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Transcript "Branagh's Henry V (1989) - O! For a Muse of Fire"
12019-07-08T14:09:02-07:00Hayden Benson7d69b3398da384eb9196529b557c5a84032c3d8c296031plain2019-07-08T14:09:02-07:00Hayden Benson7d69b3398da384eb9196529b557c5a84032c3d8cChorus: O, 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 that have dared on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object. Can this cockpit hold the vasty fields of France or may we cram within this wooden O, the very casques that did affright the air at Agincourt? Oh, pardon. Let us, ciphers to this great account, on your imaginary forces work. For ‘tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, carry them here, there, jumping o'er times, turning the accomplishment of many years into an hourglass. For the which supply, admit me, chorus, to this history, who, prologue-like, your humble patience pray gently to hear, kindly to judge our play!