What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
Alarum Anne arms art thou bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade call'd Cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Crown curse dead death Dorset dost doth Duke of Gloucester Duke of York Earl Edward Elean England Enter King Ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes farewel father flain foul France friends gentle give Gloucester Grace gracious Gray hand hath head hear heart heav'n honour house of Lancaster House of York Jack Cade King Henry King's lady leave lise live look Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings Lord Stanley Madam Majesty murther never noble peace pity poor pray Prince Queen Rich Richard Richmond royal SCENE changes shalt sirst soldiers Somerset sorrow soul Sovereign speak Stanley Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thoufand tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick words
Page 370 - 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 371 - 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 204 - I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, And yet to win her, — all the world to nothing ! Ha!
Page 133 - ... methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the...
Page 370 - 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 217 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Page 193 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Page 373 - 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...