Chorus

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1. Thus with imagin’d wing our swift scene flies
2. In motion of no less celerity
3. Than that of thought. Suppose that you have seen
4. The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
5. Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet
6. With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning.
7. Play with your fancies: and in them behold
8. Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing;
9. Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give
10. To sounds confus’d; behold the threaden sails,
11. Borne with th’ invisible and creeping wind,
12. Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea,
13. Breasting the lofty surge. O, do but think
14. You stand upon the rivage and behold
15. A city on th’ inconstant billows dancing;
16. For so appears this fleet majestical,
17. Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow!
18. Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy,
19. And leave your England as dead midnight, still,
20. Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women,
21. Either past or not arriv’d to pith and puissance;
22. For who is he, whose chin is but enrich’d
23. With one appearing hair, that will not follow
24. These cull’d and choice-drawn cavaliers to France?
25. Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a siege;
26. Behold the ordinance on their carriages,
27. With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
28. Suppose th’ ambassador from the French comes back,
29. Tells Harry that the King doth offer him
30. Katherine his daughter, and with her, to dowry,
31. Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.
32. The offer likes not; and the nimble gunner
33. With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,
0. Alarum, and chambers go off.
34. And down goes all before them. Still be kind,
35. And eche out our performance with your mind.