You've heard my last resolve; expect no other.

         May God protect you! I can do no more.

         As thou dost turn thy back upon thy realm,

         So may the God of battle aye avert

         His visage from thee. Thou forsak'st thyself,

         So I forsake thee. Not the power combined

         Of England and rebellious Burgundy,

         Thy own mean spirit hurls thee from the throne.

         Born heroes ever were the kings of France;

         Thou wert a craven, even from thy birth.

         The king abandons you. But I will throw

         Myself into your town – my father's town —

         And 'neath its ruins find a soldier's grave.

         Oh, let him not depart in anger from thee!

         Harsh words his lips have uttered, but his heart

         Is true as gold. 'Tis he, himself, my king,

         Who loves thee, and hath often bled for thee.

         Dunois, confess, the heat of noble wrath

         Made thee forget thyself; and oh, do thou

         Forgive a faithful friend's o'erhasty speech!

         Come, let me quickly reconcile your hearts,

         Ere anger bursteth forth in quenchless flame.

         Our way lies over the Loire. Duchatel,

         See all our equipage embarked.

                          Farewell.

         Oh, if he goes, we are forsaken quite!

         Follow, La Hire! Oh, seek to soften him!

         Is, then, the sceptre such a peerless treasure?

         Is it so hard to loose it from our grasp?

         Believe me, 'tis more galling to endure

         The domineering rule of these proud vassals.

         To be dependent on their will and pleasure

         Is, to a noble heart, more bitter far

         Than to submit to fate.

                      Duchatel, go,

         And do what I commanded.

                       Oh, my king!

         No more! Thou'st heard my absolute resolve!

         Sire, with the Duke of Burgundy make peace!

         'Tis the sole outlet from destruction left!

         Thou giv'st this counsel, and thy blood alone

         Can ratify this peace.

                     Here is my head.

         I oft have risked it for thee in the fight,

         And with a joyful spirit I, for thee,

         Would lay it down upon the block of death.

         Conciliate the duke! Deliver me

         To the full measure of his wrath, and let

         My flowing blood appease the ancient hate.

         Can it be true? Am I, then, sunk so low,

         That even friends, who read my inmost heart,

         Point out for my escape the path of shame?

         Yes, now I recognize my abject fall.

         My honor is no more confided in.

         Reflect —

               Be silent, and incense me not!

         Had I ten realms, on which to turn my back,

         With my friend's life I would not purchase them.

         Do what I have commanded. Hence, and see

         My equipage embarked.

                     'Twill speedily

         Be done.

              My Agnes, be not sorrowful!

         Beyond the Loire we still shall find a France;

         We are departing to a happier land,

         Where laughs a milder, an unclouded sky,

         And gales more genial blow; we there shall meet

         More gentle manners; song abideth there,

         And love and life in richer beauty bloom.

         Oh, must I contemplate this day of woe!

         The king must roam in banishment! the son

         Depart, an exile from his father's house,

         And turn his back upon his childhood's home!

         Oh, pleasant, happy land that we forsake,