The Cenci: A Tragedy in Five ActsC. and J. Ollier, London, 1889 |
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... escape not . Yet I fear Her subtle mind , her awe - inspiring gaze , Whose beams anatomize me nerve by nerve And lay me bare , and make me blush to see My hidden thoughts . - Ah , no ! A friendless girl Who clings to me , as to her only ...
... escape not . Yet I fear Her subtle mind , her awe - inspiring gaze , Whose beams anatomize me nerve by nerve And lay me bare , and make me blush to see My hidden thoughts . - Ah , no ! A friendless girl Who clings to me , as to her only ...
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... escape ! Beatr . What now ? Ber . I know not what to say : my father's dead ! Beatr . How ? dead ? he only sleeps : you mistake , brother . His sleep is very calm , very like death ; ' Tis wonderful how well a tyrant sleeps . He is not ...
... escape ! Beatr . What now ? Ber . I know not what to say : my father's dead ! Beatr . How ? dead ? he only sleeps : you mistake , brother . His sleep is very calm , very like death ; ' Tis wonderful how well a tyrant sleeps . He is not ...
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... escape even now , So we take fleet occasion by the hair . Giac . Rather expire in tortures , as I may . What ! will you cast by self - accusing flight Assured conviction upon Beatrice ? She , who alone , in this unnatural work , Stands ...
... escape even now , So we take fleet occasion by the hair . Giac . Rather expire in tortures , as I may . What ! will you cast by self - accusing flight Assured conviction upon Beatrice ? She , who alone , in this unnatural work , Stands ...
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1st Judge accusation Andrea art thou avenge Beatr BEATRICE and LUCRETIA BERNARDO blood BOND STREET brother Cardinal Camillo Cenci Palace child Clement VIII cold Colonna Palace confess Count Cenci crime curse darcs dare dark dead dear death deed despair doubt dowry dread dreams earth Enter BEATRICE Enter LUCRETIA Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell father fear feast gentle Giac Giacomo grave Guest guilty hair hate hear heart Heaven hell hide hope horrible horror innocent kill kill'd Lady Beatrice live look Lord Lucr Marzio mother murder murder'd never night Olim OLIMPIO pale parricide pity poison Pope Pope's pray Rome Salamanca SCENE sister sleep smile soul speak spirit strange sweet sweet child talk'd tears thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought tortures truth twere VERE STREET weep whilst wife words worse wouldst wretch wrongs