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  • Title: Henry V (Modern, Folio)
  • Editor: James D. Mardock
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-409-7

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: James D. Mardock
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    Henry V (Modern, Folio)

    Flourish. Enter Chorus.
    Thus with imagined wing our swift scene flies
    In motion of no less celerity
    Than that of thought. Suppose that you have seen
    The well-appointed king at Dover pier
    Embark his royalty, and his brave fleet
    1050With silken streamers the young Phoebus feigning.
    Play with your fancies, and in them behold
    Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing.
    Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give
    To sounds confused. Behold the threaden sails,
    1055Borne with th'invisible and creeping wind,
    Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea,
    Breasting the lofty surge. Oh, do but think
    You stand upon the rivage, and behold
    A city on th'inconstant billows dancing,
    1060For so appears this fleet majestical
    Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow!
    Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy
    And leave your England as dead midnight, still,
    Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women,
    1065Either past or not arrived to pith and puissance.
    For who is he whose chin is but enriched
    With one appearing hair, that will not follow
    These culled and choice-drawn cavaliers to France?
    Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a siege.
    1070Behold the ordnance on their carriages,
    With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
    Suppose th'ambassador from the French comes back,
    Tells Harry that the king doth offer him
    Catherine his daughter, and with her to dowry
    1075Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.
    The offer likes not, and the nimble gunner
    With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,
    Alarum, and chambers go off.
    And down goes all before them. Still be kind,
    1080And eke out our performance with your mind.