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Anger is like
A full-hot horse, who being allowd his way,
Self-mettle tires him.
vagy
I have touched 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.
vagy
Go with me, like good angels, to my end;
And, as the long divorce of steel falls on me,
Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice,
And lift my soul to heaven.
Mindez nem jelenthet mást, mint hogy a VIII. Henriket adják Shakespeare-től, méghozzá a londoni Shakespeare’s Globe Színház előadásában, felvételről.
