The Plays of William Shakspeare, Zväzok 6F. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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Strana 11
... blood . 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 against me ; and his eye revil'd Me , as his abject object : at this instant He ...
... blood . 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 against me ; and his eye revil'd Me , as his abject object : at this instant He ...
Strana 32
... blood must cry against them : For further life in this world I ne'er hope , Nor will I sue , although the king have mercies More than I dare make faults . You few that lov'd me , And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham , His noble ...
... blood must cry against them : For further life in this world I ne'er hope , Nor will I sue , although the king have mercies More than I dare make faults . You few that lov'd me , And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham , His noble ...
Strana 33
... blood will make them one day groan for't . My noble father , Henry of Buckingham , Who first rais'd head against usurping Richard , Flying for succour to his servant Banister , ( 1 ) Close . Being distress'd , was by that wretch betray ...
... blood will make them one day groan for't . My noble father , Henry of Buckingham , Who first rais'd head against usurping Richard , Flying for succour to his servant Banister , ( 1 ) Close . Being distress'd , was by that wretch betray ...
Strana 39
... blood and favour to her , Must now confess , if they have any goodness , The trial just and noble . All the clerks , I mean , the learned ones , in Christian kingdoms , Have their free voices ; Rome , the nurse of judg- ment , Invited ...
... blood and favour to her , Must now confess , if they have any goodness , The trial just and noble . All the clerks , I mean , the learned ones , in Christian kingdoms , Have their free voices ; Rome , the nurse of judg- ment , Invited ...
Strana 44
... blood a jot ; it faints me , To think what follows . The queen is comfortless , and we forgetful In our long absence : Pray , do not deliver What here you have heard , to her . Old L. What do you think me ? [ Exeunt . SCENE IV - A Hall ...
... blood a jot ; it faints me , To think what follows . The queen is comfortless , and we forgetful In our long absence : Pray , do not deliver What here you have heard , to her . Old L. What do you think me ? [ Exeunt . SCENE IV - A Hall ...
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Strana 73 - 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 yej I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes
Strana 75 - 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: then if thou fall'st, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Strana 105 - 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.
Strana 75 - 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 miss'd it.
Strana 68 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Strana 128 - Amidst the other ; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander...
Strana 75 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd 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...
Strana 76 - 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.
Strana 72 - 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.
Strana 171 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand ; And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, — That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and...