Shakespeare's History of King Henry the EighthHarper, 1881 - 210 pages |
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Abergavenny Anne Bullen Archbishop bear better Bishop Bishop of Winchester bless Campeius Canterbury Capucius CARDINAL WOLSEY cardinal's Cavendish chamber Chancellor character Collars of SS Collier's conscience corrector counsel court Cranmer Cromwell dare Duke of Norfolk Duke of Suffolk Earl of Surrey edition editors England English Enter Exeunt favour fear folio reading follows friends Gentleman give grace Griffith hath hear heart heaven Henry VIII highness Holinshed holy honour Johnson Katherine's King Henry king's leave lord cardinal Lord Chamberlain Lord Sands madam malice Marchioness of Pembroke marriage master mean mind never noble Old Lady opinion peace pity pleasure pray prince Queen Katherine quoth reverend Rolfe Rolfe's royal scene sent servant Shakespeare Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak Steevens Surveyor Temp thank thee There's thou truth unto virtue wife Wolsey Wolsey's woman word
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Page 117 - 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, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 115 - 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 126 - 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 190 - Well, well, Master Kingston," quoth he, "I see the matter against me how it is framed; but if I had served God as diligently as I have done the king, he would not have given me over in my grey hairs.
Page 114 - 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 52 - Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: We may outrun, By violent swiftness, that which we run at, And lose by over-running.
Page 114 - 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 for ever 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...
Page 116 - 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, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory...
Page 117 - 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 serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 125 - 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.