Act V, Scene ii

[Enter Charles, Burgundy, Alencon, Bastard,Reignier, La Pucelle, and forces.]

CHARLES.:

These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping spirits:

'Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt

And turn again unto the warlike French.

ALENCON.:

Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France,

And keep not back your powers in dalliance.

PUCELLE.:

Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us;

Else, ruin combat with their palaces!

[Enter Scout.]

SCOUT.:

Success unto our valiant general,

And happiness to his accomplices!

CHARLES.:

What tidings send our scouts? I prithee, speak.

SCOUT.:

The English army, that divided was

Into two parties, is now conjoin'd in one,

And means to give you battle presently.

CHARLES.:

Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is;

But we will presently provide for them.

BURGUNDY.:

I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there:

Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.

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.

CHARLES.:

Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!

[Exeunt.]