Henry VI, Pt. 1
Act I, Scene 6
France. Before Orléans.
- Flourish. Enter on the walls Pucelle, Charles the Dauphin,
- Reignier, Alanson, and Soldiers.
Joan de Pucelle
1 - 3- Advance our waving colors on the walls,
- Rescu’d is Orléans from the English!
- Thus Joan de Pucelle hath perform’d her word.
Dauphin of France
4 - 10- Divinest creature, Astraea’s daughter,
- How shall I honor thee for this success?
- Thy promises are like Adonis’ garden,
- That one day bloom’d and fruitful were the next.
- France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess!
- Recover’d is the town of Orléans.
- More blessed hap did ne’er befall our state.
Duke of Anjou
11 - 14- 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.
Duke of Alanson
15 - 16- All France will be replete with mirth and joy,
- When they shall hear how we have play’d the men.
Dauphin of France
17 - 31- ’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 of 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 de Pucelle shall be France’s saint.
- Come in, and let us banquet royally,
- After this golden day of victory.
- Flourish. Exeunt.