The Life of King Henry VIII.Cassell & Company, 1908 - 189 sider |
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Side 37
... you , my lord , I shall perish I am sorry To see you ta'en from liberty , to look on The business present . ' Tis his highness ' pleasure , You shall to the Tower . Buck . It will 37 ACT ONE SCENE ONE King Henry VIII.
... you , my lord , I shall perish I am sorry To see you ta'en from liberty , to look on The business present . ' Tis his highness ' pleasure , You shall to the Tower . Buck . It will 37 ACT ONE SCENE ONE King Henry VIII.
Side 43
... highness Would give it quick consideration ; for There is no primer business . K. Hen . This is against our pleasure . Wol . By my life , And for me , I have no further gone in this , than by A single voice , and that not passed me but ...
... highness Would give it quick consideration ; for There is no primer business . K. Hen . This is against our pleasure . Wol . By my life , And for me , I have no further gone in this , than by A single voice , and that not passed me but ...
Side 46
... highness , note This dangerous conception in this point . Not friended by his wish , to your high person His will is most malignant ; and it stretches Beyond you , to your friends . Q. Kath . Deliver all with charity . K. Hen . My ...
... highness , note This dangerous conception in this point . Not friended by his wish , to your high person His will is most malignant ; and it stretches Beyond you , to your friends . Q. Kath . Deliver all with charity . K. Hen . My ...
Side 47
... highness sped to France , The Duke being at the Rose , within the parish Saint Lawrence Poultney , did of me demand What was the speech among the Londoners Concerning the French journey ? I replied , Men feared the French would prove ...
... highness sped to France , The Duke being at the Rose , within the parish Saint Lawrence Poultney , did of me demand What was the speech among the Londoners Concerning the French journey ? I replied , Men feared the French would prove ...
Side 48
... There's mischief in this man . - Canst thou say further ? Surv . I can , my liege . K. Hen . Surv . Proceed . Being at Greenwich , After your highness had reproved the Duke About Sir William 48 ACT ONE SCENE TWO King Henry VIII.
... There's mischief in this man . - Canst thou say further ? Surv . I can , my liege . K. Hen . Surv . Proceed . Being at Greenwich , After your highness had reproved the Duke About Sir William 48 ACT ONE SCENE TWO King Henry VIII.
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Side 124 - 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.
Side 97 - em, if thou canst : leave working. SONG. Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Side 128 - 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...
Side 139 - 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. Grif. Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass ; their virtues We write in water.
Side 175 - This royal infant, (heaven still move about her !) Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Which time shall bring to ripeness: She shall be (But few now living can behold that goodness,) A pattern to all princes living with her, And all that shall succeed...
Side 127 - 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.
Side 128 - The image of his Maker, hope to win by it? 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...
Side 140 - 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.
Side 124 - 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.
Side 125 - 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.