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Transcript "Henry V - 1944 - Opening Chorus - Clip"
12019-07-08T14:02:26-07:00Hayden Benson7d69b3398da384eb9196529b557c5a84032c3d8c296031plain2019-07-08T14:02:26-07:00Hayden 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 unraisèd spirits that hath 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? On your imaginary forces work. Suppose within the girdle of these walls are now confined two mighty monarchies, whose high uprearèd and abutting fronts the perilous narrow ocean parts asunder. Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts. Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them printing their proud hoofs i’ th’ receiving earth, for ’tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, carry them here and there, jumping o’er times, turning th’ 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.