SCENE XI.
The HERALD. The same.
CHARLES.
Thy tidings, herald? What thy message! Speak!
HERALD.
Who is it, who for Charles of Valois,
The Count of Pointhieu, in this presence speaks?
DUNOIS.
Unworthy herald! base, insulting knave!
Dost thou presume the monarch of the French
Thus in his own dominions to deny?
Thou art protected by thine office, else——
HERALD.
One king alone is recognized by France,
And he resideth in the English camp.
CHARLES.
Peace, peace, good cousin! Speak thy message, herald!
HERALD.
My noble general laments the blood
Which hath already flowed, and still must flow.
Hence, in the scabbard holding back the sword,
Before by storm the town of Orleans falls,
He offers thee an amicable treaty.
CHARLES.
Proceed!
JOHANNA (stepping forward).
Permit me, Dauphin, in thy stead,
To parley with this herald.