The Cenci: A Tragedy in Five ActsC. and J. Ollier, London, 1889 |
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... voice ! You know me not . Giac . My , sister , my lost sister ! Beatr . Lost , indeed ! I see Orsino has talk'd with you , and That you conjecture things too horrible THE CENCI . · To speak , yet far less than the truth . Now , stay not ...
... voice ! You know me not . Giac . My , sister , my lost sister ! Beatr . Lost , indeed ! I see Orsino has talk'd with you , and That you conjecture things too horrible THE CENCI . · To speak , yet far less than the truth . Now , stay not ...
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... voice which said , " Cenci must die ! Let him confess himself ! " Even now the accusing Angel waits to hear " If God , to punish his enormous crimes , " Harden his dying heart ! " Cen . Why - such things are : No doubt divine revealings ...
... voice which said , " Cenci must die ! Let him confess himself ! " Even now the accusing Angel waits to hear " If God , to punish his enormous crimes , " Harden his dying heart ! " Cen . Why - such things are : No doubt divine revealings ...
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... voice of living thing ; muse not again Upon familiar thoughts , sad , yet thus lost- How fearful ! To be nothing ! Or to be- What ? O , where am I ? Let me not go mad ! Sweet Heaven , forgive weak thoughts ! If there should be No God ...
... voice of living thing ; muse not again Upon familiar thoughts , sad , yet thus lost- How fearful ! To be nothing ! Or to be- What ? O , where am I ? Let me not go mad ! Sweet Heaven , forgive weak thoughts ! If there should be No God ...
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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