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The Posthumous Dramatick Works of the Late Richard Cumberland, Esq
The Posthumous Dramatick Works of the Late Richard Cumberland Esq Author:Richard Cumberland Title: The Posthumous Dramatick Works of the Late Richard Cumberland, Esq: the Sybil, Or, the Elder Brutus. the Walloons. the Confession. the Passive Husband. Terrendal. Lover's Resolutions General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1813 Original Publisher: G. and W. Nicol Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of ... more »the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: ACT V. The interior of the temple of Mars. Brutus seated in the Consular chair. Titus is brought in by the Lictors with their axes turn'd edge-ways towards him : At a signal from Brutus they withdraw. Titus approaches his father. L. Jun. Prisoner, approach, we now forego the names Of son and father, sad exchange ! to meet As criminal and judge. Nay, do not kneel! Man doth not owe to man such low submission. Tit. But guilt to virtue doth; repentance owes Prostration to the Gods, and thou, oh Brutus, Art like a God on earth. Not to Rome's Consul, But Rome's deliverer, bend I the knee. L. Jun. Stand up and hear me. Tis a dread commission I now must open -- Traitors, who conspire Against mature societies, may urge Their acts as bold and daring ; and, tho' villains, Yet are they manly villains -- But to stab The cradled innocent as thou hast done, To strike thy country in the mother-pangs Of struggling child-birth, and direct thy dagger To freedom's infant throat, is deed so black, That my foil'd tongue refuses it a name. Tit. Let me supply it -- Death. L. Jun. Oh Gods, oh Gods ! Tit. Nay, do not shrink ; I am not yet so far Apostate from my great original, As to survive disgrace. L. Jun. Thou hast pronounc'd The fatal word that Justice must decree -- Hard word, and painful for a father's tongue -- Thou art my son. Tit. No, I have lost the name. I was...« less