King Henry VIII. CoriolanusPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... thank your grace : How have you Healthful ; and ever since a fresh admirer Of what I saw there . Buck . Ąn untimely ague Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber , when Those sons of glory , those two lights of men , Met in the vale of Arde ...
... thank your grace : How have you Healthful ; and ever since a fresh admirer Of what I saw there . Buck . Ąn untimely ague Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber , when Those sons of glory , those two lights of men , Met in the vale of Arde ...
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... Thanks you for this great care : I stood i ' the level Of a full - charg'd confederacy ; and give thanks 270 To you that chok'd it . - Let be call'd before us That gentleman of Buckingham's : in person I'll hear him his confessions ...
... Thanks you for this great care : I stood i ' the level Of a full - charg'd confederacy ; and give thanks 270 To you that chok'd it . - Let be call'd before us That gentleman of Buckingham's : in person I'll hear him his confessions ...
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... Thank your majesty . That you would love yourself ; and , in that love , Not unconsider'd leave your honour , nor The dignity of your office , is the point Of my petition . King . Lady mine , proceed . Queen . I am solicited , not by a ...
... Thank your majesty . That you would love yourself ; and , in that love , Not unconsider'd leave your honour , nor The dignity of your office , is the point Of my petition . King . Lady mine , proceed . Queen . I am solicited , not by a ...
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... thank your lordship . - By your leave , sweet la- dies : If I chance to talk a little wild , forgive me ; I had it from my father . Anne . Was he mad , sir ? [ Sits . Sands . O , very mad , exceeding mad , in love too : But he would ...
... thank your lordship . - By your leave , sweet la- dies : If I chance to talk a little wild , forgive me ; I had it from my father . Anne . Was he mad , sir ? [ Sits . Sands . O , very mad , exceeding mad , in love too : But he would ...
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... thanks , And save me so much talking . Wol . My lord Sands , I am beholden to you : cheer your neighbours . Ladies , you are not merry ; -Gentlemen , Whose fault is this ? Sands . The red wine first must rise 640 In their fair cheeks ...
... thanks , And save me so much talking . Wol . My lord Sands , I am beholden to you : cheer your neighbours . Ladies , you are not merry ; -Gentlemen , Whose fault is this ? Sands . The red wine first must rise 640 In their fair cheeks ...
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Antium apostle spoons Aufidius bear Beaumont and Fletcher Ben Jonson beseech blood Buck Buckingham Caius Marcius Cardinal WOLSEY Cham Cominius conscience consul Coriolanus Corioli court Cran Cranmer Crom Cromwell dare duke enemies Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear friends Gard give gods grace hath hear heart heaven Holinshed honour JOHNSON Kath king king's lady Lart LARTIUS lord cardinal Lord Chamberlain lov'd LOVEL madam malice MALONE Marcius mean Menenius mother never noble old copy passage peace play Plutarch poor Pr'ythee pray queen Roman Rome SCENE senate Serv Shakspere shew SICINIUS Sir Thomas Sir THOMAS LOVEL speak stand STEEVENS sword tell thank thee There's thing thou hast TITUS LARTIUS to't tongue tribunes truth unto voices Volsces Volscian VOLUMNIA WARBURTON wife Wolsey word worthy
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Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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