Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dolph. How shall I honour thee for this successe?
Dolph. Thy promises are like Adonis Garden,
Dolph. That one day bloom'd, and fruitfull were the next.
Dolph. France, triumph in thy glorious Prophetesse,
Dolph. Recouer'd is the Towne of Orleance,
Dolph. More blessed hap did ne're befall our State.
Reigneir. Reigneir.
Reigneir. Why ring not out the Bells alowd,
Reigneir. Throughout the Towne?
Reigneir. Dolphin command the Citizens make Bonfires,
Reigneir. And feast and banquet in the open streets,
Reigneir. To celebrate the ioy that God hath giuen vs.
Alans. Alans.
Alans. All France will be repleat with mirth and ioy,
Alans. When they shall heare how we haue play'd the men.
Dolph. Dolph.
Dolph. 'Tis Ioane, not we, by whom the day is wonne:
Dolph. For which, I will diuide my Crowne with her,
Dolph. And all the Priests and Fryers in my Realme,
Dolph. Shall in procession sing her endlesse prayse.