| Original text | Modern text | Key line |
| You men of Angiers open wide your gates, | You men of Angiers, open wide your gates | KJ 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 made | Who by the hand of France this day hath made | KJ 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 play | And victory with little loss doth play | KJ 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 displayed | Who are at hand, triumphantly displayed, | KJ II.i.309 |
| To enter Conquerors, and to proclaime | To enter conquerors and to proclaim | KJ II.i.310 |
| Arthur of Britaine, Englands King, and yours. | Arthur of Brittaine England's king and yours. | KJ II.i.311 |