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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... thou heard him At any time speak aught ? Surv . He was brought to this By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins , His confessor ; who fed him every minute With words of sovereignty . King . How know'st thou this ? Surv . There is , says ...
... thou heard him At any time speak aught ? Surv . He was brought to this By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins , His confessor ; who fed him every minute With words of sovereignty . King . How know'st thou this ? Surv . There is , says ...
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... thou say fur- ther ? Surv . I can , my liege . King . Proceed . Surv . Being at Greenwich , After your highness had reprov'd the duke About sir William Blomer , - King . I remember Of such a time : -Being my sworn servant , The duke ...
... thou say fur- ther ? Surv . I can , my liege . King . Proceed . Surv . Being at Greenwich , After your highness had reprov'd the duke About sir William Blomer , - King . I remember Of such a time : -Being my sworn servant , The duke ...
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... Thou art a cure fit for a king . - You're welcome , Most learned reverend sir , into our kingdom ; Use us , and it : -My good lord , have great care I be not found a talker . Wol . Sir , you cannot . I would your grace would give us but ...
... Thou art a cure fit for a king . - You're welcome , Most learned reverend sir , into our kingdom ; Use us , and it : -My good lord , have great care I be not found a talker . Wol . Sir , you cannot . I would your grace would give us but ...
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... Thou art , alone , The queen of earthly queens : -She's noble born And , like her true nobility , she has Carry'd herself towards me . Wol . Most gracious sir , In humblest manner I require your highness , That it shall please you to ...
... Thou art , alone , The queen of earthly queens : -She's noble born And , like her true nobility , she has Carry'd herself towards me . Wol . Most gracious sir , In humblest manner I require your highness , That it shall please you to ...
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... Thou ' rt a proud traitor , priest . Wol . Proud lord , thou licst : - Within these forty hours , Surrey durst better Have burnt that tongue , than said so . Sur . Thy ambition , Thou scarlet sin , robb'd this bewailing land Of noble ...
... Thou ' rt a proud traitor , priest . Wol . Proud lord , thou licst : - Within these forty hours , Surrey durst better Have burnt that tongue , than said so . Sur . Thy ambition , Thou scarlet sin , robb'd this bewailing land Of noble ...
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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.