ize my abject fall.
My honor is no more confided in.

DUCHATEL.
Reflect----

CHARLES.
Be silent, and incense me not!
Had I ten realms, on which to turn my back,
With my friend's life I would not purchase them.
Do what I have commanded. Hence, and see
My equipage embarked.

DUCHATEL.
'Twill speedily
Be done.

[He stands up and retires. AGNES SOREL weeps passionately.

SCENE VII.

The royal palace at Chinon.
CHARLES, AGNES SOREL.

CHARLES (seizing the hand of AGNES).
My Agnes, be not sorrowful!
Beyond the Loire we still shall find a France;
We are departing to a happier land,
Where laughs a milder, an unclouded sky,
And gales more genial blow; we there shall meet
More gentle manners; song abideth there,
And love and life in richer beauty bloom.

SOREL.
Oh, must I contemplate this day of woe!
The king must roam in banishment! the son
Depart, an exile from his father's house,
And turn his back upon his childhood's home!
Oh, pleasant, happy land that we forsake,
Ne'er shall we tread thee joyously again.

SCENE VIII.

LA HIRE returns, CHARLES, SOREL.

SOREL.
You come alone? You do not bring him back?
[Observing him more closely.
La Hire! What news? What does that look announce?
Some new calamity?

LA HIRE.
Calamity
Hath spent itself; sunshine is now returned.

SOREL.
What is it? I implore you.

LA HIRE (to the KING).
Summon back
The delegates from Orleans.

CHARLES.
Why? What is it?

LA HIRE.
Summon them back! Thy fortune is reversed.
A battle has been fought, and thou hast conquered.

SOREL.
Conquered! Oh, heavenly music of that word!

CHARLES.
La Hire! A fabulous report deceives thee;
Conquered! In conquest I believe no more.

LA HIRE.
Still greater wonders thou wilt soon believe.
Here cometh the archbishop. To thine arms
He leadeth back Dunois.

SOREL.
O beauteous flower
Of victory, which doth the heavenly fruits
Of peace and reconcilement bear at once!

SCENE IX.

The same, ARCHBISHOP of RHEIMS, DUNOIS, DUCHATEL,
with RAOUL, a Knight in armor.

ARCHBISHOP (leading DUNOIS to the KING, and joining their hands).
Princes, embrace! Let rage and discord cease,
Since Heaven itself hath for our cause declared.

[DUNOIS embraces the KING.

CHARLES.
Relieve my wonder and perplexity.
What may this solemn earnestness portend?
Whence this unlooked-for change of f