ells!
The eye of man, regarding me with love,
To me is horror and profanity.

CHARLES.
Forbear! It is in vain to urge her further.

JOHANNA.
Command the trumpets of the war to sound!
This stillness doth perplex and harass me;
An inward impulse drives me from repose,
It still impels me to achieve my work,
And sternly beckons me to meet my doom.

SCENE V.

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.

SCENE VI.

The scene changes to an open country skirted with trees. During the
music soldiers are seen retreating hastily across the background.

TALBOT, leaning on FASTOLFE, and accompanied by soldiers. Soon
after, LIONEL.

TALBOT.
Here lay me down beneath the trees, and then
Betake you back, with speed, unto the fight;
I need no aid to die.

FASTOLFE.
Oh, woful day!
[LIONEL enters.
Behold what sign awaits you, Lionel!
Here lies our general wounded unto death.

LIONEL.
Now, God forbid! My noble lord, arise!
No moment this to falter and to sink.
Yield not to death. By your all-powerful will
Command your ebbing spirit still to live.

TALBOT.
In vain! The day of destiny is come,
W