1    Thus with imagined 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 confused; behold the threaden sails,
11   Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
12   Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,
13   Breasting the lofty surge: O, do but think
14   You stand upon the ravage and behold
15   A city on the 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 arrived 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 ordnance on their carriages,
27   With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
28   Suppose the ambassador from the French comes back;
29   Tells Harry that the king doth offer him
30   Katharine 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,
Alarum, and chambers go off
34   And down goes all before them. Still be kind,
35   And eke out our performance with your mind.