1044Flourish. Enter Chorus. Thus with imagined wing our swift scene flies
3.0.3Than that of
1047thought. Suppose that you have seen
3.0.41048The well-appointed king at Dover pier
3.0.51049Embark his royalty, and his brave fleet
3.0.61050With silken streamers the young Phoebus feigning.
3.0.71051Play with your fancies, and in them behold
3.0.81052Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing.
3.0.91053Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give
3.0.101054To sounds confused. Behold the threaden sails,
3.0.111055Borne with th'invisible and creeping wind,
3.0.121056Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea,
3.0.131057Breasting the lofty surge. Oh, do but think
3.0.151059A city on th'inconstant billows dancing,
3.0.171061Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow!
3.0.181062Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy
3.0.191063And leave your England as dead midnight, still,
3.0.201064Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women,
3.0.211065Either past or not arrived to pith and puissance.
3.0.221066For who is he whose chin is but enriched
3.0.231067With one appearing hair, that will not follow
3.0.241068These culled and choice-drawn cavaliers to France?
3.0.251069Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a siege.
3.0.271071With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
3.0.281072Suppose th'ambassador from the French comes back,
3.0.291073Tells Harry that the king doth offer him
3.0.301074Catherine his daughter, and with her to dowry
3.0.321076The offer likes not, and the nimble gunner
3.0.331077With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,
3.0.341079And down goes all before them. Still be kind,
3.0.351080And eke out our performance with your mind.
Exit.