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   You come alone? You do not bring him back?

   La Hire! What news? What does that look announce?

   Some new calamity?

             Calamity

   Hath spent itself; sunshine is now returned.

   What is it? I implore you.

                  Summon back

   The delegates from Orleans.

                  Why? What is it?

   Summon them back! Thy fortune is reversed.

   A battle has been fought, and thou hast conquered.

   Conquered! Oh, heavenly music of that word!

   La Hire! A fabulous report deceives thee;

   Conquered! In conquest I believe no more.

   Still greater wonders thou wilt soon believe.

   Here cometh the archbishop. To thine arms

   He leadeth back Dunois.

                O beauteous flower

   Of victory, which doth the heavenly fruits

   Of peace and reconcilement bear at once!