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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Side 50
... Patience , be near me still , -Good Cromwell , Cause the musicians play me that said note I nam'd my knell , whilst I sit meditating On that celestial harmony I go to . [ PATIENCE sings . - KATHARINE falls asleep . ] Angels ever bright ...
... Patience , be near me still , -Good Cromwell , Cause the musicians play me that said note I nam'd my knell , whilst I sit meditating On that celestial harmony I go to . [ PATIENCE sings . - KATHARINE falls asleep . ] Angels ever bright ...
Side 51
... Patience , is that letter , I caus'd you write , yet sent away ? Pat . No , madam . [ Presents the letter . Kath . Sir , I most humbly pray you to deliver This to my lord the king . Cap . Most willing , madam . D 2 Kath . In which I ...
... Patience , is that letter , I caus'd you write , yet sent away ? Pat . No , madam . [ Presents the letter . Kath . Sir , I most humbly pray you to deliver This to my lord the king . Cap . Most willing , madam . D 2 Kath . In which I ...
Side 54
... patience to you , and be well contented To make your house our Tower : You a brother of us , It fits we thus proceed , or else no witness Would come against you . Cran . I humbly thank your highness ; [ Kneels . And am right glad to ...
... patience to you , and be well contented To make your house our Tower : You a brother of us , It fits we thus proceed , or else no witness Would come against you . Cran . I humbly thank your highness ; [ Kneels . And am right glad to ...
Side 57
... patience . SCENE III . The Council - chamber . [ Exit CRANMER , The King's chair , raised , in the centre , -the Lord Chan- cellor at the upper end of the table on the left hand , - a seat left void on the right , as for the Archbishop ...
... patience . SCENE III . The Council - chamber . [ Exit CRANMER , The King's chair , raised , in the centre , -the Lord Chan- cellor at the upper end of the table on the left hand , - a seat left void on the right , as for the Archbishop ...
Side 59
... patience , I make as little doubt , as you do conscience In doing daily wrongs . I could say more , But reverence to your calling makes me modest . Gard . My lord , my lord , you are a sectary , That's the plain truth ; your painted ...
... patience , I make as little doubt , as you do conscience In doing daily wrongs . I could say more , But reverence to your calling makes me modest . Gard . My lord , my lord , you are a sectary , That's the plain truth ; your painted ...
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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.