Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical : Printed from the Acting Copies, as Performed at the Theatres-royal, London, Volume 11John Cumberland, 1826 |
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... www R. Cruikshank , Del . Brutus . Brutus . Well , Titus , speak , -how is it with thee now ? Tell me , my son , art thou prepared to die ? Ac ! V. Scene 3 . White , Sc . SPOR BRUTUS ; OR , THE FALL OF TARQUIN . ACT. 365 ...
... www R. Cruikshank , Del . Brutus . Brutus . Well , Titus , speak , -how is it with thee now ? Tell me , my son , art thou prepared to die ? Ac ! V. Scene 3 . White , Sc . SPOR BRUTUS ; OR , THE FALL OF TARQUIN . ACT. 365 ...
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... speak for days ; yea , rather starve Than utter nature's cravings ; then anon , He'll prattle shrewdly , with such witty folly As almost betters reason . HORATIUS returns with LucIUS JUNIUS . Tul . Hark thee , fellow , How art thou call ...
... speak for days ; yea , rather starve Than utter nature's cravings ; then anon , He'll prattle shrewdly , with such witty folly As almost betters reason . HORATIUS returns with LucIUS JUNIUS . Tul . Hark thee , fellow , How art thou call ...
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... Speak to thy son . Br . I had a thing to say , But I have lost it . Let it pass - no matter Tit . Look not upon me with those eyes , but speak ; What is it that annoys thee ? tell thy friend- How can I serve thee ? What dost lack ? Br ...
... Speak to thy son . Br . I had a thing to say , But I have lost it . Let it pass - no matter Tit . Look not upon me with those eyes , but speak ; What is it that annoys thee ? tell thy friend- How can I serve thee ? What dost lack ? Br ...
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... speak a heart Unknowing of deceit ; a soul of honour , Where frozen chastity has fix'd her throne , And unpolluted nuptial sanctity . -Peace , undigested thoughts ! -Down - down ! till ripen'd By further time , ye bloom . END OF ACT II ...
... speak a heart Unknowing of deceit ; a soul of honour , Where frozen chastity has fix'd her throne , And unpolluted nuptial sanctity . -Peace , undigested thoughts ! -Down - down ! till ripen'd By further time , ye bloom . END OF ACT II ...
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... speak ! Sex . Ay , I will speak , - And I'll speak that shall fill thee with more wonder , Than all the lying oracle declar'd . Br . Nay , prince , not so ; you cannot do a deed To make me wonder . Sex . Indeed ! Dost think it ? Then ...
... speak ! Sex . Ay , I will speak , - And I'll speak that shall fill thee with more wonder , Than all the lying oracle declar'd . Br . Nay , prince , not so ; you cannot do a deed To make me wonder . Sex . Indeed ! Dost think it ? Then ...
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