King Henry VIII. CoriolanusPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... , those two lights of men , Met in the vale of Arde . Nor . ' Twixt Guines and Arde : I was then present , saw them salute on horse - back ; Bij 10 Beheld Beheld them , when they lighted , how they clung HENRY VIII. ...
... , those two lights of men , Met in the vale of Arde . Nor . ' Twixt Guines and Arde : I was then present , saw them salute on horse - back ; Bij 10 Beheld Beheld them , when they lighted , how they clung HENRY VIII. ...
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... in censure . When these suns ( For so they phrase ' em ) by their heralds challeng'd The noble spirits to arms , they did perform 40 Beyond Beyond thought's compass ; that former fabulous story , Being 8 A & I. KING HENRY VIII .
... in censure . When these suns ( For so they phrase ' em ) by their heralds challeng'd The noble spirits to arms , they did perform 40 Beyond Beyond thought's compass ; that former fabulous story , Being 8 A & I. KING HENRY VIII .
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... Nor . What , are you chaf'd ? Ask God for temperance ; that's the appliance only , Which your disease requires . Buck . I read in his looks Matter Matter against me ; and his eye revil'd Me , 1-2 AG 1 . KING HENRY VIII .
... Nor . What , are you chaf'd ? Ask God for temperance ; that's the appliance only , Which your disease requires . Buck . I read in his looks Matter Matter against me ; and his eye revil'd Me , 1-2 AG 1 . KING HENRY VIII .
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... yourself ; If with the sap of reason you would quench , Or but allay , the fire of passion . Buck . Sir , I am thankful to you ; and I'll go along 160 170 By By your prescription : -but this top - proud fellow A & I. 13 KING HENRY VIII .
... yourself ; If with the sap of reason you would quench , Or but allay , the fire of passion . Buck . Sir , I am thankful to you ; and I'll go along 160 170 By By your prescription : -but this top - proud fellow A & I. 13 KING HENRY VIII .
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Sida 92 - 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 fall'st, O Cromwell ! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Sida 91 - 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...
Sida 91 - 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...
Sida 88 - 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 forever 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...
Sida 51 - Anne. So much the more Must pity drop upon her. Verily, I swear, '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.
Sida 89 - 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.
Sida 14 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Sida 91 - 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.
Sida 96 - You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into despair! Have the power still To banish your defenders; till, at length, Your...
Sida 89 - 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