Chorus.
Now all the youth of England are on fire,
And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies:
Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought

Reigns solely in the breast of every man.
They sell the pasture now, to buy the horse;
Following the mirror of all Christian Kings,
With winged heels, as English Mercuries.
&wlquo;^{2 note}

For now sits Expectation in the air,
&wlquo;And hides a sword from hilts unto the point
&wlquo;With Crowns imperial; Crowns, and Coronets,&wrquo;
Promis'd to Harry and his followers.
The French, advis'd by good intelligence
Of this most dreadful preparation,
Shake in their fear; and with pale policy
Seek to divert the English purposes.
O England! model to thy inward greatness,
Like little body with a mighty heart;
What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do,
Were all thy children kind and natural!
But see, thy fault France hath in thee found out;
A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills
With treach'rous crowns; and three corrupted men,
One, Richard Earl of Cambridge, and the second,
Henry Lord Scroop of Masham, and the third,
Sir Thomas Grey Knight of Northumberland,
Have for the gilt of France (O guilt, indeed!)
Confirm'd Conspiracy with fearful France:
And by their hands, ^{3 note}this grace of Kings must die,
If hell and treason hold their promises,

Ere He take ship for France; and in Southampton.
Linger your patience on, and well digest
Th' abuse of distance, ^{4 note}
while we force a play.
The sum is paid, the traitors are agreed,
The King is set from London, and the scene
Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton:
There is the play-house now, there must you sit;
And thence to France shall we convey you safe,
And bring you back; charming the narrow seas
To give you gentle pass: for if we may,
We'll not offend one stomach with our play.
But, till the King come forth, and not till then,
Unto Southampton do we shift our scene. [Exit.

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