a summer of Henrys and Richards –
if you can call it a summer.
Here is the manliest, awash with blood
and beer, music and muscle,
played out on a stage of chainmail,
punchbags and clanking metal.
The battles race, the pace set
by a marching band, a beating drum,
the shouts of men and rousing swell of song.
The man himself is strong as oxen,
and in his merry band is wit and fire,
saunter and swagger, as if their troop
had been a hundred strong.
Henry V, by Propeller, ran at Hampstead Theatre until 21 July.