Shakespeare's Works, المجلد 19Harper & brothers, 1884 |
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Anne Bullen Arcite beauty Buckingham Campeius cardinal Cardinal Wolsey character Chaucer conscience corrected by Seward Countryman court cousin Cranmer Creon Cromwell dare death duke Duke of Norfolk early eds edition Emilia Enter Exeunt eyes fair farewell favour fear Fletcher folio reading follows friends Gaoler Gaoler's Daughter Gentleman Gerrold give grace Griffith hand hath hear heart heaven Henry VIII Hickson Hippolyta Holinshed honour Johnson Katherine's King Henry king's Knight lady Lord Chamberlain lov'd Lovell Macb madam maid means mind never Noble Kinsmen Norfolk old eds Palamon passage Pirithous pity play pray prince prison quarto Queen Katherine quotes remarks scene Shakespeare Shakspere Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Lovell soul Spalding speak stand Suffolk Surrey sweet tell Temp Thebes thee Theo Theseus thing thou truth unto wench Winter's Tale Wolsey woman Wooer word
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الصفحة 117 - 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 mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
الصفحة 114 - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
الصفحة 125 - From his cradle 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...
الصفحة 117 - 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.
الصفحة 117 - 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...
الصفحة 96 - 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.
الصفحة 114 - 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.
الصفحة 126 - After my death I wish no other herald,. 'No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
الصفحة 190 - Well, well, Master Kingston," quoth he, "I see the matter against me how it is framed; but if I had served God as diligently as I have done the king, he would not have given me over in my grey hairs.
الصفحة 116 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord ; The king shall have my service, but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.