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These news, my lord, may cheer our drooping spirits: ’Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt And turn again unto the warlike French.
This news, my lord, might lift our spirits: They say the brave Parisians are rebelling And are returning to fight with the French.
Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France, And keep not back your powers in dalliance.
Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France, And don’t hold back your forces with hesitation.
Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us; Else, ruin combat with their palaces!
Peace be with them if they join us; Otherwise, let them face destruction in their palaces!
Success unto our valiant general, And happiness to his accomplices!
Success to our brave general, And good fortune to his allies!
What tidings send our scouts? I prithee, speak.
What news do our scouts bring? Please, speak.
The English army, that divided was Into two parties, is now conjoined in one, And means to give you battle presently.
The English army, which was split Into two groups, is now united, And plans to fight you right away.
Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is; But we will presently provide for them.
The warning comes a bit too suddenly, But we’ll make preparations right away.
I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there: Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.
I hope the ghost of Talbot isn’t there: Now that he’s gone, my lord, you need not worry.
Of all base passions, fear is most accursed. Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine, Let Henry fret and all the world repine.
Of all low emotions, fear is the worst. Command the victory, Charles, it will be yours, Let Henry worry and everyone else suffer.
Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!
Then go, my lords; and may France be lucky!