The Vale Shakespeare, Volumen9Hacon & Ricketts, 1903 |
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... SANDS . SIR HENRY GUILDFORD . SIR THOMAS LOVELL . SIR ANTHONY DENNY . SIR NICHOLAS VAUX . Secretaries to Wolsey . CROMWELL , Servant to Wolsey . GRIFFITH , Gentleman - Usher to Queen Katharine . Three Gentlemen . DOCTOR BUTTS ...
... SANDS . SIR HENRY GUILDFORD . SIR THOMAS LOVELL . SIR ANTHONY DENNY . SIR NICHOLAS VAUX . Secretaries to Wolsey . CROMWELL , Servant to Wolsey . GRIFFITH , Gentleman - Usher to Queen Katharine . Three Gentlemen . DOCTOR BUTTS ...
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... Sands . CHAMBERLAIN . Is ' t possible the spells of France should juggle Men into such strange mysteries ? SANDS . New customs , Though they be never so ridiculous , Nay , let ' em be unmanly , yet are follow'd . CHAMBERLAIN . As far as ...
... Sands . CHAMBERLAIN . Is ' t possible the spells of France should juggle Men into such strange mysteries ? SANDS . New customs , Though they be never so ridiculous , Nay , let ' em be unmanly , yet are follow'd . CHAMBERLAIN . As far as ...
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... SANDS . They have all new legs , and lame ones : one would take it , That never saw ' em pace before , the spavin Or springhalt reign'd among ' em . CHAMBERLAIN . Death ! my lord , Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too , That ...
... SANDS . They have all new legs , and lame ones : one would take it , That never saw ' em pace before , the spavin Or springhalt reign'd among ' em . CHAMBERLAIN . Death ! my lord , Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too , That ...
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... SANDS . ' Tis time to give ' em physic , their diseases Are grown so catching . CHAMBERLAIN . Will have of these trim vanities ! LOVELL . What a loss our ladies Ay , marry , There will be woe indeed , lords : the sly whoresons Have got ...
... SANDS . ' Tis time to give ' em physic , their diseases Are grown so catching . CHAMBERLAIN . Will have of these trim vanities ! LOVELL . What a loss our ladies Ay , marry , There will be woe indeed , lords : the sly whoresons Have got ...
Página xxiv
... Sands , & Sir Thomas Lovell . ) Oh , my lord , you're tardy : The very thought of this fair company Clapp'd wings to me . CHAMBERLAIN . SANDS . You are young , Sir Harry Guildford . Sir Thomas Lovell , had the cardinal But half my lay ...
... Sands , & Sir Thomas Lovell . ) Oh , my lord , you're tardy : The very thought of this fair company Clapp'd wings to me . CHAMBERLAIN . SANDS . You are young , Sir Harry Guildford . Sir Thomas Lovell , had the cardinal But half my lay ...
Términos y frases comunes
ABERGAVENNY Anne Bullen Archbishop of Canterbury bear beseech Bishop bless bold BRANDON BUTTS call'd CAPUCIUS Cardinal Wolsey cardinal's CHANCELLOR conscience counsel court CRANMER CROMWELL dare Denny Duchess of Norfolk Duke of Buckingham Duke of Norfolk Duke of Suffolk Earl of Surrey Enter King Exeunt Exit fair fall Farewell father favour fear fellow gentle give grace GRIFFITH hand hast hath hear heart heaven Henry highness holy honest honour king's leave live lord cardinal Lord Chamberlain Lord Sands lordship lov'd madam malice Marchioness of Pembroke master ne'er never noble OLD LADY patience peace pity pleasure poor PORTER pray prayers princes Prithee QUEEN KATHARINE reverend Rome royal SCENE SECOND GENTLEMAN sent servant Sir Henry Guildford Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak stand SURVEYOR tell thank thee There's THIRD GENTLEMAN thou tongue trumpets truth virtue Winchester WOLSEY woman
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Página lxxii - 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; how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?
Página v - I COME no more to make you laugh ; things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow. Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.
Página lxxix - 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 lxxii - 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 serv'd my God with half the zeal* I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Página lxx - 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.
Página lxxix - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer...
Página lxix - 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 lxxix - So went to bed : where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still ; and, three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold should be his last,) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
Página lii - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Página lxxii - 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, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!