Alen. The royal word is pledged.
Cha. We'll not retract it.
It may at least afford us novelty.
Let her appear.
Xaint. Why not devise some plan
To prove her truth, or to detect the fraud?
Cha. Well thought—but how?
Xaint. To thee she bears this message.
If Heaven, as she asserts, has sent her hither,
He will not fail, by certain proof, to mark
The mission his. Amongst ourselves then mingle,
And let another represent thee.
Cha. Good.
No better representative than thou;
In truth we do but play the part of king,
And thou as aptly as ourself may act it.
[They exchange places.
Enter Joan.
Xaint. Thou hast an audience asked: thy suit thus granted,
We bid thee fearlessly declare thy will.
Joan. I seek the royal ear: this is my prince!
And thus with veneration deep—