[Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENCON, BASTARD OF]
[p]ORLEANS, REIGNIER, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces]
- Charles, King of France. These news, my lord, may cheer our drooping spirits:
'Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt
And turn again unto the warlike French.
- Duke of Alencon. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France,
And keep not back your powers in dalliance.
- Joan la Pucelle. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us;
Else, ruin combat with their palaces!
- Scout. Success unto our valiant general,
And happiness to his accomplices!
- Scout. The English army, that divided was
Into two parties, is now conjoined in one,
And means to give you battle presently.
- Duke of Burgundy. I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there:
Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.
- Joan la Pucelle. Of all base passions, fear is most accursed.
Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine,
Let Henry fret and all the world repine.