The First Web Folio Edition of Shakespeare's Works
| PROLOGUE. | |||
| [Enter Chorus] |
| Chorus | Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story, | ||
| That I may prompt them: and of such as have, | |||
| I humbly pray them to admit the excuse | |||
| Of time, of numbers and due course of things, | 5 | ||
| Which cannot in their huge and proper life | |||
| Be here presented. Now we bear the king | |||
| Toward Calais: grant him there; there seen, | |||
| Heave him away upon your winged thoughts | |||
| Athwart the sea. Behold, the English beach | 10 | ||
| 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. | 15 | ||
| So swift a pace hath thought that even now | |||
| You may imagine him upon Blackheath; | |||
| Where that his lords desire him to have borne | |||
| His bruised helmet and his bended sword | |||
| Before him through the city: he forbids it, | 20 | ||
| 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! | 25 | ||
| The mayor and all his brethren in best sort, | |||
| Like to the senators of the antique Rome, | |||
| With the plebeians swarming at their heels, | |||
| Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in: | |||
| As, by a lower but loving likelihood, | 30 | ||
| Were 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, | 35 | ||
| 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 | 40 | ||
| All the occurrences, whatever chanced, | |||
| Till Harry's back-return again to France: | |||
| There must we bring him; and myself have play'd | |||
| The interim, by remembering you 'tis past. | |||
| Then brook abridgment, and your eyes advance, | 45 | ||
| After your thoughts, straight back again to France. | |||
| [Exit] |
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