[00:28.20]King Henry the Fifth and his army are surround by the enemy
[00:33.00]His men are weary and dispirited
[00:36.10]It has been an unpopular war and the men wanna quit fighting
[00:39.59]and return to their homes
[00:44.00]But the French are on all sides,
[00:47.65]out number in the English by many
[00:50.19]As the men reluctantly prepre to return to battle,
[00:52.18]King Henry is stride his horse, sword in hand,
[00:55.01]tries to rally his men and ignite their waning courage
[01:06.10]Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more！
[01:08.72]Or close the wall up with our English dead
[01:11.46]In peace,
[01:12.15]there is nothing so becomes a man as modest, stillness, and humility
[01:15.78]But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
[01:18.53]then imitate the action of the tiger
[01:21.50]Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood
[01:23.80]Disguise fair nature with hand-favour'd rage
[01:27.15]Then lend the eye a terrible aspect
[01:29.33]Let pry through the portage of the head like the brass cannon
[01:32.72]let the brow o'erwhelm it as fearfully as doth a galled rock
[01:36.69]O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
[01:39.30]Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean
[01:44.17]Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
[01:46.73]Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit to his full height
[01:50.67]On, on, you noblest English
[01:54.49]Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
[01:57.11]Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
[01:59.53]have in these parts from morn till even fought
[02:02.69]And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
[02:05.45]Dishonour not your mothers;
[02:07.12]now attest that those whom you call'd fathers did beget you
[02:10.71]Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
[02:13.26]And teach them how to war.
[02:16.76]And you, good yeoman,
[02:18.14]Whose limbs were made in England,
[02:19.51]show us here the mettle of your pasture;
[02:21.68]let us swear that you are worth your breeding;
[02:23.94]which I doubt not;
[02:25.78]For there is none of you so mean and base,
[02:27.89]That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
[02:30.89]I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
[02:33.41]Straining upon the start.
[02:34.89]The game's afoot:
[02:35.85]Follow your spirit,
[02:37.02]and upon this charge
[02:38.85]Cry 'God for Harry,
[02:41.65]England,
[02:44.00] and Saint George!'