These news, my lords, may cheer our 2402drooping spirits.

5.2.22403'Tis said, the stout Parisians do revolt

5.2.32404And turn again unto the warlike French.

Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France,

5.2.52406And keep not back your powers in dalliance.

Peace be amongst them if they turn to us;

5.2.72408Else, ruin combat with their palaces.

Success unto our valiant general,

5.2.92411And happiness to his accomplices.

What tidings send our scouts? I prithee speak.

The English army, that divided was

5.2.122414Into two parties, is now conjoined in one,

5.2.132415And means to give you battle presently.

Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is;

5.2.152417But we will presently provide for them.

I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there.

5.2.172419Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.

Of all base passions, fear is most accursed.

5.2.192421Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine;

5.2.202422Let Henry fret and all the world repine.

Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate.