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Название: King Henry IV, Part 2

Автор: Уильям Шекспир

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Жанр: Драматургия

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СКАЧАТЬ hollow poverty and emptiness.

        ARCHBISHOP. That he should draw his several strengths together

          And come against us in full puissance

          Need not be dreaded.

        HASTINGS. If he should do so,

          He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh

          Baying at his heels. Never fear that.

        LORD BARDOLPH. Who is it like should lead his forces hither?

        HASTINGS. The Duke of Lancaster and Westmoreland;

          Against the Welsh, himself and Harry Monmouth;

          But who is substituted against the French

          I have no certain notice.

        ARCHBISHOP. Let us on,

          And publish the occasion of our arms.

          The commonwealth is sick of their own choice;

          Their over-greedy love hath surfeited.

          An habitation giddy and unsure

          Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.

          O thou fond many, with what loud applause

          Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke

          Before he was what thou wouldst have him be!

          And being now trimm'd in thine own desires,

          Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him

          That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up.

          So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge

          Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard;

          And now thou wouldst eat thy dead vomit up,

          And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these times?

          They that, when Richard liv'd, would have him die

          Are now become enamour'd on his grave.

          Thou that threw'st dust upon his goodly head,

          When through proud London he came sighing on

          After th' admired heels of Bolingbroke,

          Criest now 'O earth, yield us that king again,

          And take thou this!' O thoughts of men accurs'd!

          Past and to come seems best; things present, worst.

        MOWBRAY. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on?

        HASTINGS. We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

Exeunt

      ACT II. SCENE I. London. A street

      Enter HOSTESS with two officers, FANG and SNARE

        HOSTESS. Master Fang, have you ent'red the action?

        FANG. It is ent'red.

        HOSTESS. Where's your yeoman? Is't a lusty yeoman? Will 'a

      stand

          to't?

        FANG. Sirrah, where's Snare?

        HOSTESS. O Lord, ay! good Master Snare.

        SNARE. Here, here.

        FANG. Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff.

        HOSTESS. Yea, good Master Snare; I have ent'red him and all.

        SNARE. It may chance cost some of our lives, for he will stab.

        HOSTESS. Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabb'd me in mine

      own

          house, and that most beastly. In good faith, 'a cares not

      what

          mischief he does, if his weapon be out; he will foin like any

          devil; he will spare neither man, woman, nor child.

        FANG. If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.

        HOSTESS. No, nor I neither; I'll be at your elbow.

        FANG. An I but fist him once; an 'a come but within my vice!

        HOSTESS. I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he's an

          infinitive thing upon my score. Good Master Fang, hold him

      sure.

          Good Master Snare, let him not scape. 'A comes continuantly

      to

          Pie-corner – saving your manhoods – to buy a saddle; and he is

          indited to dinner to the Lubber's Head in Lumbert Street, to

          Master Smooth's the silkman. I pray you, since my exion is

          ent'red, and my case so openly known to the world, let him be

          brought in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long one for a

      poor

          lone woman to bear; and I have borne, and borne, and borne;

      and

          have been fubb'd off, and fubb'd off, and fubb'd off, from

      this

          day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. There

      is no

          honesty in such dealing; unless a woman should be made an ass

      and

          a beast, to bear every knave's wrong.

      Enter SIR JOHN FALSTAFF, PAGE, and BARDOLPH

          Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose knave,

      Bardolph,

          with him. Do your offices, do your offices, Master Fang and

          Master Snare; do me, do me, do me your offices.

        FALSTAFF. How now! whose mare's dead? What's the matter?

        FANG. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of Mistress Quickly.

        FALSTAFF. Away, varlets! Draw, Bardolph. Cut me off the

      villian's

          head. Throw the quean in the channel.

        HOSTESS. Throw me in the channel! I'll throw thee in the

      channel.

          Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bastardly rogue! Murder, murder!

      Ah,

          thou honeysuckle villain! wilt thou kill God's officers and

      the

          King's? Ah, thou honey-seed rogue! thou art a honey-seed; a

          man-queller and a woman-queller.

        FALSTAFF. Keep them off, Bardolph.

        FANG. A rescue! a rescue!

        HOSTESS. Good people, bring a rescue or two. Thou wot, wot

      thou!

          thou wot, wot ta? Do, do, thou rogue! do, thou hemp-seed!

        PAGE. Away, you scullion! you rampallian! you fustilarian!

          I'll tickle your catastrophe.

      Enter the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE and his men

        CHIEF JUSTICE. What is the СКАЧАТЬ