Shakespeare's King Henry the eighth, a historical play, revised by J.P. Kemble; and now first publ. as it is acted at the Theatre Royal in Covent Garden, Том 226 |
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Сторінка 23
I have this day receiv ' d a traitor ' s judgement , And by that name must die ; Yet
heaven bear witness , And , if I have a conscience , let it sink me , Even as the
axe falls , if I be not faithful ! The law I bear no malice for my death , ' T has done ...
I have this day receiv ' d a traitor ' s judgement , And by that name must die ; Yet
heaven bear witness , And , if I have a conscience , let it sink me , Even as the
axe falls , if I be not faithful ! The law I bear no malice for my death , ' T has done ...
Сторінка 41
O negligence , Fit for a fool to fall by ! What cross devil Made me put this main
secret in the packet I sent the king ? Is there no way to cure this ? No new device
to beat this from his brains ? I know , ' t will stir him strongly ; Yet I know A way , if
it ...
O negligence , Fit for a fool to fall by ! What cross devil Made me put this main
secret in the packet I sent the king ? Is there no way to cure this ? No new device
to beat this from his brains ? I know , ' t will stir him strongly ; Yet I know A way , if
it ...
Сторінка 45
Thas his roof all surely And , when he thinks , good easy man ! full surely His
greatness is a ripening , - - nips his root , And then he falls , as I do . I have ventur
' d , Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders , These many summers in a sea
of ...
Thas his roof all surely And , when he thinks , good easy man ! full surely His
greatness is a ripening , - - nips his root , And then he falls , as I do . I have ventur
' d , Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders , These many summers in a sea
of ...
Сторінка 47
Mark but my fall , and that that ruin ' d me . 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 ' t ? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Știll in
...
Mark but my fall , and that that ruin ' d me . 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 ' t ? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Știll in
...
Сторінка 52
In which I have commended to his goodness The model of our chaste loves , his
young daughter ;The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her ! Beseeching
him , to give her virtuous breeding ; And a little To love her for her mother ' s sake
...
In which I have commended to his goodness The model of our chaste loves , his
young daughter ;The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her ! Beseeching
him , to give her virtuous breeding ; And a little To love her for her mother ' s sake
...
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Сторінка 47 - A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels...
Сторінка 47 - 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...
Сторінка 49 - 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: And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely.
Сторінка 45 - 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.
Сторінка 49 - Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass, their virtues We write in water. May it please your highness To hear me speak his good now ? Kath.
Сторінка 63 - Her own shall bless her: 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...
Сторінка 49 - Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other, though unfinished, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
Сторінка 47 - 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!
Сторінка 46 - 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
Сторінка 47 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : '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 served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.