The Same. |
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Flourish. Enter, on the walls, JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER, ALENÇON, and Soldiers. |
| Joan. Advance our waving colours on the walls; |
| Rescu'd is Orleans from the English: |
| Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word. |
| Char. Divinest creature, Astræa's daughter, |
| How shall I honour thee for this success? |
| Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens, |
| That one day bloom'd and fruitful were the next. |
| France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess! |
| Recover'd is the town of Orleans: |
| More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state. |
| Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the town? |
| Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires |
| And feast and banquet in the open streets, |
| To celebrate the joy that God hath given us. |
| Alen. All France will be replete with mirth and joy, |
| When they shall hear how we have play'd the men. |
| Char. 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won; |
| For which I will divide my crown with her; |
| And all the priests and friars in my realm |
| Shall in procession sing her endless praise. |
| A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear |
| Than Rhodope's or Memphis ever was: |
| In memory of her when she is dead, |
| Her ashes, in an urn more precious |
| Than the rich-jewell'd coffer of Darius, |
| Transported shall be at high festivals |
| Before the kings and queens of France. |
| No longer on Saint Denis will we cry, |
| But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint. |
| Come in, and let us banquet royally, |
| After this golden day of victory. [Flourish. Exeunt. |
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