Shakespeare's King Henry the eighth, a historical play, revised by J.P. Kemble; and now first publ. as it is acted at the Theatre Royal in Covent Garden, Volum 226 |
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Pàgina 10
... heart of it , Thanks you for this great care : I stood i ' the level Of a full - charg'd confederacy ; and give thanks Το you that chok'd it.- [ The King and WOLSEY sit . ] Let be call'd before us That gentleman of Buckingham's : in ...
... heart of it , Thanks you for this great care : I stood i ' the level Of a full - charg'd confederacy ; and give thanks Το you that chok'd it.- [ The King and WOLSEY sit . ] Let be call'd before us That gentleman of Buckingham's : in ...
Pàgina 11
... heart Of all their loyalties : wherein , although , My good lord cardinal , they vent reproaches Most bitterly on you , as putter - on Of these exactions , yet the king our master , ( Whose honour heaven shield from soil ! ) even he ...
... heart Of all their loyalties : wherein , although , My good lord cardinal , they vent reproaches Most bitterly on you , as putter - on Of these exactions , yet the king our master , ( Whose honour heaven shield from soil ! ) even he ...
Pàgina 12
... hearts freeze Allegiance in them ; their curses now , Live where their prayers did . I would , your highness Would give it quick consideration . King . By my life , This is against our pleasure . Wol . And for me , I have no further ...
... hearts freeze Allegiance in them ; their curses now , Live where their prayers did . I would , your highness Would give it quick consideration . King . By my life , This is against our pleasure . Wol . And for me , I have no further ...
Pàgina 22
... heart , - I were unmannerly , to take you out , [ To ANNE BULLen . And not to kiss you . - A health , gentlemen , Let it go round . Wol . Sir Thomas Lovel , is the banquet ready I ' the privy chamber ? Lov . Yes , my lord . Wol . Your ...
... heart , - I were unmannerly , to take you out , [ To ANNE BULLen . And not to kiss you . - A health , gentlemen , Let it go round . Wol . Sir Thomas Lovel , is the banquet ready I ' the privy chamber ? Lov . Yes , my lord . Wol . Your ...
Pàgina 23
... heart Were hid against me , now to forgive me frankly . Buck . Sir Thomas Lovel , I as free forgive you , As I would be forgiven . Commend me to his grace ; And if he speak of Buckingham , ' pray , tell him , You met him half in heaven ...
... heart Were hid against me , now to forgive me frankly . Buck . Sir Thomas Lovel , I as free forgive you , As I would be forgiven . Commend me to his grace ; And if he speak of Buckingham , ' pray , tell him , You met him half in heaven ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
ANNE BULLEN bear Beseech betwixt bless Bran Buck call'd CAPUCIUS Cardinal CAMPEIUS Cardinal WOLSEY cardinal's Cham commission conscience Council-chamber court Cran CRANMER Crom dare Duchess of NORFOLK duke of Buckingham END OF ACT Enter CROMWELL Enter GUILDFORD Enter LovEL Enter the Keeper Enter the King Exeunt WOLSEY Exit the King fair ladies Farewell favour fear Flourish of Trumpets Gard Gentlemen give glory grace Guil hear heart highness holy honour humble Kath Katharine king hath KING HENRY king's kiss Kneels Lady DENNY leave lord archbishop lord cardinal lord chamberlain lord Sands lordship lov'd madam malice marchioness of Pembroke master noble patience pleasure Pray heaven prayers princes queen rise Rome royal SCENE sent servant Sir HENRY GUILDFORD Sir Thomas Lovel soul speak SUFFOLK SURREY Surv thank thee There's thou Tipstaves truth vex'd
Passatges populars
Pàgina 47 - A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels...
Pàgina 47 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble...
Pàgina 49 - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading; Lofty, and sour, to them that lov"d him not; But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer: And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely.
Pàgina 45 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Pàgina 49 - Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass, their virtues We write in water. May it please your highness To hear me speak his good now ? Kath.
Pàgina 63 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows with her : In her days every man shall eat in safety, Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours...
Pàgina 49 - Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other, though unfinished, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
Pàgina 47 - Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues; be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, 0 Cromwell!
Pàgina 46 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
Pàgina 47 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.