| [Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENCON, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, REIGNIER, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces] |
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| CHARLES | These news, my lord, 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. |
| JOAN LA 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 conjoined 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. |
| 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. |
| CHARLES | Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate! |
| [Exeunt] |