FRENCH HERALD
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You men of Angiers open wide your gates,You men of Angiers, open wide your gatesKJ II.i.300
And let yong Arthur Duke of Britaine in,And let young Arthur Duke of Brittaine in,KJ II.i.301
Who by the hand of France, this day hath madeWho by the hand of France this day hath madeKJ II.i.302
Much worke for teares in many an English mother,Much work for tears in many an English mother,KJ II.i.303
Whose sonnes lye scattered on the bleeding ground:Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground;KJ II.i.304
Many a widdowes husband groueling lies,Many a widow's husband grovelling lies,KJ II.i.305
Coldly embracing the discoloured earrh,Coldly embracing the discoloured earth;KJ II.i.306
And victorie with little losse doth playAnd victory with little loss doth playKJ II.i.307
Vpon the dancing banners of the French,Upon the dancing banners of the French,KJ II.i.308
Who are at hand triumphantly displayedWho are at hand, triumphantly displayed,KJ II.i.309
To enter Conquerors, and to proclaimeTo enter conquerors and to proclaimKJ II.i.310
Arthur of Britaine, Englands King, and yours.Arthur of Brittaine England's king and yours.KJ II.i.311
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