JOAN of ARC.
BOOK THE FOURTH.
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, 5
"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-urg'd; 10
For many a long league have I hasten'd on,
Not now to be repell'd." Then with strong arm
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, 5
"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-urg'd; 10
For many a long league have I hasten'd on,
Not now to be repell'd." Then with strong arm
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