Haufray.
(Aside.) If this goes on, he will aspire to gain the princess. (apart to the king) Men of birth, great sir—
King.
Will be most proud of him, whose zeal, at once, supports my crown, their honours, and the people's cause.
Officer.
Dread sir, your daughter, beauteous Eglantine, impatient waits you at the royal palace.
King.
Tell her, we long to clasp her to a father's bosom. Captives, your lives were spared on the condition that you receive our faith (the Saracens bow). Be preparation made, and let Religion's triumph grace our feast. Auvergne, my daughter's lips, again, shall speak her father's thanks—Our citizens of Orleans ope' their gates with loyal welcome to receive their sovereign. Thus ever may the king and people of this happy land, endeared by firm affection to each other, own the dear ties of father and of children! and, woe to those, who, with a traitor's hand, would tear the bond asunder!—Lead on.
Exeunt in procession. The King and Attendants go off thro' the city gates—The Captives, accompanied by the Friars and Nuns, enter the Monastery.