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Henry VIII
[I, 1] |
Duke of Buckingham |
78 |
O, you go far.
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2 |
Henry VIII
[I, 1] |
Duke of Buckingham |
130 |
O, many
Have broke their backs with laying manors on 'em
For this great journey. What did this vanity
But minister communication of
A most poor issue?
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3 |
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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4 |
Henry VIII
[I, 1] |
Duke of Buckingham |
304 |
O, Nicholas Hopkins?
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5 |
Henry VIII
[I, 3] |
Lord Chamberlain |
634 |
O, 'tis true:
This night he makes a supper, and a great one,
To many lords and ladies; there will be
The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure you.
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6 |
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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7 |
Henry VIII
[I, 4] |
Sir Thomas Lovell |
675 |
O, that your lordship were but now confessor
To one or two of these!
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8 |
Henry VIII
[I, 4] |
Lord Sands |
692 |
O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too:
But he would bite none; just as I do now,
He would kiss you twenty with a breath.
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9 |
Henry VIII
[I, 4] |
Henry VIII |
765 |
The fairest hand I ever touch'd! O beauty,
Till now I never knew thee!
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10 |
Henry VIII
[II, 1] |
Second Gentleman |
816 |
O, God save ye!
Even to the hall, to hear what shall become
Of the great Duke of Buckingham.
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11 |
Henry VIII
[II, 1] |
First Gentleman |
974 |
O, this is full of pity! Sir, it calls,
I fear, too many curses on their beads
That were the authors.
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12 |
Henry VIII
[II, 2] |
Henry VIII |
1100 |
Ye are too bold:
Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business:
Is this an hour for temporal affairs, ha?
[Enter CARDINAL WOLSEY and CARDINAL CAMPEIUS, with]
a commission]
Who's there? my good lord cardinal? O my Wolsey,
The quiet of my wounded conscience;
Thou art a cure fit for a king.
[To CARDINAL CAMPEIUS]
You're welcome,
Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom:
Use us and it.
[To CARDINAL WOLSEY]
My good lord, have great care
I be not found a talker.
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13 |
Henry VIII
[II, 2] |
Henry VIII |
1190 |
Deliver this with modesty to the queen.
[Exit GARDINER]
The most convenient place that I can think of
For such receipt of learning is Black-Friars;
There ye shall meet about this weighty business.
My Wolsey, see it furnish'd. O, my lord,
Would it not grieve an able man to leave
So sweet a bedfellow? But, conscience, conscience!
O, 'tis a tender place; and I must leave her.
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14 |
Henry VIII
[II, 3] |
Anne Bullen |
1201 |
Not for that neither: here's the pang that pinches:
His highness having lived so long with her, and she
So good a lady that no tongue could ever
Pronounce dishonour of her; by my life,
She never knew harm-doing: O, now, after
So many courses of the sun enthroned,
Still growing in a majesty and pomp, the which
To leave a thousand-fold more bitter than
'Tis sweet at first to acquire,—after this process,
To give her the avaunt! it is a pity
Would move a monster.
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15 |
Henry VIII
[II, 3] |
Anne Bullen |
1214 |
O, God's will! much better
She ne'er had known pomp: though't be temporal,
Yet, if that quarrel, fortune, do divorce
It from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance panging
As soul and body's severing.
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16 |
Henry VIII
[II, 3] |
Old Lady |
1301 |
Why, this it is; see, see!
I have been begging sixteen years in court,
Am yet a courtier beggarly, nor could
Come pat betwixt too early and too late
For any suit of pounds; and you, O fate!
A very fresh-fish here—fie, fie, fie upon
This compell'd fortune!—have your mouth fill'd up
Before you open it.
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17 |
Henry VIII
[III, 1] |
Queen Katharine |
1670 |
O, good my lord, no Latin;
I am not such a truant since my coming,
As not to know the language I have lived in:
A strange tongue makes my cause more strange,
suspicious;
Pray, speak in English: here are some will thank you,
If you speak truth, for their poor mistress' sake;
Believe me, she has had much wrong: lord cardinal,
The willing'st sin I ever yet committed
May be absolved in English.
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Henry VIII
[III, 2] |
Duke of Norfolk |
1850 |
O, fear him not;
His spell in that is out: the king hath found
Matter against him that for ever mars
The honey of his language. No, he's settled,
Not to come off, in his displeasure.
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19 |
Henry VIII
[III, 2] |
Earl of Surrey |
1865 |
O, how, how?
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20 |
Henry VIII
[III, 2] |
Cardinal Wolsey |
2088 |
What should this mean?
What sudden anger's this? how have I reap'd it?
He parted frowning from me, as if ruin
Leap'd from his eyes: so looks the chafed lion
Upon the daring huntsman that has gall'd him;
Then makes him nothing. I must read this paper;
I fear, the story of his anger. 'Tis so;
This paper has undone me: 'tis the account
Of all that world of wealth I have drawn together
For mine own ends; indeed, to gain the popedom,
And fee my friends in Rome. O negligence!
Fit for a fool to fall by: what cross devil
Made me put this main secret in the packet
I sent the king? Is there no way to cure this?
No new device to beat this from his brains?
I know 'twill stir him strongly; yet I know
A way, if it take right, in spite of fortune
Will bring me off again. What's this? 'To the Pope!'
The letter, as I live, with all the business
I writ to's holiness. 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 m the evening,
And no man see me more.
[Re-enter to CARDINAL WOLSEY, NORFOLK and SUFFOLK, SURREY,]
and the Chamberlain]
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