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Henry VI part one

Act I, Scene 6

 

The same.
 
[Enter, on the walls, JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER, ALENCON, and Soldiers]
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
          ,          ,       ,       ,         ,
      Advance | our wa|ving col|ors on | the walls;
       ,            ,    ,      ,         ,
      Rescued | is Or|leans | from the | English
             ,            ,     ,         ,            ,
      Thus Joan | la Pu/celle hath | performed | her word.
 
CHARLES
         ,        ,         ,   ,         ,
      Divin|est crea|ture, As|traea's | daughter,
       ,             ,       ,          ,         ,
      How shall | I hon|or thee | for this | success?
            ,    ,          ,       ,      ,       ->
      Thy prom|ises | are like | Adon|is' gar||dens
              ,   ,       ,            ,            2      ,
      That / one day | bloomed and | fruitful | were the next.
         ,     ,                  ,    2    ,      ,
      France, tri/umph in | thy glor|ious proph|etess,
         ,        ,         ,        ,    ,
      Recov|ered is | the town | of Or|leans:
             ,       ,          ,        ,          ,
10    More bles|sed hap | did nere | befall | our state.
 
REIGNIER
            ,         ,          ,        ,           ,
      Why ring | not out | the bells | aloud,| throughout
            ,         ,         ,         ,     ,
      the town?| Dauphin | command | the cit|izens
        T   T   T           ,          ,     
      Make bonfires,| and feast | and ban|quet
      <- ,        ,        ,          ,      ,         ,
        In || the o|pen streets,| to cel|ebrate | the joy
            ,          ,      ,
      That God | hath giv|en us.  \\
 
ALENCON
            ,            ,       ,            ,          ,
      All France | will be | replete | with mirth | and joy,
             ,            ,         ,           ,          ,
      When they | shall hear | how we | have played | the men.
 
CHARLES
             ,         ,        ,         ,        ,
      'Tis Joan,| not we,| by whom | the day | is won;
            ,         ,        ,         ,           ,
      For which | I will | divide | my crown | with her,
           ,           ,           ,       ,        ,
20    And all | the priests | and fri|ars in | my realm
             ,       ,         ,         ,          ,
      Shall in | proces|sion sing | her end|less praise.
          ,    2    ,    ,        ,           ,
      A state|lier py|ramis | to her | I'll rear
             ,     ,        ,         ,     ,
      Than Rho|dope's | or Mem|phis' ev|er was:
          ,    ,       ,          ,         ,
      In mem|ory | of her | when she | is dead,
           ,       ,       ,      ,   ,
      Her ash|es, in | an urn | more pre/cious
      <-              ,    ,            ,    ,   oo
        Than || the rich-|jeweled | of Dar|ius,|
            ,            ,        ,      ,     ,
      Transpor|ted shall be | at high | festi|vals
      <-      ,          ,            ,          __     oo
        Be||fore the | kings and | queens of | France.|
          ,     2     ,        ,      ,       ___
      No lon|ger on Saint | Denis | will we | cry,
            ,            ,     ,          ,         ,
30    But Joan | la Pu/celle shall | be Fran|ce's saint.
            ,        ,        ,        ,     ,
      Come in,| and let | us ban|quet roy|ally,
       ,            ,       ,        ,     ,
      After | this gol|den day | of vic|tory.
 
[Flourish. Exeunt.]

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