O, for a muse of fire

O, for a muse of fire that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention!Metaphor
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act,
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!Anapodoton

Can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of France? Or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?

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.Simile But pardon, gentles all,
The flat unraisèd spirits that hath dared
On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
So great an object. Can this cockpit hold
AlliterationThe vasty fields of France? Or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?Rhetorical Questions
O pardon, since a crookèd figure may
Attest in little place a million,
And let us, ciphers to this great account,
On your imaginary forces work.Hyperbaton
Suppose within the girdle of these walls
Are now confined two Alliterationmighty monarchies,
Whose high uprearèd and abutting fronts
The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder.Hyperbaton
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.
Into a thousand parts divide one man,
And make imaginary puissance.
Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them
Printing their proud hoofs i' th' receiving earth,Alliteration
For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,
Carry them here and there, jumping o'er times,
MetonymyTurning th' accomplishment of many years
Into an hourglassMetaphor; 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.Hyperbaton