Shakspere's Werke, herausg. und erklärt von N. Delius. [With] Nachträge und Berichtigungen, Volume 4 |
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We mourn in black : why mourn we not in blood ? ? Henry is dead , and never
shall revive . Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And death ' s dishonourable
victory We with our stately presence glorify , Like captives bound to a triumphant
car .
We mourn in black : why mourn we not in blood ? ? Henry is dead , and never
shall revive . Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And death ' s dishonourable
victory We with our stately presence glorify , Like captives bound to a triumphant
car .
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Cardinal , I ' ll be no breaker of the law ; But we shall meet , and break our minds
at large . Win . Gloster , we ' ll meet , to thy dear 20 cost , be sure : Thy heart -
blood I will have for this day ' s work . May . I ' ll call for clubs , 21 if you will not
away ...
Cardinal , I ' ll be no breaker of the law ; But we shall meet , and break our minds
at large . Win . Gloster , we ' ll meet , to thy dear 20 cost , be sure : Thy heart -
blood I will have for this day ' s work . May . I ' ll call for clubs , 21 if you will not
away ...
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... I ' ll conjure thee : Blood will I draw on thee , 1 thou art a witch , And straightway
give thy soul to him thou serv ' st . Puc . Come , come ; ' t is only I that must
disgrace thee . Tal . Heavens , can you suffer hell so to prevail ? My breast I ' ll
burst ...
... I ' ll conjure thee : Blood will I draw on thee , 1 thou art a witch , And straightway
give thy soul to him thou serv ' st . Puc . Come , come ; ' t is only I that must
disgrace thee . Tal . Heavens , can you suffer hell so to prevail ? My breast I ' ll
burst ...
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Now have I paid my vow unto his soul ; 1 For every drop of blood was drawn from
him , There hath at least five Frenchmen died to - night . And that hereafter ages
may behold What ruin happen ' d in revenge of him , 7 ) platform = Entwurf ...
Now have I paid my vow unto his soul ; 1 For every drop of blood was drawn from
him , There hath at least five Frenchmen died to - night . And that hereafter ages
may behold What ruin happen ' d in revenge of him , 7 ) platform = Entwurf ...
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Marry , for that she ' s in a wrong belief , I go to certify her , Talbot ' s here . Re -
enter Porter , with keys . Count . If thou be he , then art thou prisoner . Tal .
Prisoner ! to whom ? Count . To me , blood - thirsty lord ; And for that cause I train
' d thee ...
Marry , for that she ' s in a wrong belief , I go to certify her , Talbot ' s here . Re -
enter Porter , with keys . Count . If thou be he , then art thou prisoner . Tal .
Prisoner ! to whom ? Count . To me , blood - thirsty lord ; And for that cause I train
' d thee ...
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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.