A KNIGHT [_in haste_].
CHARLES. How now?
KNIGHT. The enemy has pass'd the Marne;
Is forming as for battle.
JOANNA [_as if inspired_]. Arms and battle!
My soul has cast away its bonds! To arms!
Prepare yourselves, while I prepare the rest! [_She hastens out_
* * * * *
[_Trumpets sound with a piercing tone, and while the scene is changing
pass into a wild tumultuous sound of battle._]