[Rises. Joan throws herself at his feet.
Joan. My leige.
Cha. What wouldst thou? Speak.
Joan. Forgive my suit. Oh! deem me not ungrateful:—
Cancel the word, and let me sink again
Into obscurity.
Cha. It cannot be.
Still with our host remain, and lead us forth
To victory. Of this anon. Pleasure
Now claims the hours. All here must join the fête.
Scene II.—Palace.
Alençon. Du Nois.
Alen. Met in good time! If I may augur right,
The maid, our nation's pride, will need, ere long,
Support from her best friends.
Du N. What hath she done?