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Pàgina 3
I Come no more to make you laugh ; things now That bear a weighty and a ferious brow , Sad , high , and working , full of ftate and woe , Such noble fcenes , as draw the eye to flow , We shall prefent . Thofe that can pity , here May ...
I Come no more to make you laugh ; things now That bear a weighty and a ferious brow , Sad , high , and working , full of ftate and woe , Such noble fcenes , as draw the eye to flow , We shall prefent . Thofe that can pity , here May ...
Pàgina 5
Twixt Guynes and Arde : I was then prefent , faw ' em falute on horfe - back , Beheld ' em when they lighted , how they clung In their embracement , as they grew together ; Which had they , what four thron'd ones could have weigh'd ...
Twixt Guynes and Arde : I was then prefent , faw ' em falute on horfe - back , Beheld ' em when they lighted , how they clung In their embracement , as they grew together ; Which had they , what four thron'd ones could have weigh'd ...
Pàgina 6
The two Kings Equal in luftre , were now beft , now worst , As prefence did prefent them ; him in eye , Still him in praife ; and being present both , ' Twas faid they faw but one , and no difcerner Durft wag his tongue in cenfure .
The two Kings Equal in luftre , were now beft , now worst , As prefence did prefent them ; him in eye , Still him in praife ; and being present both , ' Twas faid they faw but one , and no difcerner Durft wag his tongue in cenfure .
Pàgina 12
I am forry To fee you ta'en from liberty , to look on The bufinefs prefent . ' Tis his Highness pleasure You fhall to th ' Tower . Buck . It will help me nothing To plead mine innocence ; for that dye is on me , Which makes my whit'ft ...
I am forry To fee you ta'en from liberty , to look on The bufinefs prefent . ' Tis his Highness pleasure You fhall to th ' Tower . Buck . It will help me nothing To plead mine innocence ; for that dye is on me , Which makes my whit'ft ...
Pàgina 19
There's his period , To heath his knife in us : he is attach'd , Call him to prefent tryal ; if he may Find mercy in the law , ' tis his ; if none , Let him not feek't of us : by day and night He's traitor to the height .
There's his period , To heath his knife in us : he is attach'd , Call him to prefent tryal ; if he may Find mercy in the law , ' tis his ; if none , Let him not feek't of us : by day and night He's traitor to the height .
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 68 - 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, where no...
Pàgina 66 - 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, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have : And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pàgina 72 - 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 66 - 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. The king has...
Pàgina 68 - 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.
Pàgina 68 - 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...
Pàgina 94 - His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations ; he shall flourish, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches To all the plains about him ; our children's children Shall see this and bless heaven.
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | The Life of Henry VIII. |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | J. Tonson: and sold, 1732 |
| Original de | Universitat d’Oxford |
| Digitalitzat el | 3 Jul. 2007 |
| Nre. de pàgines | 95 pàgines |
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