Henry IV, Part II by William Shakespeare (best way to read e books .TXT) ๐
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As the dust settles on the battlefield at Shrewsbury, news spreads that the rebel forces fighting against King Henry IV have suffered a terrible defeat. Their leader, Harry โHotspurโ Percy, was killed by Prince Hal. The rebel troops quickly abandon the fight after seeing their leader die. Two powerful cohorts, the Earl of Worcester and Douglas, are taken as prisoners by the Kingโs men. The Earl of Northumberland vows to avenge his sonโs death and plans to seek support from the Archbishop of York.
Meanwhile, the Archbishop has convened his group of alliesโThomas Mowbray, Lord Hastings, and Lord Bardolphโto plan the next battle against King Henry. If they want a chance of winning, they fight on three separate fronts: one to fight King Henryโs forces, one to fight the Welsh rebels led by Owen Glendower, and one to maintain the fight in France. They decide to follow this plan regardless of whether or not Northumberland lends them his army.
As the Princeโs merry team of misfits return to London, Falstaff continues to create mischief wherever he goes. After hearing that his father has fallen sick, Hal starts to regret the days when he used to drink and steal with Falstaff. If he is to be the next king, he must leave behind his past along with his partners in crime.
This Standard Ebooks production is based on William George Clark and William Aldis Wrightโs 1887 Victoria edition, which is taken from the Globe edition.
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Westminster. The palace.
Enter Warwick and the Lord Chief-Justice, meeting. Warwick How now, my lord chief-justice! whither away? Chief-Justice How doth the king? Warwick Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended. Chief-Justice I hope, not dead. WarwickHeโs walkโd the way of nature;
And to our purposes he lives no more.
I would his majesty had callโd me with him:
The service that I truly did his life
Hath left me open to all injuries.
I know he doth not, and do arm myself
To welcome the condition of the time,
Which cannot look more hideously upon me
Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.
Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry:
O that the living Harry had the temper
Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen!
How many nobles then should hold their places,
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!
Clarence Good morrow, cousin. Lancaster We meet like men that had forgot to speak. Warwick
We do remember; but our argument
Is all too heavy to admit much talk.
O, good my lord, you have lost a friend indeed;
And I dare swear you borrow not that face
Of seeming sorrow, it is sure your own.
Though no man be assured what grace to find,
You stand in coldest expectation:
I am the sorrier; would โtwere otherwise.
Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair;
Which swims against your stream of quality.
Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour,
Led by the impartial conduct of my soul;
And never shall you see that I will beg
A ragged and forestallโd remission.
If truth and upright innocency fail me,
Iโll to the king my master that is dead,
And tell him who hath sent me after him.
This new and gorgeous garment, majesty,
Sits not so easy on me as you think.
Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear:
This is the English, not the Turkish court;
Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,
But Harry Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, by my faith, it very well becomes you:
Sorrow so royally in you appears
That I will deeply put the fashion on
And wear it in my heart: why then, be sad;
But entertain no more of it, good brothers,
Than a joint burden laid upon us all.
For me, by heaven, I bid you be assured,
Iโll be your father and your brother too;
Let me but bear your love, I โll bear your cares:
Yet weep that Harryโs dead; and so will I;
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears
By number into hours of happiness.
You all look strangely on me: and you most;
You are, I think, assured I love you
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