The Vale Shakespeare, Volumen9Hacon & Ricketts, 1903 |
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Página xvii
... ( once weak ones ) is Not ours or not allow'd ; what worst , as oft , Hitting a grosser quality , is cried up For our best act . If we shall stand still , In fear our notion will be mock'd or carp'd at , We should take root here where we ...
... ( once weak ones ) is Not ours or not allow'd ; what worst , as oft , Hitting a grosser quality , is cried up For our best act . If we shall stand still , In fear our notion will be mock'd or carp'd at , We should take root here where we ...
Página xviii
... once corrupt , They turn to vicious forms , ten times more ugly Than ever they were fair . This man so complete , Who was enroll'd ' mongst wonders , and when we , Almost with ravish'd list'ning , could not find His hour of speech a ...
... once corrupt , They turn to vicious forms , ten times more ugly Than ever they were fair . This man so complete , Who was enroll'd ' mongst wonders , and when we , Almost with ravish'd list'ning , could not find His hour of speech a ...
Página xxvii
... once more I shower a welcome on ye ; welcome all . ( Hautboys . Enter the King and others , as mas- quers , habited like shepherds , ushered by the Lord Chamberlain . They pass directly before the Cardinal , and gracefully salute him ...
... once more I shower a welcome on ye ; welcome all . ( Hautboys . Enter the King and others , as mas- quers , habited like shepherds , ushered by the Lord Chamberlain . They pass directly before the Cardinal , and gracefully salute him ...
Página xxix
... healths To drink to these fair ladies , and a measure To lead ' em once again ; and then let's dream Who's best in favour . - Let the music knock it . ( Exeunt with trumpets . ) ACT II . SCENE I. Westminster . A street . xxix.
... healths To drink to these fair ladies , and a measure To lead ' em once again ; and then let's dream Who's best in favour . - Let the music knock it . ( Exeunt with trumpets . ) ACT II . SCENE I. Westminster . A street . xxix.
Página xxxiii
... My father's loss , like a most royal prince , Restor❜d me to my honours , and out of ruins Made my name once more noble . Now his son , Henry the Eighth , life , honour , name and all That made me happy , at one stroke has taken xxxiii.
... My father's loss , like a most royal prince , Restor❜d me to my honours , and out of ruins Made my name once more noble . Now his son , Henry the Eighth , life , honour , name and all That made me happy , at one stroke has taken xxxiii.
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
Pasajes populares
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!