Shakespeare's Henry viii, with notes, examination papers, and plan of preparationW. & R. Chambers, 1884 - 116 pàgines |
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Pàgina 9
... pray you , who , my lord ? 336 35 40 114995 Nor . All this was order'd by the good discretion 50 Of the right reverend Cardinal of York . Buck . The devil speed him ! no man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger . What had he To do ...
... pray you , who , my lord ? 336 35 40 114995 Nor . All this was order'd by the good discretion 50 Of the right reverend Cardinal of York . Buck . The devil speed him ! no man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger . What had he To do ...
Pàgina 12
... Pray , give me favour , sir . This cunning cardinal The articles o ' the combination drew 160 165 As himself pleas'd ; and they were ratified As he cried Thus let be , ' to as much end As give a crutch to the dead : but our count ...
... Pray , give me favour , sir . This cunning cardinal The articles o ' the combination drew 160 165 As himself pleas'd ; and they were ratified As he cried Thus let be , ' to as much end As give a crutch to the dead : but our count ...
Pàgina 16
... prayers did ; and it's come to pass , This tractable obedience is a slave To each incensed will . I would your highness Would give it quick consideration , for There is no primer business . K. Hen . This is against our pleasure . Wol ...
... prayers did ; and it's come to pass , This tractable obedience is a slave To each incensed will . I would your highness Would give it quick consideration , for There is no primer business . K. Hen . This is against our pleasure . Wol ...
Pàgina 17
... pray , look to ' t ; I put it to your care . Wol . [ To the Secretary . ] A word with you . Let there be letters writ to every shire , Of the king's grace and pardon . The griev'd commons Hardly conceive of me : let it be nois'd , That ...
... pray , look to ' t ; I put it to your care . Wol . [ To the Secretary . ] A word with you . Let there be letters writ to every shire , Of the king's grace and pardon . The griev'd commons Hardly conceive of me : let it be nois'd , That ...
Pàgina 21
... pray our monsieurs To think an English courtier may be wise , And never see the Louvre . Lov . They must either , For so run the conditions , leave those remnants Of fool and feather that they got in France , With all their honourable ...
... pray our monsieurs To think an English courtier may be wise , And never see the Louvre . Lov . They must either , For so run the conditions , leave those remnants Of fool and feather that they got in France , With all their honourable ...
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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.