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PUCELLE. Advance our waving colours on the walls! | |
| Rescu’d is Orleans from the English wolves:— | |
| Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform’d her word. | |
| CHARLES. Divinest creature, bright Astræa’s daughter, | |
| How shall I honour thee for this success? | 5 |
| 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. | 10 |
| REIGNIER. Why ring not out the bells aloud 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. | |
| ALENÇON. All France will be replete with mirth and joy, | 15 |
| When they shall hear how we have play’d the men. | |
| CHAR. ’T is 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. | 20 |
| A statelier pyramis to her I ’ll rear, | |
| Than Rhodope’s, of Memphis, ever was: | |
| In memory of her, when she is dead, | |
| Her ashes, in an urn more precious | |
| Than the rich-jewel’d coffer of Darius, | 25 |
| Transported shall be at high festivals | |
| Before the kings and queens of France. | |
| No longer on St. Dennis will we cry, | |
| But Joan la Pucelle shall be France’s saint. | |
| Come in; and let us banquet royally, | 30 |
| After this golden day of victory. | |
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