Henry V
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1989
- 137 min
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Oh, for a muse of fire...
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
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 it is 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,
gently to hear,
kindly to judge...
our play!
My lord, I'll tell you.
That self bill is urged,
which, in the 11th year...
of the last king's reign was
like to have passed against us.
But how, my lord,
shall we resist it now?
It must be thought on.
If it pass against us, we lose the
better half of our possession.
But what prevention?
The king is full of grace
and fair regard.
And a true lover
of the holy church.
The courses of his youth
promised it not.
Since his addiction
was to courses vain,
with riots, banquets,
sports and never noted
in him any study.
But, my good lord,
how now for the mitigation...
Of this bill
urged by the commons?
Doth his majesty incline
to it or no?
He seems...
indifferent,
upon our part.
For I have made an offer
to his majesty,
as touching France.
Where is my gracious
lord of Canterbury?
God and his angels guard your sacred
throne and make you long become it.
Sure we thank you.
My learned lord,
we pray you to proceed...
and justly and religiously unfold...
why the law salique
that they have in France,
bar us in our claim.
And pray, take heed
how you impawn our person,
how you awake
We charge you,
in the name of God, take heed.
For never two such kingdoms did
contend without much fall of blood.
Then hear me,
gracious sovereign.
There is no bar to make against
your highness' claim to France...
but this, which they
produce from Pharamond.
"In terram salicam
mulieres ne succedant."
in Salique land."
Which Salique land
to be the realm of France.
Yet their own authors
faithfully affirm...
that the land Salique
lies in Germany...
between the floods
of Sala and of Elbe.
Then doth it well appear
the Salique law...
was not devised
for the realm of France,
nor did the French possess
the Salique land...
until 421 years after
defunction of king Pharamond,
idly supposed
the founder of this law.
King Pepin,
which deposed childeric,
did, as heir general,
being descended of blithild,
which was the daughter
to king Clothair,
make claim and title
to the crown of France.
Hugh Capet, also, who usurped the
crown of Charles, the duke of Lorraine,
sole heir male of the true line
and stock of Charles the great,
could not keep quiet in his conscience
wearing the crown of France...
until satisfied that fair queen
Isabel, his grandmother,
was lineal
of the Lady Ermengare,
daughter to Charles,
the aforesaid duke of Lorraine,
by the which marriage the line
of Charles the great...
was reunited
to the crown of France.
So it is clear
as is the summer sun.
All appear to hold in right
and title of the female.
So do the kings of France...
unto this day.
Howbeit, they would hold up
this salique law...
to bar your highness
claiming from the female.
May I, with right
and conscience,
make this claim?
The sin upon my head,
dread sovereign.
Stand for your own.
Unwind your bloody flag.
Your brother kings
and monarchs of the earth...
do all expect that you
should rouse yourself...
as did the former lions
of your blood.
Never king of England had nobles
richer and more loyal subjects...
whose hearts have left
their bodies here in England...
and lie pavilioned
in the fields of France.
my dear liege,
to win your right.
In aid whereof,
we of the spirituality
will raise your highness...
such a mighty sum
as never did the clergy...
at one time bring in to
any of your ancestors.
Call in the messengers
sent from the Dauphin.
Now are we well resolved,
and by God's help and yours,
the noble sinews of our power,
France being ours,
we'll bend it to our all...
or break it all to pieces.
Now are we well prepared to know the
pleasure of our fair cousin Dauphin.
Your highness, lately sending into France
did claim some certain dukedoms...
in the right of your great
predecessor, king Edward III.
the prince, my master,
says that you savor
too much of your youth.
He therefore sends you, meeter for
your spirit, this tun of treasure.
And in lieu of this, desires
you let those dukedoms...
that you claim
hear no more of you.
This the Dauphin speaks.
What... treasure, uncle?
Tennis balls, my liege.
We are glad the Dauphin
is so pleasant with us.
His present and your pains
we thank you for.
When we have matched
we will in France,
by God's grace,
father's crown into the hazard.
And we understand him well,
how he comes o'er us
with our wilder days,
not measuring what use
we made of them.
But tell the Dauphin
I will keep my state,
be like a king and show
my sail of greatness...
when I do rouse me
in my throne of France.
And tell the pleasant prince
this mock of his...
hath turned his balls
to gunstones,
and his soul
shall stand sore charged...
for the wasteful vengeance
that shall fly with them.
For many a thousand widows
shall this his mock,
mock out of
their dear husbands,
mock castles down.
And some are yet ungotten
and unborn...
that shall have cause
to curse the Dauphin's scorn.
So get you hence in peace,
and tell the Dauphin...
his jest... will savor
but of shallow wit...
when thousands weep
more than did laugh at it.
Convey them with safe conduct.
Fare you well.
This was a merry message.
We hope to make the sender
blush at it.
Therefore, my lords,
omit no happy hour...
that may give furtherance
to our expedition.
For we have now no thought
in us but France,
save those to God
that run before our business.
Therefore, let every man
now task his thought...
that this fair action
may on foot be brought.
Now all the youth of
England are on fire...
and silken dalliance
in the wardrobe lies.
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