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!
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!
I still find my heart beating faster reading this and knowing what is to come afterward. It’s like a John Williams prelude! Oh, what fun is to come!!
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Then should I war–like Harry–like himself
Assume the port of Mars, and at his heels
Leashed in, should crouch like famine, sword, and fire.
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