritance.
+        But now the arbitrator of despairs,
+        Just Death, kind umpire of men's miseries,
+        With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence.
+        I would his troubles likewise were expir'd,
+        That so he might recover what was lost.
+
+
+    [italic][Enter Richard Plantagenet]
+
+    *First Keeper.* My lord, your loving nephew now is come.
+
+    *Mortimer.* Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?
+
+    *Plantagenet.* Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us'd,
+        Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.
+
+    *Mortimer.* Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck
+        And in his bosom spend my latter gasp.
+        O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,
+        That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.
+        And now declare, sweet stem from York's great stock,
+        Why didst thou say of late thou wert despis'd?
+
+    *Plantagenet.* First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;
+        And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.
+        This day, in argument upon a case,
+        Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me;
+        Among which terms he us'd his lavish tongue
+        And did upbraid me with my father's death;
+        Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
+        Else with the like I had requited him.
+        Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,
+        In honour of a true Plantagenet,
+        And for alliance sake, declare the cause
+        My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head.
+
+    *Mortimer.* That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me
+        And hath detain'd me all my flow'ring youth
+        Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
+        Was cursed instrument of his decease.
+
+    *Plantagenet.* Discover more at large what cause that was,
+        For I am ignorant and cannot guess.
+
+    *Mortimer.* I will, if that my fading breath permit
+        And death approach not ere my tale be done.
+        Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,
+        Depos'd his nephew Richard, Edward's son,
+        The first-begotten and the lawful heir
+        Of Edward king, the third of that descent;
+        During whose reign the Percies of the north,
+        Finding his usurpation most unjust,
+        Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne ...
+]
diff --git a/tests/layouts/shakespeare.tps b/tests/layouts/shakespeare.tps
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+[bold][Scene 5: _The Tower of London_]
+
+[italic][Enter Mortimer, brought in a chair, and Gaolers.]
+
+*Mortimer.* Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,
+    Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.
+    Even like a man new haled from the rack,
+    So fare my limbs with long imprisonment;
+    And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death,
+    Nestor-like aged in an age of care,
+    Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.
+    These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is spent,
+    Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent;
+    Weak shoulders, overborne with burdening grief,
+    And pithless arms, like to a withered vine
+    That droops his sapless branches to the ground.
+    Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is numb,
+    Unable to support this lump of clay,
+    Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,
+    As witting I no other comfort have.
+    But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come?
+
+*First Keeper.* Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come.
+    We sent unto the Temple, unto his chamber;
+    And answer was return'd that he will come.
+
+*Mortimer.* Enough; my soul shall then be satisfied.
+    Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine.
+    Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign,
+    Before whose glory I was great in arms,
+    This loathsome sequestration have I had;
+    And even since then hath Richard been obscur'd,
+    Depriv'd of honour and inheritance.
+    But now the arbitrator of despairs,
+    Just Death, kind umpire of men's miseries,
+    With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence.
+    I would his troubles likewise were expir'd,
+    That so he might recover what was lost.
+
+
+[italic][Enter Richard Plantagenet]
+
+*First Keeper.* My lord, your loving nephew now is come.
+
+*Mortimer.* Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?
+
+*Plantagenet.* Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us'd,
+    Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.
+
+*Mortimer.* Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck
+    And in his bosom spend my latter gasp.
+    O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,
+    That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.
+    And now declare, sweet stem from York's great stock,
+    Why didst thou say of late thou wert despis'd?
+
+*Plantagenet.* First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;
+    And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.
+    This day, in argument upon a case,
+    Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me;
+    Among which terms he us'd his lavish tongue
+    And did upbraid me with my father's death;
+    Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
+    Else with the like I had requited him.
+    Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,
+    In honour of a true Plantagenet,
+    And for alliance sake, declare the cause
+    My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head.
+
+*Mortimer.* That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me
+    And hath detain'd me all my flow'ring youth
+    Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
+    Was cursed instrument of his decease.
+
+*Plantagenet.* Discover more at large what cause that was,
+    For I am ignorant and cannot guess.
+
+*Mortimer.* I will, if that my fading breath permit
+    And death approach not ere my tale be done.
+    Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,
+    Depos'd his nephew Richard, Edward's son,
+    The first-begotten and the lawful heir
+    Of Edward king, the third of that descent;
+    During whose reign the Percies of the north,
+    Finding his usurpation most unjust,
+    Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne ...
diff --git a/tests/layouts/styles.tps b/tests/layouts/styles.tps
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+_Multiline:_
+Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consetetur sadipscing elitr, sed diam nonumy
+eirmod tempor invidunt ut labore et dolore magna aliquyam erat, sed diam
+voluptua. At vero eos et accusam et justo duo dolores et ea rebum. Stet
+clita kasd gubergren, no sea takimata sanctus est.
+
+_Emoji:_ Hello World! 🌍
+
+_Styles:_ This is made *bold*, that _italic_ and this one `monospace` using the
+built-in syntax!
+
+_Styles with functions:_ This [bold][word] is made bold and [italic][that] is italic
+using the standard library functions [mono][bold] and `italic`!