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Side 27
... anon . [ Drum and trumpets within : chambers discharged . Wol . What's that ? Cham . Look out there , some of you . [ Exit a Sercant . Wol . What warlike voice ? And to what end is this ? -Nay , ladies KING HENRY VIII . 27.
... anon . [ Drum and trumpets within : chambers discharged . Wol . What's that ? Cham . Look out there , some of you . [ Exit a Sercant . Wol . What warlike voice ? And to what end is this ? -Nay , ladies KING HENRY VIII . 27.
Side 30
... drink to these fair ladies , and a measure To lead them once again ; and then let's dream Who's best in favour . - Let the musick knock it . [ Exeunt , with trumpets . ACT II . SCENE 1 . A STREET . Enter 30 KING HENRY VIII .
... drink to these fair ladies , and a measure To lead them once again ; and then let's dream Who's best in favour . - Let the musick knock it . [ Exeunt , with trumpets . ACT II . SCENE 1 . A STREET . Enter 30 KING HENRY VIII .
Side 49
... Trumpets , sennet , and cornets . Enter two Vergers , with short silver wands ; next them , two Scribes , in the habits of doctors ; after them , the Archbishop of Canterbury alone ; after him , the Bishops of Lin- E coln , Ely ...
... Trumpets , sennet , and cornets . Enter two Vergers , with short silver wands ; next them , two Scribes , in the habits of doctors ; after them , the Archbishop of Canterbury alone ; after him , the Bishops of Lin- E coln , Ely ...
Side 88
... Trumpets . The trumpets sound : stand close , the queen is coming . THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION . A lively flourish of trumpets ; then , enter 1. Two judges . 2. Lord Chancellor , with the purse and mace before him . 3. Choristers ...
... Trumpets . The trumpets sound : stand close , the queen is coming . THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION . A lively flourish of trumpets ; then , enter 1. Two judges . 2. Lord Chancellor , with the purse and mace before him . 3. Choristers ...
Side 90
... trumpets . Enter a third Gentleman . God save you , sir ! Where have you been broiling ? 3 Gent . Among the croud i ' the abbey ; where a finger Could not be wedg'd in more ; and I am stifled With the mere rankness of their joy . 2 Gent ...
... trumpets . Enter a third Gentleman . God save you , sir ! Where have you been broiling ? 3 Gent . Among the croud i ' the abbey ; where a finger Could not be wedg'd in more ; and I am stifled With the mere rankness of their joy . 2 Gent ...
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Side 87 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Side 65 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded...
Side 94 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Side 85 - 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.
Side 12 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then...
Side 82 - 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.
Side 82 - 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.
Side 76 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Side 11 - The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre, Observe degree, priority and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office and custom, in all line of order...
Side 65 - As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue : if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost...