Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, 11 tomasGeorge Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1826 |
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... worse . To love with sincerity and judgment , is only reserved for superior minds ; few beings , such as Almanza and his Child of Nature . [ Exeunt . THE END . Somno . Damme ! didn't think I had so much 36 ACT II . THE CHILD OF NATURE .
... worse . To love with sincerity and judgment , is only reserved for superior minds ; few beings , such as Almanza and his Child of Nature . [ Exeunt . THE END . Somno . Damme ! didn't think I had so much 36 ACT II . THE CHILD OF NATURE .
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With Remarks, Biographical and Critical George Daniel, John Cumberland. Somno . Damme ! didn't think I had so much pluck in me . Act II . Scene 1 . THE SLEEP - WALKER ; OR , WHICH IS THE. The Sleep - Walker .
With Remarks, Biographical and Critical George Daniel, John Cumberland. Somno . Damme ! didn't think I had so much pluck in me . Act II . Scene 1 . THE SLEEP - WALKER ; OR , WHICH IS THE. The Sleep - Walker .
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... Somno , who not only cleans the knives , wipes the glasses , brushes his master's coat , settles his accounts , and takes a bottle of wine from the cellar - aye , and gets tipsy into the bargain , and all in his sleep , but he performs ...
... Somno , who not only cleans the knives , wipes the glasses , brushes his master's coat , settles his accounts , and takes a bottle of wine from the cellar - aye , and gets tipsy into the bargain , and all in his sleep , but he performs ...
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... Somno , ( his servant ) • ........ Mr. Connor Mr. Mathews . Mr. Jefferies . Squire Rattlepate Alibi .... Jorum Spy . ..... Thomas .. Mrs. Decorum Sophia . Mr. Simmons . Mr. Crumpton . Mr. Atkins . Mr. Treby . Mrs. Davenport . Miss Logan ...
... Somno , ( his servant ) • ........ Mr. Connor Mr. Mathews . Mr. Jefferies . Squire Rattlepate Alibi .... Jorum Spy . ..... Thomas .. Mrs. Decorum Sophia . Mr. Simmons . Mr. Crumpton . Mr. Atkins . Mr. Treby . Mrs. Davenport . Miss Logan ...
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... SOMNO . Well , Somno , have you inquired at the next door , who lives in the adjoining house ? Som . Yes , sir : an old lady keeps it , Mrs. Decorum ; and a young gentleman , her nephew , lives with her . Sophia . Mrs. Decorum ! My ...
... SOMNO . Well , Somno , have you inquired at the next door , who lives in the adjoining house ? Som . Yes , sir : an old lady keeps it , Mrs. Decorum ; and a young gentleman , her nephew , lives with her . Sophia . Mrs. Decorum ! My ...
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