1045Thus with imagin'd wing our swift Scene flyes,

1046In motion of no lesse celeritie then that of Thought.

1047Suppose, that you haue seene

1048The well-appointed King at Douer Peer,

1049Embarke his Royaltie: and his braue Fleet,

1050With silken Streamers, the young Phebus fayning;

1051Play with your Fancies: and in them behold,

1052Vpon the Hempen Tackle, Ship-boyes climbing;

1053Heare the shrill Whistle, which doth order giue

1054To sounds confus'd: behold the threaden Sayles,

1055Borne with th'inuisible and creeping Wind,

1056Draw the huge Bottomes through the furrowed Sea,

1057Bresting the loftie Surge. O, doe but thinke

1058You stand vpon the Riuage, and behold

1059A Citie on th'inconstant Billowes dauncing:

1060For so appeares this Fleet Maiesticall,

1061Holding due course to Harflew. Follow, follow:

1062Grapple your minds to sternage of this Nauie,

1063And leaue your England as dead Mid-night, still,

1064Guarded with Grandsires, Babyes, and old Women,

1065Eyther past, or not arriu'd to pyth and puissance:

1066For who is he, whose Chin is but enricht

1067With one appearing Hayre, that will not follow

1068These cull'd and choyse-drawne Caualiers to France?

1069Worke, worke your Thoughts, and therein see a Siege:

1070Behold the Ordenance on their Carriages,

1071With fatall mouthes gaping on girded Harflew.

1072Suppose th'Embassador from the French comes back:

1073Tells Harry, That the King doth offer him

1074Katherine his Daughter, and with her to Dowrie,

1075Some petty and vnprofitable Dukedomes.

1076The offer likes not: and the nimble Gunner

1077With Lynstock now the diuellish Cannon touches,

1079And downe goes all before them. Still be kind,

1080And eech out our performance with your mind. Exit.