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Strana 141 - To torture you with such unfitting terms (Whoe'er they were) against this royal mansion. What if some part of it hath been reserved To be a prison for nobility, Follows it therefore that it cannot serve To any other use ? Caesar himself, That built the same, within it kept his court, And many kings since him ; the rooms are large, The building stately, and for strength beside It is the safest and the surest hold you have.
Strana 41 - King Edward. King. But how will the Commons take it ? Hobs. Well, God be with good King Henry ! Faith, the Commons will take it as a common thing. Death's an honest man ; for he spares not the King. For as one comes, another's ta'en away ; And seldom comes the better, that's all we say.
Strana 37 - King. Farewell, John Hobs, the honest true tanner ! I see plain men, by observation Of things that alter in the change of times, Do gather knowledge ; and the meanest life Proportion'd with content sufficiency, Is merrier than the mighty state of kings. Enter HOWARD and SELLINGER. How now ? what news bring ye, sirs ? Where's the queen ? How.
Strana 68 - It lies within the compass of my power, To dim their envious eyes, dare seem to lour. But, leaving this our enigmatic talk, Thou must, sweet Jane, repair unto the Court. His tongue entreats, controls the greatest peer : His hand plights love, a royal sceptre holds ; And in his heart he hath confirm'd thy good, Which may not, must not, shall not be withstood. Jane. If you enforce me, I have nought to say ; But wish I had not liv'd to see this day.
Strana 182 - There both of them, round circling his cold grave, And arm in arm, departed from this life. The people, from the love they bear to her And her kind husband, pitying his wrongs, For. ever after mean to call the ditch Shore's Ditch, as in the memory of them.
Strana 40 - Helen ? Hobs. What guests be they ? \Dud. A courtnol ; one Ned, the king's butcher, he says, and his friend too. Hobs. Ned, the king's butcher ? Ha, ha ! the king's butler. Take their horses and walk them, and bid them come near house. Nell, lay the cloth, and clap supper o' th
Strana 67 - ... thou see'st is hurt unto myself: How for thy sake is majesty disrob'd ! Riches made poor and dignity brought low, Only that thou might'st our affection know ! Jane. The more the pity, that, within the sky, The sun that should all other vapours dry, And guide the world with his most glorious light, Is muffled up himself in wilful night. King. The want of thee, fair Cynthia, is the cause. Spread thou thy silver-brightness in the air, And strait the gladsome morning will appear. Jane. I may not...