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Anne appear bear better blood brother called Cardinal Cath cause comes common correction course Court crown dare desire doubt Duke Earl England English Enter Exeunt eyes face fair fall father fear field follows force France French friends Gent give Grace hand hath head hear heart Heaven Henry Highness Holinshed honour keep King King's lady leave live look Lord Majesty master means mind nature never night noble old text once original pass passage peace person Pist Pistol play Poet poor pray present princes probably Queen reads royal SCENE second folio seems sense sent Shakespeare soldier soul speak stand sword tell thank thee thing Thomas thou thought true truth unto Wolsey
Page 245 - 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.
Page 50 - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Page 19 - 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...
Page 94 - This story shall the good man teach his son : And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world. But we in it shall be...
Page 246 - 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.
Page 258 - After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions,-" To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Page 245 - Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 258 - Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Page 9 - Hear him but reason in divinity, And, all-admiring, with an inward wish You would desire the king were made a prelate : Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs, You would say it hath been...