King Henry the Fifth-Leonard Nimoy/William Shatner

[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!'