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Pagina 177
... hast thou heard him At any time speak aught ? Surv . By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Henton . King . What was that Henton ? Surv . 140 He was brought to this Sir , a Chartreux friar , How know'st thou this ? 150 His confessor ; who fed ...
... hast thou heard him At any time speak aught ? Surv . By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Henton . King . What was that Henton ? Surv . 140 He was brought to this Sir , a Chartreux friar , How know'st thou this ? 150 His confessor ; who fed ...
Pagina 242
... thee from me , Crom- well ; I am a poor fall'n man , unworthy now To be thy lord and master : seek the king ... thou hast forced me , Out of thy honest truth , to play the woman . 404. in open , in public . 408. gone beyond me ...
... thee from me , Crom- well ; I am a poor fall'n man , unworthy now To be thy lord and master : seek the king ... thou hast forced me , Out of thy honest truth , to play the woman . 404. in open , in public . 408. gone beyond me ...
Pagina 247
... thee ! [ Looking on the Queen . Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd on . Sir , as I have a soul , she is an angel ; Our king has all the Indies in his arms , And more and richer , when he strains that lady : I cannot blame his ...
... thee ! [ Looking on the Queen . Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd on . Sir , as I have a soul , she is an angel ; Our king has all the Indies in his arms , And more and richer , when he strains that lady : I cannot blame his ...
Pagina 252
... thou hast made me , With thy religious truth and modesty , Now in his ashes honour : peace be with him ! Patience , be near me still ; 59. Ipswich and Oxford ; viz . ' Wolsey's College ' at Ipswich , and Christ Church ( originally ...
... thou hast made me , With thy religious truth and modesty , Now in his ashes honour : peace be with him ! Patience , be near me still ; 59. Ipswich and Oxford ; viz . ' Wolsey's College ' at Ipswich , and Christ Church ( originally ...
Pagina 271
... thou takest me for , I'm sure Thou hast a cruel nature and a bloody . 109. gave me , suggested the suspicion , misgave me . 119. dear respect , profound regard . 120 125. They , i.e. the ' com . mendations . ' 125. bare ; Ff ' base ...
... thou takest me for , I'm sure Thou hast a cruel nature and a bloody . 109. gave me , suggested the suspicion , misgave me . 119. dear respect , profound regard . 120 125. They , i.e. the ' com . mendations . ' 125. bare ; Ff ' base ...
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Pagina 28 - The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil...
Pagina 441 - But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Pagina 101 - God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Pagina 426 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners...
Pagina 437 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
Pagina 218 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Pagina 280 - With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her. Truth shall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her. She shall be lov'd and fear'd: 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 neighbors.
Pagina 243 - 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...
Pagina 234 - s 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.
Pagina 481 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.