What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Alarum Anne arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse dead death doth Duch duke of York earl Edward Eliz enemies England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fight folio France friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace gracious hand hath head hear heart heaven Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Kath King Henry king's lady leave live lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings lord protector madam majesty Margaret Mess Murd ne'er never noble peace pity Plantagenet pray prince Pucelle quartos queen Reignier Rich Richard Plantagenet royal Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE shame soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue Tower traitor uncle unto Warwick words
Page 425 - 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 425 - O, how wretched 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 425 - 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.
Page 427 - 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, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st, a blessed martyr.
Page 286 - Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Page 427 - 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, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ,• A sure and safe one, though thy...
Page 265 - 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 11 - Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky, And with them scourge the bad revolting stars That have consented unto Henry's death!
Page 206 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.