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Anne Bullen Antechamber bear Beseech betwixt bless Bran Buck call'd Capucius Cardinal Campeius Cardinal Wolsey cardinal's Cham commission conscience Council-chamber court Cran Cranmer Crom dare duke of Buckingham Enter Cromwell Enter Guildford Enter Lovel Enter the Keeper Exeunt Exit Cromwell Exit the King fair ladies Farewell father favour fear Flourish of Trumpets Gard Gentlemen give glad glory grace Guil hand hear heart Henry king highness holy honour humble Kath Katharine king hath KING HENRY king's kiss Kneels Lady Denny leave lord archbishop lord cardinal lord chamberlain lord Sands lordship lov'd madam malice marchioness of Pembroke master noble Norfolk patience pleasure poor Pray heaven princes queen rise Rome royal SCENE sent servant Sir Henry Guildford Sir Thomas Lovel soul speak Suffolk Surrey Surv thank thee There's thou Tipstaves truth vex'd Wolsey
第 47 頁 - A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels...
第 49 頁 - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading; Lofty, and sour, to them that lov"d him not; But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer: And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely.
第 45 頁 - 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.
第 49 頁 - Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass, their virtues We write in water. May it please your highness To hear me speak his good now ? Kath.
第 63 頁 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows with her : In her days every man shall eat in safety, Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours...
第 49 頁 - Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other, though unfinished, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
第 47 頁 - 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!
第 46 頁 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
第 47 頁 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.