Modern politics in Shakespeare

I really like this monologue from Shakespeare's Henry V 3.3

KING HENRY V  How yet resolves the governor of the town?     This is the latest parle we will admit;     Therefore to our best mercy give yourselves;     Or like to men proud of destruction  5   Defy us to our worst: for, as I am a soldier,     A name that in my thoughts becomes me best,     If I begin the battery once again,     I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur     Till in her ashes she lie buried.  10   The gates of mercy shall be all shut up,     And the flesh'd soldier, rough and hard of heart,     In liberty of bloody hand shall range     With conscience wide as hell, mowing like grass     Your fresh-fair virgins and your flowering infants.  15   What is it then to me, if impious war,     Array'd in flames like to the prince of fiends,     Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats     Enlink'd to waste and desolation?     What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause,  20   If your pure maidens fall into the hand     Of hot and forcing violation?     What rein can hold licentious wickedness     When down the hill he holds his fierce career?     We may as bootless spend our vain command  25   Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil     As send precepts to the leviathan     To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur,     Take pity of your town and of your people,     Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command;  30   Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace     O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds     Of heady murder, spoil and villany.     If not, why, in a moment look to see     The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand  35   Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters;     Your fathers taken by the silver beards,     And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls,     Your naked infants spitted upon pikes,     Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confused  40   Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry     At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen.     What say you? will you yield, and this avoid,     Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd?   GOVERNOR  Our expectation hath this day an end:  45   The Dauphin, whom of succors we entreated,     Returns us that his powers are yet not ready     To raise so great a siege. Therefore, great king,     We yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy.     Enter our gates; dispose of us and ours;
Although this isn't my assigned play I absolutely love Henry V and this monologue. I find it fascinating how his plays also have political commentary. Not only that but they are still relevant now.