The Famous History of the Life of King Henry the Eighth: A Historical PlayNassau Steam Press, 1892 - 69 sivua |
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... Buck . An untimely ague Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber , when Those suns of glory , those two lights of men , Met in the vale of Andren . Then you lost Nor . The view of earthly glory : men might say , Till this time pomp was single ...
... Buck . An untimely ague Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber , when Those suns of glory , those two lights of men , Met in the vale of Andren . Then you lost Nor . The view of earthly glory : men might say , Till this time pomp was single ...
Sivu 10
... Buck . Who did guide , I mean , who set the body and the limbs Of this great sport together , as you guess ? Nor . All this was order'd by the good discretion Of the right - reverend Cardinal of York . Buck . The devil speed him ! no ...
... Buck . Who did guide , I mean , who set the body and the limbs Of this great sport together , as you guess ? Nor . All this was order'd by the good discretion Of the right - reverend Cardinal of York . Buck . The devil speed him ! no ...
Sivu 11
... Buck- ingham Shall lessen this big look . [ Exeunt WOLSEY and train . Buck . This butcher's cur is venom - mouth'd , and I Have not the power to muzzle him . I read in's looks Matter against me ; and his eye revil'd Me as his abject ...
... Buck- ingham Shall lessen this big look . [ Exeunt WOLSEY and train . Buck . This butcher's cur is venom - mouth'd , and I Have not the power to muzzle him . I read in's looks Matter against me ; and his eye revil'd Me as his abject ...
Sivu 12
... Buck . To the king I'll say't , and make my vouch as strong As shore of rock . [ Exeunt . SCENE 2. - Outside the Palace . Enter the DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM and the DUKE OF NORFOLK . Buck . TTEND - This holy fox A Or wolf , or both , for he ...
... Buck . To the king I'll say't , and make my vouch as strong As shore of rock . [ Exeunt . SCENE 2. - Outside the Palace . Enter the DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM and the DUKE OF NORFOLK . Buck . TTEND - This holy fox A Or wolf , or both , for he ...
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... Buck . Sir , Lo , you , my lord , The net has fall'n upon me ! I shall perish Under device and practice . Bran . I am sorry To see you ta'en from liberty : ' Tis his highness ' pleasure You shall to the Tower . Buck . It will help me ...
... Buck . Sir , Lo , you , my lord , The net has fall'n upon me ! I shall perish Under device and practice . Bran . I am sorry To see you ta'en from liberty : ' Tis his highness ' pleasure You shall to the Tower . Buck . It will help me ...
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ANNE BULLEN bear Bishops blessings Bran Buck CARDINAL WOLSEY Cardinal's Cham charity comfort commission conscience counsel court Cran Cranmer Crom Cromwell dare Duke of Buckingham DUKE OF NORFOLK Enter WOLSEY Exeunt Exit fair ladies fall'n Farewell father favour fear fellow Flourish forgive friends garland Gent gentle Gentlemen give grace Grif Griffith Hawes Craven hear heart heaven HENRY IRVING highness holiness honour Kath Katharine Queen king hath KING HENRY VIII king's kiss leave lord Cardinal LORD CHAMBERLAIN Lord Sands lordship lov'd madam malice Marchioness of Pembroke merry noble NORFOLK and SUFFOLK Palace at Bridewell Patience peace pleasure pray princes Prithee Queen Katharine reverend Rome SCENE 1.-The servant SIR HENRY GUILDFORD Sir Thomas Lovell sorrow soul speak Surv surveyor sweet tell thank thee There's thou tongue Trumpets truth unmannerly wench WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE woman
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Sivu 63 - I' the presence He would say untruths; and be ever double, Both in his words and meaning. He was never, But where he meant to ruin, pitiful: His promises were, as he then was, mighty; But his performance, as he is now, nothing. Of his own body he was ill, and gave The clergy ill example. '•'•-/. Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass ; their virtues We write in water.
Sivu 64 - 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.
Sivu 57 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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.
Sivu 35 - Must pity drop upon her. Verily, I swear, '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 sorrow.
Sivu 64 - 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.
Sivu 64 - Ipswich, and Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Sivu 69 - 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.
Sivu 58 - Crom. The heaviest and the worst, Is your displeasure with the king. Wol. ' God bless him ! Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chosen Lord Chancellor in your place. Wol. That's somewhat sudden : But he's a learned man. May he continue Long in his highness...
Sivu 59 - 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.
Sivu 11 - Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: We may outrun, By violent swiftness, that which we run at, And lose by over-running.