The Plays of Shakspeare, Svazek 12Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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Strana 17
... thou betray me ? Brak . I beseech your grace to pardon me , and withal Forbear your conference with the noble duke . Clar . We know thy charge , Brakenbury , and will obey . Glo . We are the queen's abjects , and must obey . Brother ...
... thou betray me ? Brak . I beseech your grace to pardon me , and withal Forbear your conference with the noble duke . Clar . We know thy charge , Brakenbury , and will obey . Glo . We are the queen's abjects , and must obey . Brother ...
Strana 20
... Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be't lawful that I invocate thy ghost , To hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughtered son , Stabbed by the selfsame hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in ...
... Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be't lawful that I invocate thy ghost , To hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughtered son , Stabbed by the selfsame hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in ...
Strana 21
... thou , when I command : Advance thy halberd higher than my breast , Or , by Saint Paul , I'll strike thee to my foot ... thou dreadful minister of hell ! Thou hadst but power o'er his mortal body , His soul thou canst not have ...
... thou , when I command : Advance thy halberd higher than my breast , Or , by Saint Paul , I'll strike thee to my foot ... thou dreadful minister of hell ! Thou hadst but power o'er his mortal body , His soul thou canst not have ...
Strana 22
... thou hast made the happy earth thy hell , Filled it with cursing cries and deep exclaims . If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds , Behold this pattern of thy butcheries . O , gentlemen , see , see ! dead Henry's wounds Open their ...
... thou hast made the happy earth thy hell , Filled it with cursing cries and deep exclaims . If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds , Behold this pattern of thy butcheries . O , gentlemen , see , see ! dead Henry's wounds Open their ...
Strana 23
... thou liest : Queen Margaret saw Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood ; The which thou once didst bend against her breast , But that thy brothers beat aside the point . Glo . I was provoked by her slanderous tongue , Which laid ...
... thou liest : Queen Margaret saw Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood ; The which thou once didst bend against her breast , But that thy brothers beat aside the point . Glo . I was provoked by her slanderous tongue , Which laid ...
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Anne Anne Boleyn bear bless blood brother Buck Buckingham Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence conscience Cran Cranmer Crom Cromwell crown curse daughter dead death Dorset doth Duch Duke Duke of NORFOLK Earl of SURREY Edward Eliz Elizabeth Enter Exit eyes fair farewell father fear friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace gracious hand hath haue hear heart Heaven holy honour hope house of Lancaster house of Yorke Kath Katharine King Henry VIII King Richard King's lady live look Lord Cardinal Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings loue LOVELL madam mother Murd murder noble NORFOLK peace pity play poor pray prince Queen RATCLIFF Rich Richmond royal SCENE Shakespeare Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Lovell sorrow soul souldiers speak Stan stand Stanley sweet tell thee There's tongue Tower unto Warwike weep wife Wolsey York
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Strana 140 - 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, where no...
Strana 12 - Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute...
Strana 41 - I passed, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman* which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ?
Strana 136 - 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.
Strana 108 - 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.
Strana 32 - 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.
Strana 138 - 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
Strana 40 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time.
Strana 140 - Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Strana 187 - 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 neighbors.