Shakespeare's History of King Henry the EighthAmerican Book Company, 1899 - 217 Seiten |
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... dare to say , my lords , that for her womanhood , wisdom , nobility , and gentleness , never prince had such another wife , and therefore if I would wil- lingly change her I were not wise , " is thus beautifully para phrased by ...
... dare to say , my lords , that for her womanhood , wisdom , nobility , and gentleness , never prince had such another wife , and therefore if I would wil- lingly change her I were not wise , " is thus beautifully para phrased by ...
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... dare say , without vain - glory ) Never yet branded with suspicion ? Have I with all my full affections Still met the king ? lov'd him next heaven ? obey'd him ? Been , out of fondness , superstitious to him ? Almost forgot my prayers ...
... dare say , without vain - glory ) Never yet branded with suspicion ? Have I with all my full affections Still met the king ? lov'd him next heaven ? obey'd him ? Been , out of fondness , superstitious to him ? Almost forgot my prayers ...
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... dare make faults . You few that lov'd me , And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham , His noble friends and fellows , whom to leave Is only bitter to him only dying , Go with me , like good angels , to my end ; And , as the long divorce ...
... dare make faults . You few that lov'd me , And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham , His noble friends and fellows , whom to leave Is only bitter to him only dying , Go with me , like good angels , to my end ; And , as the long divorce ...
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... dare Look into these affairs see this main end , — The French king's sister . Heaven will one day open The king's eyes , that so long have slept upon This bold bad man . Suffolk . And free us from his slavery . Norfolk . We had need ...
... dare Look into these affairs see this main end , — The French king's sister . Heaven will one day open The king's eyes , that so long have slept upon This bold bad man . Suffolk . And free us from his slavery . Norfolk . We had need ...
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... dare you thrust yourselves Into my private meditations ? Who am I ? ha ! Norfolk . A gracious king , that pardons all offences Malice ne'er meant ; our breach of duty this way Is business of estate , in which we come To know your royal ...
... dare you thrust yourselves Into my private meditations ? Who am I ? ha ! Norfolk . A gracious king , that pardons all offences Malice ne'er meant ; our breach of duty this way Is business of estate , in which we come To know your royal ...
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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
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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!