Henry V Script
Oh, for a muse of fire...
that would ascend the
brightest heaven of invention.
A kingdom for a stage,
princes to act...
and monarchs to behold
the swelling scene.
Then should the warlike harry,
like himself,
assume the port of Mars...
and at his heels,
leashed in like hounds,
should famine, sword and fire
crouch for employment.
But pardon, gentles all,
the flat, unraised spirits...