King Henry VIII. CoriolanusPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... voice ; and that not past me , but By learned approbation of the judges . If I am Traduc'd by ignorant tongues - which neither know My faculties , nor person , yet will be The chronicles of my doing - let me say , ' Tis but the fate of ...
... voice ; and that not past me , but By learned approbation of the judges . If I am Traduc'd by ignorant tongues - which neither know My faculties , nor person , yet will be The chronicles of my doing - let me say , ' Tis but the fate of ...
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... voice ? And to what end is this ? -Nay , ladies , fear not ; By all the laws of war you are privileg'd . 660 Re - enter Servant . Cham . How now ? what is't ? Serv . A noble troop of strangers ; For 33 For so they seem : they have left ...
... voice ? And to what end is this ? -Nay , ladies , fear not ; By all the laws of war you are privileg'd . 660 Re - enter Servant . Cham . How now ? what is't ? Serv . A noble troop of strangers ; For 33 For so they seem : they have left ...
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... voice of Christendom : Who can be angry now ? what envy reach you ? The Spaniard , ty'd by blood and favour to ... voices : Rome , the nurse of judg . ment , Invited by your noble self , hath sent One general tongue unto us , this ...
... voice of Christendom : Who can be angry now ? what envy reach you ? The Spaniard , ty'd by blood and favour to ... voices : Rome , the nurse of judg . ment , Invited by your noble self , hath sent One general tongue unto us , this ...
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... voice is now Only about her coronation . 670 Wol . There was the weight that pull'd me down . O Cromwell , 680 The king has gone beyond me , all my glories In that one woman I have lost for ever : No sun shall ever usher forth mine ...
... voice is now Only about her coronation . 670 Wol . There was the weight that pull'd me down . O Cromwell , 680 The king has gone beyond me , all my glories In that one woman I have lost for ever : No sun shall ever usher forth mine ...
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... voice goes , madam : For after the stout earl Northumberland Arrested him at York , and brought him forward ( As a man sorely tainted ) to his answer , He fell sick suddenly , and grew so ill , He could not sit his mule . Kath . Alas ...
... voice goes , madam : For after the stout earl Northumberland Arrested him at York , and brought him forward ( As a man sorely tainted ) to his answer , He fell sick suddenly , and grew so ill , He could not sit his mule . Kath . Alas ...
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Anne Antium Aufidius bear Beaumont and Fletcher Ben Jonson beseech blood Buck Buckingham Caius Marcius Cardinal WOLSEY Cham Cominius conscience consul Coriolanus Corioli court Cran Cranmer Crom Cromwell dare duke enemies Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear friends Gard give gods grace hath hear heart heaven Henry VIII Holinshed honour JOHNSON Kath king king's lady Lart LARTIUS lord cardinal Lord Chamberlain lov'd LOVEL madam malice MALONE Marcius mean Menenius mother never noble passage peace play Plutarch poor Pr'ythee pray queen Roman Rome SCENE senate Serv Shakspere shew SICINIUS Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Lovel speak stand STEEVENS sword tell thank thee There's thing thou hast TITUS LARTIUS to't tongue tribunes Trumpets truth unto voices Volsces Volscian VOLUMNIA WARBURTON wife Wolsey word worthy
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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