Enter Chorus.
Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story,
That I may prompt them; and to such as have,
I humbly pray them to admit th'excuse
Of time, of numbers, and due course of things,
Which cannot in their huge and proper life
Be here presented. Now we bear the King
Tow'rd Calais: grant him there; and there being seen,
Heave him away upon your winged thoughts
Athwart the sea: behold the English beach
Pales in the flood with men, with wives and boys,
Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd sea,
Which like a mighty whiffler 'fore the King
Seems to prepare his way; so let him land,
And solemnly see him set on to London.
So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Black-heath:
Where that his lords desire him to have born
His bruised helmet and his bended sword

Before him through the city; he forbids it;
Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride:
Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent,
Quite from himself to God. But now behold,
In the quick forge and working-house of thought,
How London doth pour out her citizens.
The Mayor and all his brethren in best sort,
Like to the senators of antique Rome,
With the Plebeians swarming at their heels,
Go forth and fetch their conqu'ring Cæsar in.
As by a low, but loving likelihood,
† ^noteWere now the General of our gracious Empress
(As in good time he may) from Ireland coming,
Bringing rebellion broached on his sword;
How many would the peaceful city quit,
To welcome him? much more (and much more cause)
Did they this Harry. Now in London place him.
As yet the lamentation of the French
Invites the King of England's stay at home:
The Emperor's coming in behalf of France,
To order peace between them; and omit
All the occurrences, what ever chanc'd,
'Till Harry's back return again to France:
There must we bring him; and my self have play'd
The int'rim, by remembring you 'tis past.
Then brook abridgment, and your eyes advance
After your thoughts, strait back again to France. [Exit.

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