The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Volume 6C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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Pagina 2
... Spirits , which appear to her ; Scribes , Officers , Guards , and other Attendants . SCENE - chiefly in London and Westminster : once , at Kimbolton . KING HENRY VIII . PROLOGUE . I COME no more PERSONS REPRESENTED. ...
... Spirits , which appear to her ; Scribes , Officers , Guards , and other Attendants . SCENE - chiefly in London and Westminster : once , at Kimbolton . KING HENRY VIII . PROLOGUE . I COME no more PERSONS REPRESENTED. ...
Pagina 13
... once weak ones , is Not ours , or not allow'd ; what worst , as oft , Hitting a grosser quality , is cried up For our best act . If we shall stand still , In fear , our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at , We should take root here where ...
... once weak ones , is Not ours , or not allow'd ; what worst , as oft , Hitting a grosser quality , is cried up For our best act . If we shall stand still , In fear , our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at , We should take root here where ...
Pagina 14
... once cor- rupt , They turn to vicious forms , ten times more ugly Than ever they were fair . This man so complete , Who was enroll'd ' mongst wonders , and when we , Almost with ravish'd list'ning , could not find His hour of speech a ...
... once cor- rupt , They turn to vicious forms , ten times more ugly Than ever they were fair . This man so complete , Who was enroll'd ' mongst wonders , and when we , Almost with ravish'd list'ning , could not find His hour of speech a ...
Pagina 22
... once more , I shower a welcome on you ; -Welcome all . Hautboys . Enter the King , and twelve Others , as Maskers , habited like Shepherds , with sixteen Torchbearers : ushered by the Lord Chamberlain . They pass directly before the ...
... once more , I shower a welcome on you ; -Welcome all . Hautboys . Enter the King , and twelve Others , as Maskers , habited like Shepherds , with sixteen Torchbearers : ushered by the Lord Chamberlain . They pass directly before the ...
Pagina 23
... fair ladies , and a meas ure To lead them once again ; and then let's dream Who's best in favour . - Let the musick knock it . [ Exeunt , with trumpets . ACT II . SCENE I. A Street . Enter two SC . IV . 23 KING HENRY VIII . Wol. ...
... fair ladies , and a meas ure To lead them once again ; and then let's dream Who's best in favour . - Let the musick knock it . [ Exeunt , with trumpets . ACT II . SCENE I. A Street . Enter two SC . IV . 23 KING HENRY VIII . Wol. ...
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Pagina 56 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Pagina 64 - He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Pagina 58 - 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; Say, 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...
Pagina 65 - The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Pagina 56 - There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pagina 103 - Force should be right — or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Pagina 58 - 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.
Pagina 58 - 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...
Pagina 349 - O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Pagina 140 - Take the instant way; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast; keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give...