Henry VIII. Two noble kinsmen...by...Mr John Fletcher and Mr. William ShakespeareHarper & 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 150 - 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 neighbours.
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 175 - They have tied me to a stake ; I cannot fly, But, bear-like, I must fight the course. — What's he, That was not born of woman ? Such a one Am I to fear, or none. Enter young SIWARD.
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.
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 150 - Nor shall this peace sleep with her : but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new create another heir As great in admiration as herself : So shall she leave her blessedness to one, When Heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness.
الصفحة 150 - This royal infant, — heaven still move about her! — Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Which time shall bring to ripeness. She shall be (But few now living can behold that goodness) A pattern to all princes living with her, And all that shall succeed...