succour.

A Messenger from Orleans requests immediate

The Maid takes her armour from a tomb in the church of St. Catharine. She announces her intention of marching on the morrow,

FOAN of ARC.

THE FOURTH BOOK.

The feast was spread, the sparkling bowl went round,
And to the assembled court the minstrel harp'd
The song of other days. Sudden they heard
The horn's loud blast. « This is no time for cares;
“ Feast ye the messenger without !" cried Charles, ,

Enough is given of the wearying day “ To the public weal.”

Obedient to the King The guard invites the traveller to his fare. “ Nay, I shall see the monarch,” he replied, “ And he shall hear my tidings; duty-urged, “ For many a long league have I hasten'd on, “ Not now to be repell’d.” Then with strong arm Removing him who barr’d his onward way,

FOAN of ARC

THE FOURTH BOOL

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And to the assembled court te sisse
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The horn's loud blast.
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