CHARLES
These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping spirits:
said the stout Parisians do revolt
And turn again unto the warlike French.
ALENÇON
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!
SCOUT
Success unto our valiant general,
And happiness to his accomplices!
CHARLES
What tidings send our scouts? I , speak.
SCOUT
The English army, that divided was
Into two parties, is now conjoin’d in one,
And means to give you battle .
CHARLES
Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is;
But we will 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 ;
Let Henry fret and all the world repine.
CHARLES
Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!