Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens So in the earth, to this day is not known: Late did he shine upon the English side; Now we are victors; upon us he smiles. What towns of any moment but we have? At pleasure here we lie near Orleans; Otherwhiles the famish’d English, like pale ghosts, Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.
Mars’ true influence, just like in the heavens, Is still not fully understood here on earth: He shone on the English side not long ago; But now we’re the victors; he’s smiling on us. What towns of any importance haven’t we taken? We’re camped here near Orleans at our leisure; Occasionally, the starving English, like pale ghosts, Barely besiege us for an hour each month.
Charles, the Dauphin · Act 1, Scene 2
Charles surveys the French encampment near Orleans, boasting that the god of war now smiles on France and that the starving English pose no real threat. The line matters because it is pure hubris—Charles reads fortune as permanent and the English as finished. It marks the moment before everything turns, showing how confidence in fate blinds men to the actual forces gathering against them.