Oh,for a muse of fire
To ascend the brightest heaven of invention
A kingdom for a stage
Princes to act and monarchs to behold the swelling scene
Think,when we talk of horses that you see them
Printing their prowd hooves in the receding earth
For it is your thoughts that now must deck our kings
Carry them from here to there, jumping all time,turning the accomplishments of many years into an hourglass
For the which supply,admit thee chorus to this history,whose prologue,like your humble patience pray
gently to hear
kindly to judge
our play.
something like that