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PUCELLE Exeunt.
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. [10]
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, sir, the warning is,
But we will presently provide for them. [15]
I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there.
BURGUNDY
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. [20]
CHARLES
Then on, my lords, and France be fortunate!
Scene III IT
Alarum. Excursions. Enter Joan [la] Pucelle.
