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Henry VIII
[I, 1] |
Duke of Buckingham |
91 |
I pray you, who, my lord?
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Henry VIII
[I, 1] |
Duke of Norfolk |
194 |
Stay, my lord,
And let your reason with your choler question
What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills
Requires slow pace at first: anger is like
A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way,
Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England
Can advise me like you: be to yourself
As you would to your friend.
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3 |
Henry VIII
[I, 1] |
Sergeant |
273 |
Sir,
My lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl
Of Hereford, Stafford, and Northampton, I
Arrest thee of high treason, in the name
Of our most sovereign king.
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4 |
Henry VIII
[I, 1] |
Duke of Buckingham |
278 |
Lo, you, my lord,
The net has fall'n upon me! I shall perish
Under device and practise.
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5 |
Henry VIII
[I, 1] |
Duke of Buckingham |
285 |
It will help me nothing
To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me
Which makes my whitest part black. The will of heaven
Be done in this and all things! I obey.
O my Lord Abergavenny, fare you well!
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6 |
Henry VIII
[I, 1] |
Brandon |
297 |
Here is a warrant from
The king to attach Lord Montacute; and the bodies
Of the duke's confessor, John de la Car,
One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor—
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7 |
Henry VIII
[I, 1] |
Duke of Buckingham |
306 |
My surveyor is false; the o'er-great cardinal
Hath show'd him gold; my life is spann'd already:
I am the shadow of poor Buckingham,
Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on,
By darkening my clear sun. My lord, farewell.
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8 |
Henry VIII
[I, 2] |
Queen Katharine |
339 |
I am solicited, not by a few,
And those of true condition, that your subjects
Are in great grievance: there have been commissions
Sent down among 'em, which hath flaw'd the heart
Of all their loyalties: wherein, although,
My good lord cardinal, they vent reproaches
Most bitterly on you, as putter on
Of these exactions, yet the king our master—
Whose honour heaven shield from soil!—even he
escapes not
Language unmannerly, yea, such which breaks
The sides of loyalty, and almost appears
In loud rebellion.
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9 |
Henry VIII
[I, 2] |
Henry VIII |
361 |
Taxation!
Wherein? and what taxation? My lord cardinal,
You that are blamed for it alike with us,
Know you of this taxation?
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10 |
Henry VIII
[I, 2] |
Queen Katharine |
369 |
No, my lord,
You know no more than others; but you frame
Things that are known alike; which are not wholesome
To those which would not know them, and yet must
Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions,
Whereof my sovereign would have note, they are
Most pestilent to the bearing; and, to bear 'em,
The back is sacrifice to the load. They say
They are devised by you; or else you suffer
Too hard an exclamation.
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11 |
Henry VIII
[I, 2] |
Surveyor |
469 |
First, it was usual with him, every day
It would infect his speech, that if the king
Should without issue die, he'll carry it so
To make the sceptre his: these very words
I've heard him utter to his son-in-law,
Lord Abergavenny; to whom by oath he menaced
Revenge upon the cardinal.
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12 |
Henry VIII
[I, 2] |
Queen Katharine |
481 |
My learn'd lord cardinal,
Deliver all with charity.
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13 |
Henry VIII
[I, 2] |
Surveyor |
523 |
On my soul, I'll speak but truth.
I told my lord the duke, by the devil's illusions
The monk might be deceived; and that 'twas dangerous for him
To ruminate on this so far, until
It forged him some design, which, being believed,
It was much like to do: he answer'd, 'Tush,
It can do me no damage;' adding further,
That, had the king in his last sickness fail'd,
The cardinal's and Sir Thomas Lovell's heads
Should have gone off.
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14 |
Henry VIII
[I, 3] |
Lord Chamberlain |
584 |
Death! my lord,
Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too,
That, sure, they've worn out Christendom.
[Enter LOVELL]
How now!
What news, Sir Thomas Lovell?
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Henry VIII
[I, 3] |
Sir Thomas Lovell |
590 |
Faith, my lord,
I hear of none, but the new proclamation
That's clapp'd upon the court-gate.
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16 |
Henry VIII
[I, 3] |
Lord Sands |
620 |
The devil fiddle 'em! I am glad they are going,
For, sure, there's no converting of 'em: now
An honest country lord, as I am, beaten
A long time out of play, may bring his plainsong
And have an hour of hearing; and, by'r lady,
Held current music too.
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17 |
Henry VIII
[I, 3] |
Lord Chamberlain |
626 |
Well said, Lord Sands;
Your colt's tooth is not cast yet.
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18 |
Henry VIII
[I, 3] |
Lord Sands |
628 |
No, my lord;
Nor shall not, while I have a stump.
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19 |
Henry VIII
[I, 3] |
Lord Sands |
643 |
He may, my lord; has wherewithal: in him
Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine:
Men of his way should be most liberal;
They are set here for examples.
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20 |
Henry VIII
[I, 4] |
Sir Henry Guildford |
659 |
Ladies, a general welcome from his grace
Salutes ye all; this night he dedicates
To fair content and you: none here, he hopes,
In all this noble bevy, has brought with her
One care abroad; he would have all as merry
As, first, good company, good wine, good welcome,
Can make good people. O, my lord, you're tardy:
[Enter Chamberlain, SANDS, and LOVELL]
The very thought of this fair company
Clapp'd wings to me.
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