| Original text | Modern text | Key line |
| Reioyce you men of Angiers, ring your bels, | Rejoice, you men of Angiers, ring your bells! | KJ II.i.312 |
| King Iohn, your king and Englands, doth approach, | King John, your king and England's, doth approach, | KJ II.i.313 |
| Commander of this hot malicious day, | Commander of this hot malicious day. | KJ II.i.314 |
| Their Armours that march'd hence so siluer bright, | Their armours that marched hence so silver-bright | KJ II.i.315 |
| Hither returne all gilt with Frenchmens blood: | Hither return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood. | KJ II.i.316 |
| There stucke no plume in any English Crest, | There stuck no plume in any English crest | KJ II.i.317 |
| That is remoued by a staffe of France. | That is removed by a staff of France; | KJ II.i.318 |
| Our colours do returne in those same hands | Our colours do return in those same hands | KJ II.i.319 |
| That did display them when we first marcht forth: | That did display them when we first marched forth; | KJ II.i.320 |
| And like a iolly troope of Huntsmen come | And like a troop of jolly huntsmen come | KJ II.i.321 |
| Our lustie English, all with purpled hands, | Our lusty English, all with purpled hands, | KJ II.i.322 |
| Dide in the dying slaughter of their foes, | Dyed in the dying slaughter of their foes. | KJ II.i.323 |
| Open your gates, and giue the Victors way. | Open your gates and gives the victors way. | KJ II.i.324 |