Enter Charles, Burgundy, Alençon, the Bastard,
Reignier, and Joan la Pucelle
These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping spirits:
'Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt
And turn again unto the warlike French.
Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France,
And keep not back your powers in dalliance.
Peace be amongst them if they turn to us;
Else ruin combat with their palaces!
Enter a Scout
Success unto our valiant general,
And happiness to his accomplices!
What tidings send our scouts? I prithee speak.
The English army, that divided was
Into two parties, is now conjoined in one,
And means to give you battle presently.
Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is,
But we will presently provide for them.
I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there.
Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.
Of all base passions fear is most accursed.
passion (n.) 1
powerful feeling, overpowering emotion [often opposed to ‘reason’]
Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine,
Let Henry fret and all the world repine.
be discontented, complain, feel dissatisfaction
Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!