The Life of Henry the Fift (Applause First Folio Editions)by Neil Freeman
(Applause Books). The Applause First Folio Editions compare the differences between the first printings and the best modern texts of Shakespeare's works, with special emphasis on issues relevant to each particular play. Footnotes discuss many of the Quarto and modern text variations. Glosses highlight scholarship of the last four centuries. New easy coding system… See more details below
(Applause Books). The Applause First Folio Editions compare the differences between the first printings and the best modern texts of Shakespeare's works, with special emphasis on issues relevant to each particular play. Footnotes discuss many of the Quarto and modern text variations. Glosses highlight scholarship of the last four centuries. New easy coding system guides readers directly to single topics far more swiftly and efficiently than comparable attempts in modern editions. New visual clues allow readers to explore First Folio line structures as well as the modern text alterations. Opposite each page of text is a blank page for reader notes and comments. Over one hundred professional and conservatory productions have already used Neil Freeman's scripts in early manuscript proof editions. Now, for the first time, Applause makes these invaluable texts available to actors, readers, and scholars around the world.
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Open your ears, for which of you will stop
The vent of hearing when loud Rumor speaks?
I, from the orient to the drooping west,
Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold
The acts commenced on this ball of earth.
Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,
The which in every language I pronounce,
Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
I speak of peace while covert enmity Under the smile of safety wounds the world.
And who but Rumor, who but only I,
Make fearful musters and prepared defense
Whiles the big year, swoll'n with some other grief,
Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
And no such matter? Rumor is a pipe
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures,
And of so easy and so plain a stop
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
The still-discordant wav'ring multitude,
Can play upon it. But what need I thus
My well-known body to anatomize
Among my household? Why is Rumor here?
I run before King Harry's victory,
Who in a bloody field by Shrewsbury
Hath beaten down young Hotspur and his troops,
Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I
To speak so true at first? My office is
To noise abroad that Harry Monmouth fell
Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword,
And that the King before the Douglas' rage
Stooped his anointed head as low as death.
This have I rumored through the peasant towns
Between that royal field of Shrewsbury
And this worm-eaten [hold] of ragged stone,
(Where) Hotspur's father, old Northumberland,
lies crafty-sick. The posts come tiring on,
And not a man of them brings other news
Than they have learnt of me. From Rumor's tongues
They bring smooth comforts false, worse than
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