The Life of Henry the EighthMacmillan, 1912 - 168 pagini |
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Pagina 20
... fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at , We should take root here where we sit , or sit State - statues only . Things done well , 80 85 90 And with a care , exempt themselves from fear ; Things done without example , in their issue ...
... fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at , We should take root here where we sit , or sit State - statues only . Things done well , 80 85 90 And with a care , exempt themselves from fear ; Things done without example , in their issue ...
Pagina 23
... fear the French would prove perfidious , To the King's danger . Presently the Duke Said , ' twas the fear , indeed ; and that he doubted " Twould prove the verity of certain words Spoke by a holy monk , " that oft , " says he , " Hath ...
... fear the French would prove perfidious , To the King's danger . Presently the Duke Said , ' twas the fear , indeed ; and that he doubted " Twould prove the verity of certain words Spoke by a holy monk , " that oft , " says he , " Hath ...
Pagina 33
... fear not ; By all the laws of war you're privileg'd . 51 Re - enter Servant . Cham . How now ! what is't ? Serv . A noble troop of strangers , For so they seem . landed , They've left their barge and And hither make as great ambassadors ...
... fear not ; By all the laws of war you're privileg'd . 51 Re - enter Servant . Cham . How now ! what is't ? Serv . A noble troop of strangers , For so they seem . landed , They've left their barge and And hither make as great ambassadors ...
Pagina 36
... fear , with dancing is a little heated . King . I fear , too much . Wol . There's fresher air , my lord , Sweet partner , In the next chamber . King . Lead in your ladies , every one . I must not yet forsake you ; let's be merry . Good ...
... fear , with dancing is a little heated . King . I fear , too much . Wol . There's fresher air , my lord , Sweet partner , In the next chamber . King . Lead in your ladies , every one . I must not yet forsake you ; let's be merry . Good ...
Pagina 43
... fear , too many curses on That were the authors . 2. Gent . their heads If the Duke be guiltless , ' Tis full of woe ; yet I can give you inkling Of an ensuing evil , if it fall , Greater than this . 1. Gent . 140 Good angels keep it ...
... fear , too many curses on That were the authors . 2. Gent . their heads If the Duke be guiltless , ' Tis full of woe ; yet I can give you inkling Of an ensuing evil , if it fall , Greater than this . 1. Gent . 140 Good angels keep 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.