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Virtue he had , deserving to command : His brandish ' d sword did blind men with
his beams ; 7 His arms spread wider than a dragon ' s wings ; ? His sparkling
eyes , replete with wrathful fire , More dazzled and drove back his enemies , Than
...
Virtue he had , deserving to command : His brandish ' d sword did blind men with
his beams ; 7 His arms spread wider than a dragon ' s wings ; ? His sparkling
eyes , replete with wrathful fire , More dazzled and drove back his enemies , Than
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Instead of gold , we ' ll offer up our arms , Since arms avail not , now that Henry ' s
dead . Posterity , await for wretched years , When at their mothers ' moist eyes
babes shall suck , 12 Our isle be made a nourish 13 of salt tears , And none but ...
Instead of gold , we ' ll offer up our arms , Since arms avail not , now that Henry ' s
dead . Posterity , await for wretched years , When at their mothers ' moist eyes
babes shall suck , 12 Our isle be made a nourish 13 of salt tears , And none but ...
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Let not sloth dim your honours new - begot : Cropp ' d are the flower - de - luces
in your arms ; Of England ' s coat one half is cut away . 19 Exe . Were our tears
wanting to this funeral , These tidings would call forth her 20 flowing tides . Bed .
Let not sloth dim your honours new - begot : Cropp ' d are the flower - de - luces
in your arms ; Of England ' s coat one half is cut away . 19 Exe . Were our tears
wanting to this funeral , These tidings would call forth her 20 flowing tides . Bed .
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26 The French exclaim ' d , The devil was in arms ; All the whole army stood agaz
' d 27 on him . His soldiers , spying his undaunted spirit , A Talbot ! A Talbot !
cried out amain , And rush ' d into the bowels of the battle . 28 Here had the ...
26 The French exclaim ' d , The devil was in arms ; All the whole army stood agaz
' d 27 on him . His soldiers , spying his undaunted spirit , A Talbot ! A Talbot !
cried out amain , And rush ' d into the bowels of the battle . 28 Here had the ...
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I think , by some odd gimmors , 11 or device , Their arms are set like clocks still to
strike on ; Else ne ' er could they hold out so , as they do . By my consent , we ' ll e
' en let them alone . Alen . Be it so . Enter the Bastard of Orleans . Bast . Where ...
I think , by some odd gimmors , 11 or device , Their arms are set like clocks still to
strike on ; Else ne ' er could they hold out so , as they do . By my consent , we ' ll e
' en let them alone . Alen . Be it so . Enter the Bastard of Orleans . Bast . Where ...
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Page 87 - 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 90 - 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 87 - 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 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 89 - 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...
Page 20 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable, That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Page 68 - 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. Everything 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.
Page 88 - 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 i - The king's players had a new play, called All is True, representing some principal pieces of the reign of Henry the Eighth, which was set forth with many extraordinary circumstances of pomp and majesty, even to the matting of the stage ; the knights of the order, with their Georges and Garter, the guards with their embroidered coats and the like ; sufficient, in truth, within a while to make greatness very familiar, if not ridiculous.
Page xi - I am as sorry as if the original fault had been my fault, because myself have seen his demeanour no less civil than he excellent in the quality he professes: besides, divers of worship have reported his uprightness of dealing which argues his honesty, and his facetious grace in writing, that approves his art.
Page 87 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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 for ever hide me.
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| Title | Shakspere's Werke, herausg. und erklärt von N. Delius. [With] Nachträge und Berichtigungen, Volume 4 Shakspere's Werke, herausg. und erklärt von N. Delius. [With] Nachträge und Berichtigungen, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Nicolaus Delius |
| Published | 1858 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 12 Sep 2007 |
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