Shakespeare's King Henry the eighth, a historical play, revised by J.P. Kemble; and now first publ. as it is acted at the Theatre Royal in Covent Garden, Bind 226 |
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... bring his plain - song , And have an hour of hearing ; and , by ' r - lady , Held current musick too . Cham . Well said , lord Sands ; Your colt's tooth is not cast yet . Sands . No , my lord ; Nor shall not , while I have a stump ...
... bring his plain - song , And have an hour of hearing ; and , by ' r - lady , Held current musick too . Cham . Well said , lord Sands ; Your colt's tooth is not cast yet . Sands . No , my lord ; Nor shall not , while I have a stump ...
Side 34
... bring my whole cause ' fore his holiness , And to be judg'd by him . She curtsies to the King , and offers to depart . Cam . The queen is obstinate , Stubborn to justice , apt to accuse it , and Disdainful to be try'd by it ; ' tis not ...
... bring my whole cause ' fore his holiness , And to be judg'd by him . She curtsies to the King , and offers to depart . Cam . The queen is obstinate , Stubborn to justice , apt to accuse it , and Disdainful to be try'd by it ; ' tis not ...
Side 37
... brings his physick After his patient's death ; the king already Hath marry'd the fair lady . Sur . But , will the king Digest this letter of the cardinal's ? Suf . No , no.- Cardinal Campeius Is stolen away to Rome ; hath ta'en no leave ...
... brings his physick After his patient's death ; the king already Hath marry'd the fair lady . Sur . But , will the king Digest this letter of the cardinal's ? Suf . No , no.- Cardinal Campeius Is stolen away to Rome ; hath ta'en no leave ...
Side 41
... bring me off again . What's this - To the Pope ? The letter , as I live , with all the business I writ to his holiness . Nay then , farewell ! I've touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And , from that full meridian of my ...
... bring me off again . What's this - To the Pope ? The letter , as I live , with all the business I writ to his holiness . Nay then , farewell ! I've touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And , from that full meridian of my ...
Side 42
... bring my ruin ! Follow your envious courses , men of malice ; You've christian warrant for ' em , and , no doubt , In time will find their fit rewards . - That seal , You ask with such a violence , the king , ( Mine , and your master ...
... bring my ruin ! Follow your envious courses , men of malice ; You've christian warrant for ' em , and , no doubt , In time will find their fit rewards . - That seal , You ask with such a violence , the king , ( Mine , and your master ...
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Shakespeare's King Henry the Eighth, a Historical Play, Revised by J. P ... William Shakespeare Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2013 |
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ANNE BULLEN bear Beseech betwixt bless Bran Buck call'd CAPUCIUS Cardinal CAMPEIUS Cardinal WOLSEY cardinal's Cham commission conscience Council-chamber court Cran CRANMER Crom dare Duchess of NORFOLK duke of Buckingham END OF ACT Enter CROMWELL Enter GUILDFORD Enter LovEL Enter the Keeper Enter the King Exeunt WOLSEY Exit the King fair ladies Farewell favour fear Flourish of Trumpets Gard Gentlemen give glory grace Guil hear heart highness holy honour humble Kath Katharine king hath KING HENRY king's kiss Kneels Lady DENNY leave lord archbishop lord cardinal lord chamberlain lord Sands lordship lov'd madam malice marchioness of Pembroke master noble patience pleasure Pray heaven prayers princes queen rise Rome royal SCENE sent servant Sir HENRY GUILDFORD Sir Thomas Lovel soul speak SUFFOLK SURREY Surv thank thee There's thou Tipstaves truth vex'd
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Side 47 - 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...
Side 47 - 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...
Side 49 - 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.
Side 45 - 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 49 - 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.
Side 63 - 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...
Side 49 - Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other, though unfinished, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
Side 47 - 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!
Side 46 - 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
Side 47 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.