King.Prepare we, then, to enter Calais; straightGive order for our march—Breathe forth, our instruments of war; and, asWe do approach the rugged walls, sound highThe strains of victory.
King.Prepare we, then, to enter Calais; straightGive order for our march—Breathe forth, our instruments of war; and, asWe do approach the rugged walls, sound highThe strains of victory.
King.Prepare we, then, to enter Calais; straight
Give order for our march—
Breathe forth, our instruments of war; and, as
We do approach the rugged walls, sound high
The strains of victory.
Rear, rear our English banner highIn token proud of victory!Where'er our god of battle strides,Loud sound the trump of fame!Where'er the English warrior rides,May laurel'd conquest grace his name.
Rear, rear our English banner highIn token proud of victory!Where'er our god of battle strides,Loud sound the trump of fame!Where'er the English warrior rides,May laurel'd conquest grace his name.
Rear, rear our English banner high
In token proud of victory!
Where'er our god of battle strides,
Loud sound the trump of fame!
Where'er the English warrior rides,
May laurel'd conquest grace his name.
[Exeunt omnes.