Joan. Wouldst thou hear more?
Cha. Forbear!
Joan. The sword, which in the keeping of that church
Has since remained, must to my hand be given,
And thou must claim it.
Cha. Approach! (To the court.)
Omnes. Is there hope?
Cha. Reason and hope are yet at variance;
But instantly to Fierbois we will send,
And prove the truth of words declared to us.
Valancour, the embassy is thine. Haste thee,
Thy failure or success decides our movements.
Louvel protect the maid.—On his return
We will again assemble.
Scene III.—Church of St. Catherine de Fierbois.—Midnight.
Abbot and Father Austin.
Aus. Nay, rest awhile, my lord.