CHARLES (looks at him for some time in silence, and with deep emotion).

Can it be true? Am I, then, sunk so low,

That even friends, who read my inmost heart,

Point out for my escape the path of shame?

Yes, now I recognize 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!

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