That I may prompt them.
Now we bear the king
Towards Calais: grant him there; there 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[1] ’fore the king
Seems to prepare his way: so let him land;
And solemnly, see him set on to London.