Puc.
Advance our waving colours on the walls;
Rescued ^note is Orleans from the English: ^note
Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.

Char.
Divinest creature, Astræa's ^note daughter,
How shall I honour thee for this success?
Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens ^note
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 ^note bells aloud ^note throughout the town? ^note
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 ^note to her I'll rear
Than Rhodope's or Memphis' ^note ever was:
In memory of her when ^note she is dead,
Her ashes, in an urn more precious ^note
Than the rich-jewel'd coffer ^note of Darius,
Transported ^note shall be at high festivals
Before ^note the kings and queens ^note of France ^note.
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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