641 Puzel. Aduance our wauing Colours on the Walls,

642Rescu'd is Orleance from the English.

643Thus Ioane de Puzel hath perform'd her word.

644 Dolph. Diuinest Creature, Astrea's Daughter,

645How shall I honour thee for this successe?

646Thy promises are like Adonis Garden,

647That one day bloom'd, and fruitfull were the next.

648France, triumph in thy glorious Prophetesse,

649Recouer'd is the Towne of Orleance,

650More blessed hap did ne're befall our State.

651 Reigneir. Why ring not out the Bells alowd,

652Throughout the Towne?

653Dolphin command the Citizens make Bonfires,

654And feast and banquet in the open streets,

655To celebrate the ioy that God hath giuen vs.

656 Alans. All France will be repleat with mirth and ioy,

657When they shall heare how we haue play'd the men.

658 Dolph. 'Tis Ioane, not we, by whom the day is wonne:

659For which, I will diuide my Crowne with her,

660And all the Priests and Fryers in my Realme,

661Shall in procession sing her endlesse prayse.

662A statelyer Pyramis to her Ile reare,

663Then Rhodophe's or Memphis euer was.

664In memorie of her, when she is dead,

665Her Ashes, in an Vrne more precious

666Then the rich-iewel'd Coffer of Darius,

667Transported, shall be at high Festiuals

668Before the Kings and Queenes of France.

669No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry,

670But Ioane de Puzel shall be France's Saint.

671Come in, and let vs Banquet Royally,

672After this Golden Day of Victorie.