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Message: <blockquote data-quote="HalWhitewyrm" data-source="post: 1925897" data-attributes="member: 4046">Yeah. Check it out, it's pretty cool. The only thing I am not crazy about is the Summary part. I understand the need to summarize the play for those who may not be familiar with it, but it feels too Cliff's Notes-ish for me. (As a side note, do let me say that the summary is actually VERY well done. It encapsualtes the important points of the play, uses quotes to underscore certain themes, is written in a "this is your buddy telling you about Shakespeare" voice," and while lenghty, it doesn't drag.) If I see room for improvement, is in making the Summary more game product-oriented, less LPJ's Notes, which is how it felt for Macbeth.That said, in Henry V, they did exactly this, using the Summary's text to highlight game uses of certain parts of the play, such as (as one would expect of this play) the "Once more unto the breach" speech, and the very famous St. Crispian's Day speech. I am very satisfied with the improvement seen from Macbeth to Henry V, and I eagerly look forward to further releases. For an Elizabethan Lit geek as myself, this series is just heaven-sent.  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />And just because I like it so much, here's the St. Crispian's Day speech (Henry V, Act IV, Scene 3, 25-72): If we are mark’d to die, we are now   To do our country loss; and if to live,   The fewer men, the greater share of honour.   God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.   By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,   Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;   It yearns me not if men my garments wear;   Such outward things dwell not in my desires:   But if it be a sin to covet honour,   I am the most offending soul alive.   No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:   God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour   As one man more, methinks, would share from me,   For the best hope I have. O! do not wish one more:   Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,   That he which hath no stomach to this fight,   Let him depart; his passport shall be made,   And crowns for convoy put into his purse:   We would not die in that man’s company   That fears his fellowship to die with us.   This day is call’d the feast of Crispian:   He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,   Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,   And rouse him at the name of Crispian.   He that shall live this day, and see old age,   Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,   And say, ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian:’   Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,   And say, ‘These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.’   Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,   But he’ll remember with advantages   What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,   Familiar in his mouth as household words,   Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,   Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,   Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.   This story shall the good man teach his son;   And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,   From this day to the ending of the world,   But we in it shall be remembered; I LOVE this part!   We few, we happy few, we band of brother;   For he to-day that sheds his blood with me   Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile   This day shall gentle his condition:   And gentlemen in England, now a-bed   Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,   And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks   That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day. Rousing. Simply rousing. Now THAT is what it means to Inspire Courage.</blockquote>

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