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“Thy hand cometh to slay Britannicus, thy brother. I foresee thy blows will soon hit thy mother,” plate 7 from Physionomies Tragico-Classiques
Honoré Victorin Daumier
- Date
- published April 6, 1841
- Medium
- Lithograph in black on cream wove paper, with text added in another hand and letterpress verso
- Culture
- France
- Department
- Prints and Drawings
- Institution
- Art Institute of Chicago
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