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Pagina 58
... Pray God , I say , I prove a needless coward ! What , shall we toward the Tower ? the day is spent . Hast . Come , come , have with you . - Wott you what , my lord ? * Cross . + Know . To day , the lords you talk of are beheaded 58 ...
... Pray God , I say , I prove a needless coward ! What , shall we toward the Tower ? the day is spent . Hast . Come , come , have with you . - Wott you what , my lord ? * Cross . + Know . To day , the lords you talk of are beheaded 58 ...
Pagina 63
... pray you all , tell me what they deserve , That do conspire my death with devilish plots Of damned witchcraft ; and that have prevail'd Upon my body with their hellish charms ? Hast . The tender love I bear your grace , my lord , Makes ...
... pray you all , tell me what they deserve , That do conspire my death with devilish plots Of damned witchcraft ; and that have prevail'd Upon my body with their hellish charms ? Hast . The tender love I bear your grace , my lord , Makes ...
Pagina 77
... pray you , by your leave , How doth the prince , and my young son of York ? Brak . Right well , dear madam : By your pa- tience , I may not suffer you to visit them ; The king hath strictly charg'd the contrary . Q. Eliz . The king ...
... pray you , by your leave , How doth the prince , and my young son of York ? Brak . Right well , dear madam : By your pa- tience , I may not suffer you to visit them ; The king hath strictly charg'd the contrary . Q. Eliz . The king ...
Pagina 89
... pray , To have him suddenly convey'd from hence : - Cancel his bond of life , dear God , I pray , That I may live to say , the dog is dead ! Q. Eliz . O , thou didst prophecy , the time would come , That I should wish for thee to help ...
... pray , To have him suddenly convey'd from hence : - Cancel his bond of life , dear God , I pray , That I may live to say , the dog is dead ! Q. Eliz . O , thou didst prophecy , the time would come , That I should wish for thee to help ...
Pagina 111
... pray for thee ; Good angels guard thy battle ! Live , and flourish ! The Ghosts of Rivers , Grey , and Vaughan , rise .. Riv . Let me sit heavy on thy soul to - morrow , [ To King Richard . Rivers , that died at Pomfret ! Despair , and ...
... pray for thee ; Good angels guard thy battle ! Live , and flourish ! The Ghosts of Rivers , Grey , and Vaughan , rise .. Riv . Let me sit heavy on thy soul to - morrow , [ To King Richard . Rivers , that died at Pomfret ! Despair , and ...
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Pagina 189 - 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; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pagina 3 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous lookingglass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion.
Pagina 191 - 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 he heard of — say, I taught thee...
Pagina 244 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad. But when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds! Frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate, The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture!
Pagina 188 - 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.
Pagina 29 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise I trembling wak'd ; and for a season after Could not believe but that I was in hell : Such terrible impression made my dream.
Pagina 191 - I taught thee— Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in— A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Pagina 244 - Amidst the other ; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander...
Pagina 191 - 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, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pagina 189 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.