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 war-like Harry assume the port of Mars
and leash'd-in like hounds should famine, sword and fire crouch for employment.
Suppose within the girdle of these walls are now confin'd two mighty monarchies
whose high uprear'd and abutting fronts the perilous narrow ocean parts assunder.
Piece-out our imperfections with your thoughts, into a thousand party divide one man,
and make imaginary puissance.
Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them printing their proud hooves into the receiving earth, for 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, carry them here and there, and turning the accomplishment of many years into an hour-glass.
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.
S. Willy S.
Freitag, 23. November 2007
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