:02:09
Oh, for a muse of fire...
:02:13
that would ascend the
brightest heaven of invention.
:02:40
A kingdom for a stage,
:02:43
princes to act...
:02:45
and monarchs to behold
the swelling scene.
:02:51
Then should the warlike harry,
like himself,
:02:54
assume the port of Mars...
:02:56
and at his heels,
leashed in like hounds,
:02:59
should famine, sword and fire
crouch for employment.
:03:04
But pardon, gentles all,
:03:08
the flat, unraised spirits...
:03:11
that have dared
on this unworthy scaffold...
:03:14
to bring forth
so great an object.
:03:18
Can this cockpit hold
the vasty fields of France
:03:22
or may we cram
within this wooden "o"...
:03:26
the very casques that did affright
the air at Agincourt?
:03:30
Oh, pardon.
:03:33
Let us, ciphers
to this great account,
:03:35
on your imaginary forces work.
:03:38
For it is your thoughts
that now must deck our kings,
:03:41
carry them here, there,
jumping o'er times,
:03:44
turning the accomplishment of
many years into an hourglass.
:03:49
For the which supply,
admit me, chorus, to this history,
:03:54
who, prologue-like,
:03:57
your humble patience pray...