Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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F. Her. Who are at hand triumphantly displayed
F. Her. To enter Conquerors, and to proclaime
F. Her. Arthur of Britaine, Englands King, and yours.
F. Her. Enter English Herald with Trumpet.
E. Har. E. Har.
E. Har. Reioyce you men of Angiers, ring your bels,
E. Har. King Iohn, your king and Englands, doth approach,
E. Har. Commander of this hot malicious day,
E. Har. Their Armours that march'd hence so siluer bright,
E. Har. Hither returne all gilt with Frenchmens blood:
E. Har. There stuck no plume in any English Crest,
E. Har. That is remoued by a staffe of France.
E. Har. Our colours do returne in those same hands
E. Har. That did display them when we first marcht forth:
E. Har. And like a iolly troope of Huntsmen come
E. Har. Our lustie English, all with purpled hands,
E. Har. Dide in the dying slaughter of their foes,
E. Har. Open your gates, and giue the Victors way.
Hubert. Hubert.
Hubert. Heralds, from off our towres we might behold