Shakespeare's Henry viii, with notes, examination papers, and plan of preparationW. & R. Chambers, 1884 - 116 pàgines |
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Pàgina 74
... Cran . [ Kneeling . ] 105 I humbly thank your highness ; 110 And am right glad to catch this good occasion Most throughly to be winnow'd , where my chaff And corn shall fly asunder : for , I know , There's none stands under more ...
... Cran . [ Kneeling . ] 105 I humbly thank your highness ; 110 And am right glad to catch this good occasion Most throughly to be winnow'd , where my chaff And corn shall fly asunder : for , I know , There's none stands under more ...
Pàgina 76
... Cran . Why ? Yes , my lord ; 5 D. Keep . Your grace must wait till you be call'd for . Cran . Enter DOCTOR BUTTS . So. ' Tis Butts , [ Exit BUTTS . 10 For certain , Butts . [ Aside . ] This is a piece of malice . I am glad I came this ...
... Cran . Why ? Yes , my lord ; 5 D. Keep . Your grace must wait till you be call'd for . Cran . Enter DOCTOR BUTTS . So. ' Tis Butts , [ Exit BUTTS . 10 For certain , Butts . [ Aside . ] This is a piece of malice . I am glad I came this ...
Pàgina 78
... Cran . My good lords , hitherto , in all the progress Both of my life and office , I have labour'd , And with no little study , that my teaching And the strong course of my authority Might go one way , and safely ; and the end Was ever ...
... Cran . My good lords , hitherto , in all the progress Both of my life and office , I have labour'd , And with no little study , that my teaching And the strong course of my authority Might go one way , and safely ; and the end Was ever ...
Pàgina 79
... Cran . Is there no other way of mercy , But I must needs to the Tower , my lords ? Gar . What other Would you expect ? you are strangely troublesome . Let some o ' the guard be ready there . Cran . 120 125 Enter Guard . For me ? Receive ...
... Cran . Is there no other way of mercy , But I must needs to the Tower , my lords ? Gar . What other Would you expect ? you are strangely troublesome . Let some o ' the guard be ready there . Cran . 120 125 Enter Guard . For me ? Receive ...
Pàgina 81
... Cran . The greatest monarch now alive may glory In such an honour : how may I deserve it , That am a poor and humble subject to you ? 195 K. Hen . Come , come , my lord , you'd spare your spoons : you shall have Two noble partners with ...
... Cran . The greatest monarch now alive may glory In such an honour : how may I deserve it , That am a poor and humble subject to you ? 195 K. Hen . Come , come , my lord , you'd spare your spoons : you shall have Two noble partners with ...
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Abbott observes archbishop Archbishop of Canterbury bear Bishop bless Buckingham Butts CAMPEIUS Canterbury Cardinal Wolsey cardinal's Cham conscience court Courtenay Cran Cranmer Crom Cromwell dare divorce Duchess Duke of Norfolk Duke of Suffolk Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit fair father favour fear follows give grace Grif Griffith hath hear heart heaven Henry VI Henry VIII highness Holinshed holy honest honour Johnson explains Kath Katharine king king's lady leave lord cardinal Lord Chamberlain Lord Sands lov'd madam malice Malone Marchioness of Pembroke marriage means never noble notes passage pity play Polydore Virgil porringer pray present scene princes pronounced queen Richard Richard III Rome royal Second Gent servant Shakespeare Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak stand Steevens Surrey thee There's Third Gent thou truth verb Viscount Rochford witness Wolsey's woman word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 61 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced 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 59 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Pàgina 85 - She shall be lov'd and fear'd: 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. God shall be truly known, and those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Pàgina 67 - 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 85 - Her ashes new create another heir, As great in admiration as herself; So shall she leave her blessedness to one, (When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness,) Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, And so stand fix'd...
Pàgina 66 - So went to bed : where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still ; and, three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold should be his last,) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
Pàgina 59 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Pàgina 66 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Pàgina 61 - 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, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Pàgina 44 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.