A KNIGHT, entering hastily.

CHARLES
What tidings? Speak!

KNIGHT
                        The foe has crossed the Marne,
And marshalleth his army for the fight.

JOHANNA (inspired)
Battle and tumult! Now my soul is free.
Arm, warriors, arm! while I prepare the troops.

[She goes out.]

CHARLES
Follow, La Hire! E'en at the gates of Rheims
They will compel us to dispute the crown!

DUNOIS
No genuine courage prompts them. This essay
Is the last effort of enraged despair.

CHARLES
I do not urge you, duke. To-day's the time
To compensate the errors of the past.
BURGUNDY
You shall be satisfied with me.

CHARLES
                        Myself
Will march before you on the path of fame;
Here, with my royal town of Rheims in view,
I'll fight, and gallantry achieve the crown.
Thy knight, my Agnes, bids thee now farewell!

AGNES (embracing him)
I do not weep, I do not tremble for thee;
My faith, unshaken, cleaveth unto God!
Heaven, were we doomed to failure, had not given
So many gracious pledges of success!
My heart doth whisper me that, victory-crowned,
In conquered Rheims, I shall embrace my king.

[Trumpets sound with a spirited tone, and while the scene
is changing pass into a wild martial strain. When the
scene opens, the orchestra joins in, accompanied by warlike
instruments behind the scene.]