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!

  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 accurs'd.

    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