ACT I SCENE VI | The same. | |
[
Enter, on the walls, JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES,
REIGNIER, ALENCON, and Soldiers
] |
JOAN LA PUCELLE | Advance our waving colours on the walls; |
| Rescued is Orleans from the English |
| Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word. |
CHARLES | Divinest creature, Astraea'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. |
ALENCON | All France will be replete with mirth and joy, | 15 |
| When they shall hear how we have play'd the men. |
CHARLES | '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. | 20 |
| 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-jewel'd of Darius, | 25 |
| 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, | 30 |
| After this golden day of victory. |
[Flourish. Exeunt] |