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Anne arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford conscience Crown dead death Dorset doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Earl Edward Elean enemies England Enter King Ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes farewel father fear fight foul France friends gentle give Gloucester Grace gracious hand hath head hear heart heav'n honour House of Lancaster House of York Jack Cade King Henry King's lady leave live look Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings Madam Majesty means never noble Norfolk peace pity pray Prince Queen Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet Richmond royal shame Sir Thomas Lovell Somerset soul speak stand Stanl Stanley Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee Theobald thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor unto Warburton Warwick wife words
الصفحة 454 - 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...
الصفحة 451 - 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.
الصفحة 453 - 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 ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
الصفحة 228 - Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, . I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
الصفحة 154 - To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run...
الصفحة 172 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
الصفحة 415 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
الصفحة 256 - 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...
الصفحة 79 - Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,— ALL God save your majesty! CADE I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.