To the usurper, murderer and bastard, who calls himself Charles, Prince of France.
Thou who were born of sinful, not a sacred wedlock and who art heir to nothing, but shame and scorn solely, know that our friend and brother, noble England, advances upon thee with his mighty force.
Thus retribution shall soon come upon thee, with castles and land rightfully forfeited in the name of the rightful King and lord of France.
Albeit, we offer thee an act of mercy, ordering thee to stand before the court of peers, so that thine punishment for this heinous crime may be decided.
We summon thee to appear with your accomplice, the heinous bastard who's called Orleans, so that the justice may be done upon thee by unbiased judges. Yet if thou choosest to flee like a hateful maggot, know that when by Fortune's wish thou art caught by us, no court nor law shall protect thee, as we shall exert upon thee an ancient law of revenge and filial vendetta.
May God have mercy on thine damned soul,
By own hand at Dijon,