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, Volumen226 |
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... Rise . Queen . Nay , we must longer kneel ; I am a suitor . King . Arise , and take your place by us : -Half your suit Never name to us ; you have half our power : The other moiety , ere you ask , is given ; Repeat your will , and take ...
... Rise . Queen . Nay , we must longer kneel ; I am a suitor . King . Arise , and take your place by us : -Half your suit Never name to us ; you have half our power : The other moiety , ere you ask , is given ; Repeat your will , and take ...
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... rise . — WOLSEY takes his state . Wol . You are welcome , my fair guests ; that noble lady , Or gentleman , that is not freely merry , Is not my friend : This , to confirm my welcome ; And to you all good health . Drinks . - All sit ...
... rise . — WOLSEY takes his state . Wol . You are welcome , my fair guests ; that noble lady , Or gentleman , that is not freely merry , Is not my friend : This , to confirm my welcome ; And to you all good health . Drinks . - All sit ...
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... rise . Wol . What's that ? - Look out there , some of you . What warlike voice ? [ Exit CROMWELL . And to what end is this ? -Nay , ladies , fear not ; By all the laws of war you are privileg'd . Enter CROMWELL . How now ? what is ' t ...
... rise . Wol . What's that ? - Look out there , some of you . What warlike voice ? [ Exit CROMWELL . And to what end is this ? -Nay , ladies , fear not ; By all the laws of war you are privileg'd . Enter CROMWELL . How now ? what is ' t ...
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... rise , and bow . You hold a fair assembly ; you do well , lord : You are a churchman , or , I'll tell I should judge now unhappily . Wol . I am glad , Your grace is grown so pleasant . King . My lord chamberlain , - What fair lady's ...
... rise , and bow . You hold a fair assembly ; you do well , lord : You are a churchman , or , I'll tell I should judge now unhappily . Wol . I am glad , Your grace is grown so pleasant . King . My lord chamberlain , - What fair lady's ...
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... rise , he was so virtuous , Kept him a foreign man still : which so griev'd him , That he ran mad , and died . Wol . Heav'n's peace be with him ! That's christian care enough : for living murmurers , There's places of rebuke . He was a ...
... rise , he was so virtuous , Kept him a foreign man still : which so griev'd him , That he ran mad , and died . Wol . Heav'n's peace be with him ! That's christian care enough : for living murmurers , There's places of rebuke . He was a ...
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Shakespeare's King Henry the Eighth, a Historical Play, Revised by J. P ... William Shakespeare Sin vista previa disponible - 2013 |
Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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
Página 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.