Anna Swanwick - The Maid of Orleans (Act 1 Scene 8) lyrics

LA HIRE returns, CHARLES, SOREL. SOREL You come alone? You do not bring him back? [Observing him more closely.] La Hire! What news? What does that look announce? Some new calamity? LA HIRE Calamity Hath spent itself; sunshine is now returned. SOREL What is it? I implore you. LA HIRE (to the KING) Summon back The delegates from Orleans. CHARLES Why? What is it? LA HIRE Summon them back! Thy fortune is reversed. A battle has been fought, and thou hast conquered. SOREL Conquered! Oh, heavenly music of that word! CHARLES La Hire! A fabulous report deceives thee; Conquered! In conquest I believe no more. LA HIRE Still greater wonders thou wilt soon believe. Here cometh the archbishop. To thine arms He leadeth back Dunois. SOREL O beauteous flower Of victory, which doth the heavenly fruits Of peace and reconcilement bear at once!