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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21 This night to meet here , they could do no less , Out of the great respect they
bear to beauty , But leave their flocks ; and , under your fair conduct , Crave leave
to view these ladies , and entreat An hour of revels with them . Wol . Say , lord ...
21 This night to meet here , they could do no less , Out of the great respect they
bear to beauty , But leave their flocks ; and , under your fair conduct , Crave leave
to view these ladies , and entreat An hour of revels with them . Wol . Say , lord ...
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O my lord , Would it not grieve an able man , to leave So sweet a bedfellow ? But
, conscience , conscience , O , ' t is a tender place , and I must leave her . [ Exeunt
Wolsey , the King , and Campeius . modeste persons brother . . SCENE III .
O my lord , Would it not grieve an able man , to leave So sweet a bedfellow ? But
, conscience , conscience , O , ' t is a tender place , and I must leave her . [ Exeunt
Wolsey , the King , and Campeius . modeste persons brother . . SCENE III .
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Cardinal Campeius Is stolen away to Rome ; hath ta ' en no leave ; Has left the
cause o ' the king unhandled ; and Is posted , as the agent of our cardinal , To
second all his plot . I do assure you , The king cry ' d , ha ! at this . Nor . But , my
lord ...
Cardinal Campeius Is stolen away to Rome ; hath ta ' en no leave ; Has left the
cause o ' the king unhandled ; and Is posted , as the agent of our cardinal , To
second all his plot . I do assure you , The king cry ' d , ha ! at this . Nor . But , my
lord ...
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Then , that you ' ve sent innumerable substance , ( By what means got , I leave to
your own conscience , ) To surnish Rome , and to prepare the ways You have for
dignities .Many more there are ; Which , since they are of you , and odious , I ...
Then , that you ' ve sent innumerable substance , ( By what means got , I leave to
your own conscience , ) To surnish Rome , and to prepare the ways You have for
dignities .Many more there are ; Which , since they are of you , and odious , I ...
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O my lord , Must I then leave you ? must I needs forego So good , no 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
...
O my lord , Must I then leave you ? must I needs forego So good , no 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
...
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| Назва | 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 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, William Shakespeare |
| Автор | William Shakespeare |
| Редактор | John Philip Kemble |
| Опубліковано | 1804 |
| Оригінал із | Оксфордський університет |
| Оцифровано | 14 вер. 2007 |
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