King Henry VIII. CoriolanusPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... blood . Nor . What , are you chaf'd ? Ask God for temperance ; that's the appliance only , Which your disease requires . Buck . I read in his looks Matter Matter against me ; and his eye revil'd Me , 1-2 AG 1 . KING HENRY VIII .
... blood . Nor . What , are you chaf'd ? Ask God for temperance ; that's the appliance only , Which your disease requires . Buck . I read in his looks Matter Matter against me ; and his eye revil'd Me , 1-2 AG 1 . KING HENRY VIII .
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... blood must cry against ' em . For further life in this world I ne'er hope , Nor will I sue , although the king have mercies More than I dare make faults . me , 89 You few that lov'd And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham , His noble ...
... blood must cry against ' em . For further life in this world I ne'er hope , Nor will I sue , although the king have mercies More than I dare make faults . me , 89 You few that lov'd And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham , His noble ...
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... blood , will make ' em one day groan for't . My noble father , Henry of Buckingham , Who first rais'd head against usurping Richard , Flying for succour to his servant Banister , Being distress'd , was by that wretch betray'd , And ...
... blood , will make ' em one day groan for't . My noble father , Henry of Buckingham , Who first rais'd head against usurping Richard , Flying for succour to his servant Banister , Being distress'd , was by that wretch betray'd , And ...
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... blood and favour to her , Must now confess , if he have any goodness , The trial just and noble . All the clerks , I mean , the learned ones , 300 in christian kingdoms , Have their free voices : Rome , the nurse of judg ment , Invited ...
... blood and favour to her , Must now confess , if he have any goodness , The trial just and noble . All the clerks , I mean , the learned ones , 300 in christian kingdoms , Have their free voices : Rome , the nurse of judg ment , Invited ...
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... blood a jot ; it faints me , To think what follows . The queen is comfortless , and we forgetful In our long absence : Pray , do not deliver What here you have heard , to her . Old L. What do you think me ? 470 480 [ Exeunt . SCENE ...
... blood a jot ; it faints me , To think what follows . The queen is comfortless , and we forgetful In our long absence : Pray , do not deliver What here you have heard , to her . Old L. What do you think me ? 470 480 [ Exeunt . SCENE ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 92 - 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, O Cromwell ! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Seite 91 - 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...
Seite 91 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced 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...
Seite 88 - 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 forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Seite 51 - Anne. So much the more 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.
Seite 89 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Seite 14 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Seite 91 - 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.
Seite 96 - You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into despair! Have the power still To banish your defenders; till, at length, Your...
Seite 89 - 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