Shakespeare's King Henry the Eighth: With Introduction, and Notes Explanatory and Critical ; for Use in Schools and Families

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Ginn & Heath, 1880 - 196 pagini

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Pagina 133 - A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels...
Pagina 32 - 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.
Pagina 41 - 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.
Pagina 131 - Crom. Last, that the Lady Anne, Whom the King hath in secrecy long married, This day was view'd in open, as his Queen, Going to chapel ; and the voice is now Only about her coronation. Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down. O Cromwell, The King has gone beyond me : all my glories In that one woman I have lost for ever.
Pagina 131 - 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 143 - After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Pagina 90 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow7.
Pagina 132 - O my lord! Must I then, leave you? must I needs forego 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.
Pagina 143 - Lofty and sour to them that loved him not; But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.
Pagina 142 - Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass, their virtues We write in water. May it please your highness To hear me speak his good now ? Kath.

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