The Life of Henry the EighthMacmillan, 1912 - 168 pagini |
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Pagina 119
... Cran . [ Aside . ] I am fearful ; wherefore frowns he thus ? ' Tis his aspect of terror . All's not well . King . How now , my lord ! you do desire to know Cran . Wherefore I sent for you . [ Kneeling . ] It is my duty To attend your ...
... Cran . [ Aside . ] I am fearful ; wherefore frowns he thus ? ' Tis his aspect of terror . All's not well . King . How now , my lord ! you do desire to know Cran . Wherefore I sent for you . [ Kneeling . ] It is my duty To attend your ...
Pagina 120
... Cran . Have mov'd us and our council , that you shall 100 This morning come before us ; where , I know , You cannot with such freedom purge yourself But that , till further trial in those charges Which will require your answer , you ...
... Cran . Have mov'd us and our council , that you shall 100 This morning come before us ; where , I know , You cannot with such freedom purge yourself But that , till further trial in those charges Which will require your answer , you ...
Pagina 121
William Shakespeare Charles Graham Dunlap. Cran . Thy truth and thy integrity is rooted In us , thy friend . Give me thy hand , stand up ; Prithee , let's walk ... Cran . 135 You are potently oppos'd , and with Sc . I 121 Henry the Eighth.
William Shakespeare Charles Graham Dunlap. Cran . Thy truth and thy integrity is rooted In us , thy friend . Give me thy hand , stand up ; Prithee , let's walk ... Cran . 135 You are potently oppos'd , and with Sc . I 121 Henry the Eighth.
Pagina 122
William Shakespeare Charles Graham Dunlap. Cran . 135 You are potently oppos'd , and with a malice Of as great size . Ween you of better luck , I mean , in perjur'd witness , than your Master , Whose minister you are , whiles here He liv ...
William Shakespeare Charles Graham Dunlap. Cran . 135 You are potently oppos'd , and with a malice Of as great size . Ween you of better luck , I mean , in perjur'd witness , than your Master , Whose minister you are , whiles here He liv ...
Pagina 124
... Cran . Why ? Yes , my lord ; 5 Keep . Your Grace must wait till you be call'd for . Cran . Enter Doctor Butts . So. Butts . [ Aside . ] This is a piece of malice . I am glad I came this way so happily ; the King Shall understand it ...
... Cran . Why ? Yes , my lord ; 5 Keep . Your Grace must wait till you be call'd for . Cran . Enter Doctor Butts . So. Butts . [ Aside . ] This is a piece of malice . I am glad I came this way so happily ; the King Shall understand it ...
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Anne Bullen Archbishop Archbishop of Canterbury bear Bishop bless Buck Canterbury Cardinal Campeius Cardinal Wolsey Cardinal's Cham conscience coronation council-chamber court Cran Cranmer Crom Cromwell dare divorce Duchess Duke of Buckingham Duke of Norfolk Duke of Suffolk Enter Exeunt Exit fair Farewell favour fear Fletcher Gent gentleman give Grace Grif Griffith hand hath hear heart Heaven Henry the Eighth Henry VIII Highness Holinshed Holinshed's holy honest honour Kath Katherine King King's lady leave Lord Cardinal Lord Chamberlain Lord Sandys lordship lov'd madam malice master never noble peace Ph.D pity pleasure pray princes Prithee Professor of Eng Professor of English Queen Katharine reign reverend royal scene Shakespeare Shakspere Sir Henry Guildford Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak Surv thank thee There's thou tongue truth virtue WILLIAM ALLAN NEILSON Wolsey woman
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Pagina 131 - 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.
Pagina 87 - 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...
Pagina 97 - 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.
Pagina 84 - 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.
Pagina 87 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd 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...
Pagina 98 - 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.
Pagina 98 - 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...
Pagina 131 - 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...
Pagina 86 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
Pagina 84 - 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 : Act III, Sc. ii] And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.