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King Henry IV, Part One
ISBN-13:
9781627557184
Veröffentl:
2015
Seiten:
108
Autor:
William Shakespeare
eBook Typ:
EPUB
eBook Format:
Reflowable
Kopierschutz:
Adobe DRM [Hard-DRM]
Sprache:
Englisch
Beschreibung:
Irresponsibility of Youth-- The reign of King Henry IV is not going smoothly. He is at odds with the Percys and much of the nobility does not consider his son, Hal, a worthy successor to the crown. Hal, along with his best friend John Falstaff, spends too much of his time in taverns and in the company of the lowest members of society. But fate intercedes and Hal is given the opportunity to redeem himself. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks.
Irresponsibility of Youth-- The reign of King Henry IV is not going smoothly. He is at odds with the Percys and much of the nobility does not consider his son, Hal, a worthy successor to the crown. Hal, along with his best friend John Falstaff, spends too much of his time in taverns and in the company of the lowest members of society. But fate intercedes and Hal is given the opportunity to redeem himself. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks.
Irresponsibility of Youth-- The reign of King Henry IV is not going smoothly. He is at odds with the Percys and much of the nobility does not consider his son, Hal, a worthy successor to the crown. Hal, along with his best friend John Falstaff, spends too much of his time in taverns and in the company of the lowest members of society. But fate intercedes and Hal is given the opportunity to redeem himself. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks.