France. Plains in Anjou.
 Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENON, BASTARD, REIGNIER, and LA PUCELLE.

Charles	These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping spirits:
	'Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt,
	And turn again unto the warlike French.

Alenon	Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France,
	And keep not back your powers in dalliance.

La Pucelle	Peace be amongst them if they turn to us;
	Else ruin combat with their palaces!

                              Enter a 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.

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.
