Shakespeare's History of King Henry the EighthAmerican Book Company, 1899 - 217 Seiten |
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... Griffith , on whose arm she leaned , observed that she was called : " On , on , " quoth she ; " it maketh no matter , for it is no indifferent court for me , there- fore I will not tarry . Go on your ways . " † King Henry's own ...
... Griffith , on whose arm she leaned , observed that she was called : " On , on , " quoth she ; " it maketh no matter , for it is no indifferent court for me , there- fore I will not tarry . Go on your ways . " † King Henry's own ...
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... Griffith . During the last eighteen months of her life she resided at Kimbolton . Her nephew , Charles V. , had offered her an asylum and princely treatment ; but Katherine , broken in heart and declining in health , was un- willing to ...
... Griffith . During the last eighteen months of her life she resided at Kimbolton . Her nephew , Charles V. , had offered her an asylum and princely treatment ; but Katherine , broken in heart and declining in health , was un- willing to ...
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... Griffith gives of Wolsey's death less Shakespearian ; and the candour with which Queen Katherine listens to the praise of " him whom I most hated living , " adds the last graceful finishing to her character . [ From Knight's Comments on ...
... Griffith gives of Wolsey's death less Shakespearian ; and the candour with which Queen Katherine listens to the praise of " him whom I most hated living , " adds the last graceful finishing to her character . [ From Knight's Comments on ...
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... GRIFFITH , Gentleman Usher to Queen Katherine . Three other Gentlemen . Garter King at Arms . Doctor BUTTS , Physician to the King Surveyor to the Duke of Buckingham BRANDON , and a Sergeant at Arms . Door - keeper of the Council ...
... GRIFFITH , Gentleman Usher to Queen Katherine . Three other Gentlemen . Garter King at Arms . Doctor BUTTS , Physician to the King Surveyor to the Duke of Buckingham BRANDON , and a Sergeant at Arms . Door - keeper of the Council ...
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... Griffith . Madam , you are call'd back . Queen Katherine . What need you note it ? pray you , keep your way ; When you are call'd , return .-- Now the Lord help ! They vex me past my patience . — Pray you , pass on , I will not tarry ...
... Griffith . Madam , you are call'd back . Queen Katherine . What need you note it ? pray you , keep your way ; When you are call'd , return .-- Now the Lord help ! They vex me past my patience . — Pray you , pass on , I will not tarry ...
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Abergavenny Adee Anne Bullen Archbishop Archbishop of Canterbury bear Bishop bless Campeius Canterbury Capucius Cardinal Wolsey cardinal's Cavendish Chancellor character Coll Collars of SS conscience coronation counsel court Cranmer Cromwell dare death divorce Duke of Buckingham Duke of Norfolk Duke of Suffolk Earl of Surrey edition England Enter Exeunt farewell favour fear folio reading follows friends Gentleman give grace Griffith hand hath hear heart heaven Henry VIII highness Holinshed holy honour Johnson Katherine's King Henry king's leave letter lord cardinal Lord Chamberlain Lord Sands madam malice Marchioness of Pembroke marriage master mean mind never noble Old Lady peace person pity play pleasure pray prince Queen Katherine quoth royal scene sent servant Shakespeare Shakspere Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak Steevens Surveyor Temp thank thee thou tongue truth unto Whole wife Wolsey's woman word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 96 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. 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.
Seite 117 - 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, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Seite 114 - 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.
Seite 125 - From his cradle He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer...
Seite 116 - So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service ; but my prayers, For ever and for ever, shall be yours.
Seite 117 - 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 serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Seite 150 - Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror That were the servants to this chosen infant, Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him : Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations...
Seite 45 - I COME no more to make you laugh ; things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow. Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.
Seite 114 - 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.
Seite 117 - 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!