Hark! By the sound of drum you may perceive
Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.
[Here sound an English march.]
There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread,
And all the troops of English after him.
[French march.]
Now in the rearward comes the Duke and his.
Fortune in favour makes him lag behind.
Summon a parley; we will talk with him.
[Trumpets sound a parley.]
CHARLES.
A parley with the Duke of Burgundy!
Enter Burgundy.
BURGUNDY.
Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?
PUCELLE.
The princely Charles of France, thy countryman.