Enter Chorus.⌜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 pier5 Embark his royalty, and his brave fleet With silken streamers the young Phoebus ⌜fanning.⌝ Play with your fancies and in them behold, Upon the hempen tackle, shipboys climbing.10 Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give To sounds confused. Behold the threaden sails, Borne with th’ invisible and creeping wind, Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea, Breasting the lofty surge. O, do but think15 You stand upon the rivage and behold A city on th’ inconstant billows dancing, For so appears this fleet majestical, Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow! Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy,20 And leave your England, as dead midnight still, Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women, Either 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
25 These culled and choice-drawn cavaliers to France? Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a siege; Behold the ordnance on their carriages, With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur. Suppose th’ Ambassador from the French comes30 back, Tells Harry that the King doth offer him Katherine his daughter and with her, to dowry, Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms. The offer likes not, and the nimble gunner35 With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,Alarum, and chambers go off. And down goes all before them. Still be kind, And eke out our performance with your mind.He exits.