Henry IV, Part II by William Shakespeare (best way to read e books .TXT) 📕
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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 “Hotspur” 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 King’s men. The Earl of Northumberland vows to avenge his son’s death and plans to seek support from the Archbishop of York.
Meanwhile, the Archbishop has convened his group of allies—Thomas Mowbray, Lord Hastings, and Lord Bardolph—to plan the next battle against King Henry. If they want a chance of winning, they fight on three separate fronts: one to fight King Henry’s 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 Prince’s 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 Wright’s 1887 Victoria edition, which is taken from the Globe edition.
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Do me right, singing
And dub me knight:
Samingo.
Is’t not so?
Falstaff ’Tis so. Silence Is’t so? Why then, say an old man can do somewhat. Re-enter Davy. Davy An’t please your worship, there’s one Pistol come from the court with news. Falstaff From the court! let him come in. Enter Pistol. How now, Pistol! Pistol Sir John, God save you! Falstaff What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pistol Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm. Silence By’r lady, I think a’ be, but goodman Puff of Barson. PistolPuff!
Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!
Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend,
And helter-skelter have I rode to thee,
And tidings do I bring and lucky joys
And golden times and happy news of price.
A foutre for the world and worldlings base!
I speak of Africa and golden joys.
O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news?
Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.
And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John. Singing.
PistolShall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
And shall good news be baffled?
Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies’ lap.
A foutre for thine office!
Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king;
Harry the Fifth’s the man. I speak the truth:
When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like
The bragging Spaniard.
O joyful day!
I would not take a knighthood for my fortune.
Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!
“Where is the life that late I led?” say they:
Why, here it is; welcome these pleasant days! Exeunt.
London. A street.
Enter Beadles, dragging in Hostess Quickly and Doll Tearsheet. Hostess No, thou arrant knave; I would to God that I might die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint. First Beadle The constables have delivered her over to me; and she shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant her: there hath been a man or two lately killed about her. Doll Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I’ll tell thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal, an the child I now go with do miscarry, thou wert better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou paper-faced villain. Hostess O the Lord, that Sir John were come! he would make this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the fruit of her womb miscarry! First Beadle If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions again; you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both go with me; for the man is dead that you and Pistol beat amongst you. Doll I’ll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I will have you as soundly swinged for this—you blue-bottle rogue, you filthy famished correctioner, if you be not swinged, I’ll forswear half-kirtles. First Beadle Come, come, you she knight-errant, come. Hostess O God, that right should thus overcome might! Well, of sufferance comes ease. Doll Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice. Hostess Ay, come, you starved blood-hound. Doll Goodman death, goodman bones! Hostess Thou atomy, thou! Doll Come, you thin thing; come you rascal. First Beadle Very well. Exeunt. Scene VA public place near Westminster Abbey.
Enter two Grooms, strewing rushes. First Groom More rushes, more rushes. Second Groom The trumpets have sounded twice. First Groom ’Twill be two o’clock ere they come from the coronation: dispatch, dispatch. Exeunt. Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolph, and Page. Falstaff Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow; I will make the king do you grace: I will leer upon him as a’ comes by; and do but mark the countenance that he will give me. Pistol God bless thy lungs, good knight. Falstaff Come here, Pistol; stand behind me. O, if I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But ’tis no matter; this poor show doth better: this doth infer the zeal I had to see him. Shallow It
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