Henry V -- Now Entertain Conjecture of a Time

Chorus in Henry V sets the scene.
Let me know what you think.

Chorus:
Now entertain conjecture of a time
When creeping murmur and the poring dark
Fills the wide vessel of the universe.
From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night,
The hum of either army stilly sounds,
That the fix'd sentinels almost receive
The secret whispers of each other's watch.
Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames
Each battle sees the other's umber'd face;
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents
The armourers accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.
The country cocks do crow, the clocks do ton,
And the third hour of drowsy morning name.
Proud of their numbers and secure in soul,
The confident and over-lusty French
Do the low-rated English play at dice;
And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night
Who like a foul and ugly witch doth limp
So tediously away. The poor condemned English,
Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires
Sit patiently and inly ruminate
The morning's danger; and their gesture sad
Investing lank-lean cheeks and war-worn coats
Presenteth them unto the gazing moon
So many horrid ghosts. O, now, who will behold
The royal captain of this ruin'd band
Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent,
Let him cry 'Praise and glory on his head!'
For forth he goes and visits all his host;
Bids them good morrow with a modest smile,
And calls them brothers, friends, and countrymen.
Upon his royal face there is no note
How dread an army hath enrounded him;
Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour
Unto the weary and all-watched night;
But freshly looks, and over-bears attaint
With cheerful semblance and sweet majesty;
That every wretch, pining and pale before,
Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks;
A largess universal, like the sun,
His liberal eye doth give to every one,
Thawing cold fear, that mean and gentle all
Behold, as may unworthiness define,
A little touch of Harry in the night.
And so our scene must to the battle fly;
Where- O for pity!- we shall much disgrace
With four or five most vile and ragged foils,
Right ill-dispos'd in brawl ridiculous,
The name of Agincourt. Yet sit and see,
Minding true things by what their mock'ries be.

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• Henry
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• poetry
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• burton
• peter
• hall
• john
• barton

[FatGingerFish]

brilliant! i can't stop listening to it. I have to do this speech for a drama assignment, and you've helped me so much. thanks! 

[tndowns1122]

@FatGingerFish Thanks so much! Good luck on the assignment!

[texasdallasbill]

Excellent job. You make me want to learn me that speech too. It's mighty good one, and you do it superbly.

[tndowns1122]

Thanks!

[XDancethrulifeX]

I'm doing this for my final in my scene study class. Any tips? I'm actually more nervous about this then any other monologue, classical or otherwise that I've ever done.

[0marqste]

@0:51 page turn lol

[667mumble]

which scene is this from?

[damanhl]

Oh...by the way...that music? Could you tell me where it is from? Thanks.

[damanhl]

I like this interpretation...calmer than Jacobis in the movie. Then again...his works with the images. Shakespeare rocks. :)

[bukuboy1]

Harshy, if you consider his to be a voice untrained, I shudder to consider what you posess.

[harshy07]

Good understanding of the speech, but work on diction and staying legatto, as well as true to the verse, throughout the piece. But for someone with little to no training in voice and speech, you did quite well.

[soradsauce]

You're amazing. Seriously. "So many horrid ghosts, O, now who will behold" that line was intense.

Great reading.