For none would strike a stroke in his revenge. —
Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans
In spite of us, or aught that we could do.
O, would I were to die with Salisbury:
The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
\_Alarum. Retreat. Exeunt Talbot and Ms
Forces.
Scene VT.
The Same.
Flourish. Enter, on the Walls, La Pucelle, Chaeies,
Reigniek, Alencon, and Soldiers.
Puc. Advance our waving colours on the walls !
Rescu'd is Orleans from the English : —
Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.
Char. Divinest creature, Astrsa's daughter.
How shall I honour thee for this success ?
Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens.
sc. VI. KING HENRY VI. 173

That one day bloom' d, and fruitful were the next. —
France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess ! —
Re cover' d is the town of Orleans :
More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.
Reig. Why ring not out the bells aloud through-
out the town?
Dolphin, 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 wiU 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 or 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.
