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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Maid of Orleans, by Frederich Schiller
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+Title: The Maid of Orleans
+       A Tragedy
+
+Author: Frederich Schiller
+
+Release Date: October 26, 2006 [EBook #6792]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MAID OF ORLEANS ***
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+Produced by Tapio Riikonen and David Widger
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+
+            THE MAID OF ORLEANS.
+
+            By Frederich Schiller
+
+
+         Translated by Anna Swanwick
+
+
+DRAMATIS PERSONAE.
+
+CHARLES THE SEVENTH, King of France.
+QUEEN ISABEL, his Mother.
+AGNES SOREL.
+PHILIP THE GOOD, Duke of Burgundy.
+EARL DUNOIS, Bastard of Orleans.
+LA HIRE, DUCRATEL, French Offers.
+ARCHBISHOP OF RHEIMS.
+CRATILLON, A Burgundian Knight.
+RAOUL, a Lotharingian Knight.
+TALBOT, the English General,
+LIONEL, FASTOLFE, English Officers.
+MONTGOMERY, a Welshman.
+COUNCILLORS OF ORLEANS.
+AN ENGLISH HERALD.
+THIBAUT D'ARC, a wealthy Countryman.
+MARGOT, LOUISON, JOHANNA, his Daughters.
+ETIENNE, CLAUDE MARIE, RAIMOND, their Suitors.
+BERTRAND, another Countryman.
+APPARITION OF A BLACK KNIGHT.
+CHARCOAL-BURNER AND HIS WIFE.
+Soldiers and People, Officers of the Crown, Bishops, Monks, Marshals,
+ Magistrates, Courtiers, and other mute persons in the Coronation
+ Procession.
+
+
+
+
+PROLOGUE.
+
+A rural District. To the right, a Chapel with an Image of the Virgin; to
+the left, an ancient Oak.
+
+
+
+SCENE I.
+
+   THIBAUT D'ARC. His Three Daughters. Three young Shepherds,
+   their Suitors.
+
+THIBAUT.
+Ay, my good neighbors! we at least to-day
+Are Frenchmen still, free citizens and lords
+Of the old soil which our forefathers tilled.
+Who knows whom we to-morrow must obey?
+For England her triumphal banner waves
+From every wall: the blooming fields of France
+Are trampled down beneath her chargers' hoofs;
+Paris hath yielded to her conquering arms,
+And with the ancient crown of Dagobert
+Adorns the scion of a foreign race.
+Our king's descendant, disinherited,
+Must steal in secret through his own domain;
+While his first peer and nearest relative
+Contends against him in the hostile ranks;
+Ay, his unnatural mother leads them on.
+Around us towns and peaceful hamlets burn.
+Near and more near the devastating fire
+Rolls toward these vales, which yet repose in peace.
+Therefore, good neighbors, I have now resolved,
+While God still grants us safety, to provide
+For my three daughters; for 'midst war's alarms
+Women require protection, and true love
+Hath power to render lighter every load.
+   [To the first Shepherd.
+Come, Etienne! You seek my Margot's hand.
+Fields lying side by side and loving hearts
+Promise a happy union!
+   [To the second.
+            Claude! You're silent,
+And my Louison looks upon the ground?
+How, shall I separate two loving hearts
+Because you have no wealth to offer me?
+Who now has wealth? Our barns and homes afford
+Spoil to the foe, and fuel to the fires.
+In times like these a husband's faithful breast
+Affords the only shelter from the storm.
+
+LOUISON.
+My father!
+
+CLAUDE MARIE.
+      My Louison!
+
+LOUISON (embracing JOHANNA).
+             My dear sister!
+
+THIBAUT.
+I give to each a yard, a stall and herd,
+And also thirty acres; and as God
+Gave me his blessing, so I give you mine!
+
+MARGOT (embracing JOHANNA).
+Gladden our father--follow our example!
+Let this day see three unions ratified!
+
+THIBAUT.
+Now go; make all things ready; for the morn
+Shall see the wedding. Let our village friends
+Be all assembled for the festival.
+
+   [The two couples retire arm in arm.
+
+
+
+SCENE II.
+
+   THIBAUT, RAIMOND, JOHANNA.
+
+THIBAUT.
+Thy sisters, Joan, will soon be happy brides;
+I see them gladly; they rejoice my age;
+But thou, my youngest, giv'st me grief and pain.
+
+RAIMOND.
+What is the matter? Why upbraid thy child?
+
+THIBAUT.
+Here is this noble youth, the flower and pride
+Of all our village; he hath fixed on thee
+His fond affections, and for three long years
+Has wooed thee with respectful tenderness;
+But thou dost thrust him back with cold reserve.
+Nor is there one 'mong all our shepherd youths
+Who e'er can win a gracious smile from thee.
+I see thee blooming in thy youthful prime;
+Thy spring it is, the joyous time of hope;
+Thy person, like a tender flower, hath now
+Disclosed its beauty, but I vainly wait
+For love's sweet blossom genially to blow,
+And ripen joyously to golden fruit!
+Oh, that must ever grieve me, and betrays
+Some sad deficiency in nature's work!
+The heart I like not which, severe and cold,
+Expands not in the genial years of youth.
+
+RAIMOND.
+Forbear, good father! Cease to urge her thus!
+A noble, tender fruit of heavenly growth
+Is my Johanna's love, and time alone
+Bringeth the costly to maturity!
+Still she delights to range among the hills,
+And fears descending from the wild, free heath,
+To tarry 'neath the lowly roofs of men,
+Where dwell the narrow cares of humble life.
+From the deep vale, with silent wonder, oft
+I mark her, when, upon a lofty hill
+Surrounded by her flock, erect she stands,
+With noble port, and bends her earnest gaze
+Down on the small domains of earth. To me
+She looketh then, as if from other times
+She came, foreboding things of import high.
+
+THIBAUT.
+'Tis that precisely which displeases me!
+She shuns her sisters' gay companionship;
+Seeks out the desert mountains, leaves her couch
+Before the crowing of the morning cock,
+And in the dreadful hour, when men are wont
+Confidingly to seek their fellow-men,
+She, like the solitary bird, creeps forth,
+And in the fearful spirit-realm of night,
+To yon crossway repairs, and there alone
+Holds secret commune with the mountain wind.
+Wherefore this place precisely doth she choose?
+Why hither always doth she drive her flock?
+For hours together I have seen her sit
+In dreamy musing 'neath the Druid tree,
+Which every happy creature shuns with awe.
+For 'tis not holy there; an evil spirit
+Hath since the fearful pagan days of old
+Beneath its branches fixed his dread abode.
+The oldest of our villagers relate
+Strange tales of horror of the Druid tree;
+Mysterious voices of unearthly sound
+From its unhallowed shade oft meet the ear.
+Myself, when in the gloomy twilight hour
+My path once chanced to lead me near this tree,
+Beheld a spectral figure sitting there,
+Which slowly from its long and ample robe
+Stretched forth its withered hand, and beckoned me.
+But on I went with speed, nor looked behind,
+And to the care of God consigned my soul.
+
+RAIMOND (pointing to the image of the Virgin).
+Yon holy image of the Virgin blest,
+Whose presence heavenly peace diffuseth round,
+Not Satan's work, leadeth thy daughter here.
+
+THIBAUT.
+No! not in vain hath it in fearful dreams
+And apparitions strange revealed itself.
+For three successive nights I have beheld
+Johanna sitting on the throne at Rheims,
+A sparkling diadem of seven stars
+Upon her brow, the sceptre in her hand,
+From which three lilies sprung, and I, her sire,
+With her two sisters, and the noble peers,
+The earls, archbishops, and the king himself,
+Bowed down before her. In my humble home
+How could this splendor enter my poor brain?
+Oh, 'tis the prelude to some fearful fall!
+This warning dream, in pictured show, reveals
+The vain and sinful longing of her heart.
+She looks with shame upon her lowly birth.
+Because with richer beauty God hath graced
+Her form, and dowered her with wondrous gifts
+Above the other maidens of this vale,
+She in her heart indulges sinful pride,
+And pride it is through which the angels fell,
+By which the fiend of hell seduces man.
+
+RAIMOND.
+Who cherishes a purer, humbler mind
+Than doth thy pious daughter? Does she not
+With cheerful spirit work her sisters' will?
+She is more highly gifted far than they,
+Yet, like a servant maiden, it is she
+Who silently performs the humblest tasks.
+Beneath her guiding hands prosperity
+Attendeth still thy harvest and thy flocks;
+And around all she does there ceaseless flows
+A blessing, rare and unaccountable.
+
+THIBAUT.
+Ah truly! Unaccountable indeed!
+Sad horror at this blessing seizes me!
+But now no more; henceforth I will be silent.
+Shall I accuse my own beloved child?
+I can do naught but warn and pray for her.
+Yet warn I must. Oh, shun the Druid tree!
+Stay not alone, and in the midnight hour
+Break not the ground for roots, no drinks prepare,
+No characters inscribe upon the sand!
+'Tis easy to unlock the realm of spirits;
+Listening each sound, beneath a film of earth
+They lay in wait, ready to rush aloft.
+Stay not alone, for in the wilderness
+The prince of darkness tempted e'en the Lord.
+
+
+
+SCENE III.
+
+   THIBAUT, RAIMOND, JOHANNA.
+   BERTRAND enters, a helmet in his hand.
+
+RAIMOND.
+Hush! here is Bertrand coming back from town;
+What bears he in his hand?
+
+BERTRAND.
+              You look at me
+With wondering gaze; no doubt you are surprised
+To see this martial helm!
+
+THIBAUT.
+              We are indeed!
+Come, tell us how you come by it? Why bring
+This fearful omen to our peaceful vale?
+
+   [JOHANNA, who has remained indifferent during the two
+   previous scenes, becomes attentive, and steps nearer.
+
+BERTRAND.
+I scarce can tell you how I came by it.
+I had procured some tools at Vaucouleurs;
+A crowd was gathered in the market-place,
+For fugitives were just arrived in haste
+From Orleans, bringing most disastrous news.
+In tumult all the town together flocked,
+And as I forced a passage through the crowds,
+A brown Bohemian woman, with this helm,
+Approached me, eyed me narrowly, and said:
+"Fellow, you seek a helm; I know it well.
+Take this one! For a trifle it is yours."
+"Go with it to the soldiers," I replied,
+"I am a husbandman, and want no helm."
+She would not cease, however, and went on:
+"None knoweth if he may not want a helm.
+A roof of metal for the Head just now
+Is of more value than a house of stone."
+Thus she pursued me closely through the streets,
+Still offering the helm, which I refused.
+I marked it well, and saw that it was bright,
+And fair and worthy of a knightly head;
+And when in doubt I weighed it in my hand,
+The strangeness of the incident revolving,
+The woman disappeared, for suddenly
+The rushing crowd had carried her away.
+And I was left the helmet in my hand.
+
+JOHANNA (attempting eagerly to seize it).
+Give me the helmet!
+
+BERTRAND.
+           Why, what boots it you?
+It is not suited to a maiden's head.
+
+JOHANNA (seizing it from him).
+Mine is the helmet--it belongs to me!
+
+THIBAUT.
+What whim is this?
+
+RAIMOND.
+          Nay, let her have her way!
+This warlike ornament becomes her well,
+For in her bosom beats a manly heart.
+Remember how she once subdued the wolf,
+The savage monster which destroyed our herds,
+And filled the neighb'ring shepherds with dismay.
+She all alone--the lion-hearted maid
+Fought with the wolf, and from him snatched the lamb
+Which he was bearing in his bloody jaws.
+How brave soe'er the head this helm adorned,
+It cannot grace a worthier one than hers!
+
+THIBAUT (to BERTRAND).
+Relate what new disasters have occurred.
+What tidings brought the fugitives?
+
+BERTRAND.
+                   May God
+Have pity on our land, and save the king!
+In two great battles we have lost the day;
+Our foes are stationed in the heart of France,
+Far as the river Loire our lands are theirs--
+Now their whole force they have combined, and lay
+Close siege to Orleans.
+
+THIBAUT.
+             God protect the king!
+
+BERTRAND.
+Artillery is brought from every side,
+And as the dusky squadrons of the bees
+Swarm round the hive upon a summer day,
+As clouds of locusts from the sultry air
+Descend and shroud the country round for miles,
+So doth the cloud of war, o'er Orleans' fields,
+Pour forth its many-nationed multitudes,
+Whose varied speech, in wild confusion blent,
+With strange and hollow murmurs fill the air.
+For Burgundy, the mighty potentate,
+Conducts his motley host; the Hennegarians,
+The men of Liege and of Luxemburg,
+The people of Namur, and those who dwell
+In fair Brabant; the wealthy men of Ghent,
+Who boast their velvets, and their costly silks;
+The Zealanders, whose cleanly towns appear
+Emerging from the ocean; Hollanders
+Who milk the lowing herds; men from Utrecht,
+And even from West Friesland's distant realm,
+Who look towards the ice-pole--all combine,
+Beneath the banner of the powerful duke,
+Together to accomplish Orleans' fall.
+
+THIBAUT.
+Oh, the unblest, the lamentable strife,
+Which turns the arms of France against itself!
+
+BERTRAND.
+E'en she, the mother-queen, proud Isabel
+Bavaria's haughty princess--may be seen,
+Arrayed in armor, riding through the camp;
+With poisonous words of irony she fires
+The hostile troops to fury 'gainst her son,
+Whom she hath clasped to her maternal breast.
+
+THIBAUT.
+A curse upon her, and may God prepare
+For her a death like haughty Jezebel's!
+
+BERTRAND.
+The fearful Salisbury conducts the siege,
+The town-destroyer; with him Lionel,
+The brother of the lion; Talbot, too,
+Who, with his murd'rous weapon, moweth down
+The people in the battle: they have sworn,
+With ruthless insolence to doom to shame
+The hapless maidens, and to sacrifice
+All who the sword have wielded, with the sword.
+Four lofty watch-towers, to o'ertop the town,
+They have upreared; Earl Salisbury from on high
+Casteth abroad his cruel, murd'rous glance,
+And marks the rapid wanderers in the streets.
+Thousands of cannon-balls, of pond'rous weight,
+Are hurled into the city. Churches lie
+In ruined heaps, and Notre Dame's royal tower
+Begins at length to bow its lofty head.
+They also have formed powder-vaults below,
+And thus, above a subterranean hell,
+The timid city every hour expects,
+'Midst crashing thunder, to break forth in flames.
+
+   [JOHANNA listens with close attention, and places
+   the helmet on her head.
+
+THIBAUT.
+But where were then our heroes? Where the swords
+Of Saintrailles, and La Hire, and brave Dunois,
+Of France the bulwark, that the haughty foe
+With such impetuous force thus onward rushed?
+Where is the king? Can he supinely see
+His kingdom's peril and his cities' fall?
+
+BERTRAND.
+The king at Chinon holds his court; he lacks
+Soldiers to keep the field. Of what avail
+The leader's courage, and the hero's arm,
+When pallid fear doth paralyze the host?
+A sudden panic, as if sent from God,
+Unnerves the courage of the bravest men.
+In vain the summons of the king resounds
+As when the howling of the wolf is heard,
+The sheep in terror gather side by side,
+So Frenchmen, careless of their ancient fame,
+Seek only now the shelter of the towns.
+One knight alone, I have been told, has brought
+A feeble company, and joins the king
+With sixteen banners.
+
+JOHANNA (quickly).
+            What's the hero's name?
+
+BERTRAND.
+'Tis Baudricour. But much I fear the knight
+Will not be able to elude the foe,
+Who track him closely with too numerous hosts.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Where halts the knight? Pray tell me, if you know.
+
+BERTRAND.
+About a one day's march from Vaucouleurs.
+
+THIBAUT (to JOHANNA).
+Why, what is that to thee? Thou dost inquire
+Concerning matters which become thee not.
+
+BERTRAND.
+The foe being now so strong, and from the king
+No safety to be hoped, at Vaucouleurs
+They have with unanimity resolved
+To yield them to the Duke of Burgundy.
+Thus we avoid the foreign yoke, and still
+Continue by our ancient royal line;
+Ay, to the ancient crown we may fall back
+Should France and Burgundy be reconciled.
+
+JOHANNA (as if inspired).
+Speak not of treaty! Speak not of surrender!
+The savior comes, he arms him for the fight.
+The fortunes of the foe before the walls
+Of Orleans shall be wrecked! His hour is come,
+He now is ready for the reaper's hand,
+And with her sickle will the maid appear,
+And mow to earth the harvest of his pride.
+She from the heavens will tear his glory down,
+Which he had hung aloft among the stars;
+Despair not! Fly not! for ere yonder corn
+Assumes its golden hue, or ere the moon
+Displays her perfect orb, no English horse
+Shall drink the rolling waters of the Loire.
+
+BERTRAND.
+Alas! no miracle will happen now!
+
+JOHANNA.
+Yes, there shall yet be one--a snow-white dove
+Shall fly, and with the eagle's boldness, tear
+The birds of prey which rend her fatherland.
+She shall o'erthrow this haughty Burgundy,
+Betrayer of the kingdom; Talbot, too,
+The hundred-handed, heaven-defying scourge;
+This Salisbury, who violates our fanes,
+And all these island robbers shall she drive
+Before her like a flock of timid lambs.
+The Lord will be with her, the God of battle;
+A weak and trembling creature he will choose,
+And through a tender maid proclaim his power,
+For he is the Almighty!
+
+THIBAULT.
+             What strange power
+Hath seized the maiden?
+
+RAIMOND.
+             Doubtless 'tis the helmet
+Which doth inspire her with such martial thoughts.
+Look at your daughter. Mark her flashing eye,
+Her glowing cheek, which kindles as with fire.
+
+JOHANNA.
+This realm shall fall! This ancient land of fame,
+The fairest that, in his majestic course,
+The eternal sun surveys--this paradise,
+Which, as the apple of his eye, God loves--
+Endure the fetters of a foreign yoke?
+Here were the heathen scattered, and the cross
+And holy image first were planted here;
+Here rest St. Louis' ashes, and from hence
+The troops went forth who set Jerusalem free.
+
+BERTRAND (in astonishment).
+Hark how she speaks! Why, whence can she obtain
+This glorious revelation? Father Arc!
+A wondrous daughter God hath given you!
+
+JOHANNA.
+We shall no longer serve a native prince!
+The king, who never dies, shall pass away--
+The guardian of the sacred plough, who fills
+The earth with plenty, who protects our herds,
+Who frees the bondmen from captivity,
+Who gathers all his cities round his throne--
+Who aids the helpless, and appals the base,
+Who envies no one, for he reigns supreme;
+Who is a mortal, yet an angel too,
+Dispensing mercy on the hostile earth.
+For the king's throne, which glitters o'er with gold,
+Affords a shelter for the destitute;
+Power and compassion meet together there,
+The guilty tremble, but the just draw near,
+And with the guardian lion fearless sport!
+The stranger king, who cometh from afar,
+Whose fathers' sacred ashes do not lie
+Interred among us; can he love our land?
+Who was not young among our youth, whose heart
+Respondeth not to our familiar words,
+Can he be as a father to our sons?
+
+THIBAUT.
+God save the king and France! We're peaceful folk,
+Who neither wield the sword, nor rein the steed.
+--Let us await the king whom victory crowns;
+The fate of battle is the voice of God.
+He is our lord who crowns himself at Rheims,
+And on his head receives the holy oil.
+--Come, now to work! come! and let every one
+Think only of the duty of the hour!
+Let the earth's great ones for the earth contend,
+Untroubled we may view the desolation,
+For steadfast stand the acres which we till.
+The flames consume our villages, our corn
+Is trampled 'neath the tread of warlike steeds;
+With the new spring new harvests reappear,
+And our light huts are quickly reared again!
+
+   [They all retire except the maiden.
+
+
+
+SCENE IV.
+
+JOHANNA (alone).
+
+Farewell ye mountains, ye beloved glades,
+Ye lone and peaceful valleys, fare ye well!
+Through you Johanna never more may stray!
+For, ay, Johanna bids you now farewell.
+Ye meads which I have watered, and ye trees
+Which I have planted, still in beauty bloom!
+Farewell ye grottos, and ye crystal springs!
+Sweet echo, vocal spirit of the vale.
+Who sang'st responsive to my simple strain,
+Johanna goes, and ne'er returns again.
+
+Ye scenes where all my tranquil joys
+I knew, Forever now I leave you far behind!
+Poor foldless lambs, no shepherd now have you!
+O'er the wide heath stray henceforth unconfined!
+For I to danger's field, of crimson hue,
+Am summoned hence another flock to find.
+Such is to me the spirit's high behest;
+No earthly, vain ambition fires my breast.
+
+For who in glory did on Horeb's height
+Descend to Moses in the bush of flame,
+And bade him go and stand in Pharaoh's sight--
+Who once to Israel's pious shepherd came,
+And sent him forth, his champion in the fight,--
+Who aye hath loved the lowly shepherd train,--
+He, from these leafy boughs, thus spake to me,
+"Go forth! Thou shalt on earth my witness be.
+
+"Thou in rude armor must thy limbs invest,
+A plate of steel upon thy bosom wear;
+Vain earthly love may never stir thy breast,
+Nor passion's sinful glow be kindled there.
+Ne'er with the bride-wreath shall thy locks be dressed,
+Nor on thy bosom bloom an infant fair;
+But war's triumphant glory shall be thine;
+Thy martial fame all women's shall outshine.
+
+"For when in fight the stoutest hearts despair,
+When direful ruin threatens France, forlorn,
+Then thou aloft my oriflamme shalt bear,
+And swiftly as the reaper mows the corn,
+Thou shalt lay low the haughty conqueror;
+His fortune's wheel thou rapidly shalt turn,
+To Gaul's heroic sons deliverance bring,
+Relieve beleaguered Rheims, and crown thy king!"
+
+The heavenly spirit promised me a sign;
+He sends the helmet, it hath come from him.
+Its iron filleth me with strength divine,
+I feel the courage of the cherubim;
+As with the rushing of a mighty wind
+It drives me forth to join the battles din;
+The clanging trumpets sound, the chargers rear,
+And the loud war-cry thunders in mine ear.
+
+             [She goes out.
+
+
+
+
+ACT I.
+
+SCENE I.
+
+   The royal residence at Chinon.
+   DUNOIS and DUCHATEL.
+
+DUNOIS.
+No longer I'll endure it. I renounce
+This recreant monarch who forsakes himself.
+My valiant heart doth bleed, and I could rain
+Hot tear-drops from mine eyes, that robber-swords
+Partition thus the royal realm of France;
+That cities, ancient as the monarchy,
+Deliver to the foe the rusty keys,
+While here in idle and inglorious ease
+We lose the precious season of redemption.
+Tidings of Orleans' peril reach mine ear,
+Hither I sped from distant Normandy,
+Thinking, arrayed in panoply of war,
+To find the monarch with his marshalled hosts;
+And find him--here! begirt with troubadours,
+And juggling knaves, engaged in solving riddles,
+And planning festivals in Sorel's honor,
+As brooded o'er the land profoundest peace!
+The Constable hath gone; he will not brook
+Longer the spectacle of shame. I, too,
+Depart, and leave him to his evil fate.
+
+DUCHATEL.
+Here comes the king.
+
+
+
+SCENE II.
+
+   KING CHARLES. The same.
+
+CHARLES.
+The Constable hath sent us back his sword
+And doth renounce our service. Now, by heaven!
+He thus hath rid us of a churlish man,
+Who insolently sought to lord it o'er us.
+
+DUNOIS.
+A man is precious in such perilous times;
+I would not deal thus lightly with his loss.
+
+CHARLES.
+Thou speakest thus from love of opposition;
+While he was here thou never wert his friend.
+
+DUNOIS.
+He was a tiresome, proud, vexatious fool,
+Who never could resolve. For once, however,
+He hath resolved. Betimes he goeth hence,
+Where honor can no longer be achieved.
+
+CHARLES.
+Thou'rt in a pleasant humor; undisturbed
+I'll leave thee to enjoy it. Hark, Duchatel!
+Ambassadors are here from old King Rene,
+Of tuneful songs the master, far renowned.
+Let them as honored guests be entertained,
+And unto each present a chain of gold.
+   [To the Bastard.
+Why smilest thou, Dunois?
+
+DUNOIS.
+              That from thy mouth
+Thou shakest golden chains.
+
+DUCHATEL.
+               Alas! my king!
+No gold existeth in thy treasury.
+
+CHARLES.
+Then gold must be procured. It must not be
+That bards unhonored from our court depart.
+'Tis they who make our barren sceptre bloom,
+'Tis they who wreath around our fruitless crown
+Life's joyous branch of never-fading green.
+Reigning, they justly rank themselves as kings,
+Of gentle wishes they erect their throne,
+Their harmless realm existeth not in space;
+Hence should the bard accompany the king,
+Life's higher sphere the heritage of both!
+
+DUCHATEL.
+My royal liege! I sought to spare thine ear
+So long as aid and counsel could be found;
+Now dire necessity doth loose my tongue.
+Naught hast thou now in presents to bestow,
+Thou hast not wherewithal to live to-morrow!
+The spring-tide of thy fortune is run out,
+And lowest ebb is in thy treasury!
+The soldiers, disappointed of their pay,
+With sullen murmurs, threaten to retire.
+My counsel faileth, not with royal splendor
+But meagerly, to furnish out thy household.
+
+CHARLES.
+My royal customs pledge, and borrow gold
+From the Lombardians.
+
+DUCHATEL.
+            Sire, thy revenues,
+Thy royal customs are for three years pledged.
+
+DUNOIS.
+And pledge meanwhile and kingdom both are lost.
+
+CHARLES.
+Still many rich and beauteous lands are ours.
+
+DUNOIS.
+So long as God and Talbot's sword permit!
+When Orleans falleth into English hands
+Then with King Rene thou may'st tend thy sheep!
+
+CHARLES.
+Still at this king thou lov'st to point thy jest;
+Yet 'tis this lackland monarch who to-day
+Hath with a princely crown invested me.
+
+DUNOIS.
+Not, in the name of heaven, with that of Naples,
+Which is for sale, I hear, since he kept sheep.
+
+CHARLES.
+It is a sportive festival, a jest,
+Wherein he giveth to his fancy play,
+To found a world all innocent and pure
+In this barbaric, rude reality.
+Yet noble--ay, right royal is his aim!
+He will again restore the golden age,
+When gentle manners reigned, when faithful love
+The heroic hearts of valiant knights inspired,
+And noble women, whose accomplished taste
+Diffuseth grace around, in judgment sat.
+The old man dwelleth in those bygone times,
+And in our workday world would realize
+The dreams of ancient bards, who picture life
+'Mid bowers celestial, throned on golden clouds.
+He hath established hence a court of love
+Where valiant knights may dwell, and homage yield
+To noble women, who are there enthroned,
+And where pure love and true may find a home.
+Me he hath chosen as the prince of love.
+
+DUNOIS.
+I am not such a base, degenerate churl
+As love's dominion rudely to assail.
+I am her son, from her derive my name,
+And in her kingdom lies my heritage.
+The Prince of Orleans was my sire, and while
+No woman's heart was proof against his love,
+No hostile fortress could withstand his shock!
+Wilt thou, indeed, with honor name thyself
+The prince of love--be bravest of the brave!
+As I have read in those old chronicles,
+Love aye went coupled with heroic deeds,
+And valiant heroes, not inglorious shepherds,
+So legends tell us, graced King Arthur's board.
+The man whose valor is not beauty's shield
+Is all unworthy of her golden prize.
+Here the arena! combat for the crown,
+Thy royal heritage! With knightly sword
+Thy lady's honor and thy realm defend--
+And hast thou with hot valor snatched the crown
+From streams of hostile blood,--then is the time,
+And it would well become thee as a prince,
+Love's myrtle chaplet round thy brows to wreathe.
+
+CHARLES (to a PAGE, who enters).
+What is the matter?
+
+PAGE.
+           Senators from Orleans
+Entreat an audience, sire.
+
+CHARLES.
+              Conduct them hither!
+   [PAGE retires.
+Doubtless they succor need; what can I do,
+Myself all-succorless!
+
+
+
+SCENE III.
+
+   The same. Three SENATORS.
+
+CHARLES.
+Welcome, my trusty citizens of Orleans!
+What tidings bring ye from my faithful town?
+Doth she continue with her wonted zeal
+Still bravely to withstand the leaguering foe?
+
+SENATOR.
+Ah, sire! the city's peril is extreme;
+And giant ruin, waxing hour by hour,
+Still onward strides. The bulwarks are destroyed--
+The foe at each assault advantage gains;
+Bare of defenders are the city walls,
+For with rash valor forth our soldiers rush,
+While few, alas! return to view their homes,
+And famine's scourge impendeth o'er the town.
+In this extremity the noble Count
+Of Rochepierre, commander of the town,
+Hath made a compact with the enemy,
+According to old custom, to yield up,
+On the twelfth day, the city to the foe,
+Unless, meanwhile, before the town appear
+A host of magnitude to raise the siege.
+
+   [DUNOIS manifests the strongest indignation.
+
+CHARLES.
+The interval is brief.
+
+SENATOR.
+            We hither come,
+Attended by a hostile retinue,
+To implore thee, sire, to pity thy poor town,
+And to send succor ere the appointed day,
+When, if still unrelieved, she must surrender.
+
+DUNOIS.
+And could Saintrailles consent to give his voice
+To such a shameful compact?
+
+SENATOR.
+               Never, sir!
+Long as the hero lived, none dared to breathe
+A single word of treaty or surrender.
+
+DUNOIS.
+He then is dead?
+
+SENATOR.
+         The noble hero fell,
+His monarch's cause defending on our walls.
+
+CHARLES.
+What! Saintrailles dead! Oh, in that single man
+A host is foundered!
+
+   [A Knight enters and speaks apart with DUNOIS,
+   who starts with surprise.
+
+DUNOIS.
+           That too!
+
+CHARLES.
+                 Well? What is it?
+
+DUNOIS.
+Count Douglass sendeth here. The Scottish troops
+Revolt, and threaten to retire at once.
+Unless their full arrears are paid to-day.
+
+CHARLES.
+Duchatel!
+
+DUCHATEL (shrugs his shoulders).
+     Sire! I know not what to counsel.
+
+CHARLES.
+Pledge, promise all, even unto half my realm.
+
+DUCHATEL.
+'Tis vain! They have been fed with hope too often.
+
+CHARLES.
+They are the finest troops of all my hosts!
+They must not now, not now abandon me!
+
+SENATOR (throwing himself at the KING'S feet).
+Oh, king, assist us! Think of our distress!
+
+CHARLES (in despair).
+How! Can I summon armies from the earth?
+Or grow a cornfield on my open palm?
+Rend me in pieces! Pluck my bleeding heart
+Forth from my breast, and coin it 'stead of gold!
+I've blood for you, but neither gold nor troops.
+
+   [He sees SOREL approach, and hastens towards her
+   with outstretched arms.
+
+
+
+SCENE IV.
+
+   The same. AGNES SOREL, a casket in her hand.
+
+CHARLES.
+My Agnes! Oh, my love! My dearest life!
+Thou comest here to snatch me from despair!
+Refuge I take within thy loving arms!
+Possessing thee I feel that nothing is lost.
+
+SOREL.
+My king, beloved!
+   [looking round with an anxious, inquiring gaze.
+          Dunois! Say, is it true,
+Duchatel?
+
+DUCHATEL.
+      'Tis, alas!
+
+SOREL.
+            So great the need?
+No treasure left? The soldiers will disband?
+
+DUCHATEL.
+Alas! It is too true!
+
+SOREL (giving him the casket).
+            Here-here is gold,
+Here too are jewels! Melt my silver down!
+Sell, pledge my castles--on my fair domains
+In Provence--treasure raise, turn all to gold,
+Appease the troops! No time to be lost!
+
+        [She urges him to depart.
+
+CHARLES.
+Well now, Dunois! Duchatel! Do ye still
+Account me poor, when I possess the crown
+Of womankind? She's nobly born as I;
+The royal blood of Valois not more pure;
+The most exalted throne she would adorn--
+Yet she rejects it with disdain, and claims
+No other title than to be my love.
+No gift more costly will she e'er receive
+Than early flower in winter, or rare fruit!
+No sacrifice on my part she permits,
+Yet sacrificeth all she had to me!
+With generous spirit she doth venture all
+Her wealth and fortune in my sinking bark.
+
+DUNOIS.
+Ay, she is mad indeed, my king, as thou;
+She throws her all into a burning house,
+And draweth water in the leaky vessel
+Of the Danaides. Thee she will not save,
+And in thy ruin but involve herself.
+
+SOREL.
+Believe him not! Full many a time he hath
+Perilled his life for thee, and now, forsooth,
+Chafeth because I risk my worthless gold!
+How? Have I freely sacrificed to thee
+What is esteemed far more than gold and pearls,
+And shall I now hold back the gifts of fortune?
+Oh, come! Let my example challenge thee
+To noble self-denial! Let's at once
+Cast off the needless ornaments of life!
+Thy courtiers metamorphose into soldiers;
+Thy gold transmute to iron; all thou hast,
+With resolute daring, venture for thy crown!
+Peril and want we will participate!
+Let us bestride the war-horse, and expose
+Our tender person to the fiery glow
+Of the hot sun, take for our canopy
+The clouds above, and make the stones our pillow.
+The rudest warrior, when he sees his king
+Bear hardship and privation like the meanest
+Will patiently endure his own hard lot!
+
+CHARLES (laughing).
+Ay! now is realized an ancient word
+Of prophesy, once uttered by a nun
+Of Clairmont, in prophetic mood, who said,
+That through a woman's aid I o'er my foes
+Should triumph, and achieve my father's crown.
+Far off I sought her in the English camp;
+I strove to reconcile a mother's heart;
+Here stands the heroine--my guide to Rheims!
+My Agnes! I shall triumph through thy love!
+
+SOREL.
+Thou'lt triumph through the valiant swords of friends.
+
+CHARLES.
+And from my foes' dissensions much I hope
+For sure intelligence hath reached mine ear,
+That 'twixt these English lords and Burgundy
+Things do not stand precisely as they did;
+Hence to the duke I have despatched La Hire,
+To try if he can lead my angry vassal
+Back to his ancient loyalty and faith:
+Each moment now I look for his return.
+
+DUCHATEL (at the window).
+A knight e'en now dismounteth in the court.
+
+CHARLES.
+A welcome messenger! We soon shall learn
+Whether we're doomed to conquer or to yield.
+
+
+
+SCENE V.
+
+   The same. LA HIRE.
+
+CHARLES (meeting him).
+Hope bringest thou, or not? Be brief, La Hire,
+Out with thy tidings! What must we expect?
+
+LA HIRE.
+Expect naught, sire, save from thine own good sword.
+
+CHARLES.
+The haughty duke will not be reconciled!
+Speak! How did he receive my embassy?
+
+LA HIRE.
+His first and unconditional demand,
+Ere he consent to listen to thine errand,
+Is that Duchatel be delivered up,
+Whom he doth name the murderer of his sire.
+
+CHARLES.
+This base condition we reject with scorn!
+
+LA HIRE.
+Then be the league dissolved ere it commence!
+
+CHARLES.
+Hast thou thereon, as I commanded thee,
+Challenged the duke to meet him in fair fight
+On Montereau's bridge, whereon his father fell?
+
+LA HIRE.
+Before him on the ground I flung thy glove,
+And said: "Thou wouldst forget thy majesty,
+And like a knight do battle for thy realm."
+He scornfully rejoined "He needed not
+To fight for that which he possessed already,
+But if thou wert so eager for the fray,
+Before the walls of Orleans thou wouldst find him,
+Whither he purposed going on the morrow;"
+Thereon he laughing turned his back upon me.
+
+CHARLES.
+Say, did not justice raise her sacred voice,
+Within the precincts of my parliament?
+
+LA HIRE.
+The rage of party, sire, hath silenced her.
+An edict of the parliament declares
+Thee and thy race excluded from the throne.
+
+DUNOIS.
+These upstart burghers' haughty insolence!
+
+CHARLES.
+Hast thou attempted with my mother aught?
+
+LA HIRE.
+With her?
+
+CHARLES.
+      Ay! How did she demean herself?
+
+LA HIRE (after a few moments' reflection).
+I chanced to step within St. Denis' walls
+Precisely at the royal coronation.
+The crowds were dressed as for a festival;
+Triumphal arches rose in every street
+Through which the English monarch was to pass.
+The way was strewed with flowers, and with huzzas,
+As France some brilliant conquest had achieved,
+The people thronged around the royal car.
+
+SOREL.
+They could huzza--huzza, while trampling thus
+Upon a gracious sovereign's loving heart!
+
+LA HIRE.
+I saw young Harry Lancaster--the boy--
+On good St. Lewis' regal chair enthroned;
+On either side his haughty uncles stood,
+Bedford and Gloucester, and before him kneeled,
+To render homage for his lands, Duke Philip.
+
+CHARLES.
+Oh, peer dishonored! Oh, unworthy cousin!
+
+LA HIRE.
+The child was timid, and his footing lost
+As up the steps he mounted towards the throne.
+An evil omen! murmured forth the crowd,
+And scornful laughter burst on every side.
+Then forward stepped Queen Isabel--thy mother,
+And--but it angers me to utter it!
+
+CHARLES.
+                  Say on.
+
+LA HIRE.
+Within her arms she clasped the boy,
+And herself placed him on thy father's throne.
+
+CHARLES.
+Oh, mother! mother!
+
+LA HIRE.
+           E'en the murderous bands
+Of the Burgundians, at this spectacle,
+Evinced some tokens of indignant shame.
+The queen perceived it, and addressed the crowds,
+Exclaiming with loud voice: "Be grateful, Frenchmen,
+That I engraft upon a sickly stock
+A healthy scion, and redeem you from
+The misbegotten son of a mad sire!"
+
+   [The KING hides his face; AGNES hastens towards him
+   and clasps him in her arms; all the bystanders express
+   aversion and horror.
+
+DUNOIS.
+She-wolf of France! Rage-breathing Megara!
+
+CHARLES (after a pause, to the SENATORS).
+Yourselves have heard the posture of affairs.
+Delay no longer, back return to Orleans,
+And bear this message to my faithful town;
+I do absolve my subjects from their oath,
+Their own best interests let them now consult,
+And yield them to the Duke of Burgundy;
+'Yclept the Good, he need must prove humane.
+
+DUNOIS.
+What say'st thou, sire? Thou wilt abandon Orleans!
+
+SENATOR (kneels down).
+My king! Abandon not thy faithful town!
+Consign her not to England's harsh control.
+She is a precious jewel in the crown,
+And none hath more inviolate faith maintained
+Towards the kings, thy royal ancestors.
+
+DUNOIS.
+Have we been routed? Is it lawful, sire,
+To leave the English masters of the field,
+Without a single stroke to save the town?
+And thinkest thou, with careless breath, forsooth,
+Ere blood hath flowed, rashly to give away
+The fairest city from the heart of France?
+
+CHARLES.
+Blood hath been poured forth freely, and in vain
+The hand of heaven is visibly against me;
+In every battle is my host o'erthrown,
+I am rejected of my parliament,
+My capital, my people, hail me foe,
+Those of my blood,--my nearest relatives,--
+Forsake me and betray--and my own mother
+Doth nurture at her breast the hostile brood.
+Beyond the Loire we will retire, and yield
+To the o'ermastering hand of destiny
+Which sideth with the English.
+
+SOREL.
+                God forbid
+That we in weak despair should quit this realm!
+This utterance came not from thy heart, my king,
+Thy noble heart, which hath been sorely riven
+By the fell deed of thy unnatural mother,
+Thou'lt be thyself again, right valiantly
+Thou'lt battle with thine adverse destiny,
+Which doth oppose thee with relentless ire.
+
+CHARLES (lost in gloomy thought).
+Is it not true? A dark and ominous doom
+Impendeth o'er the heaven-abandoned house
+Of Valois--there preside the avenging powers,
+To whom a mother's crime unbarred the way.
+For thirty years my sire in madness raved;
+Already have three elder brothers been
+Mowed down by death; 'tis the decree of heaven,
+The house of the Sixth Charles is doomed to fall.
+
+SOREL.
+In thee 'twill rise with renovated life!
+Oh, in thyself have faith!--believe me, king,
+Not vainly hath a gracious destiny
+Redeemed thee from the ruin of thy house,
+And by thy brethren's death exalted thee,
+The youngest born, to an unlooked-for throne
+Heaven in thy gentle spirit hath prepared
+The leech to remedy the thousand ills
+By party rage inflicted on the land.
+The flames of civil discord thou wilt quench,
+And my heart tells me thou'lt establish peace,
+And found anew the monarchy of France.
+
+CHARLES.
+Not I! The rude and storm-vexed times require
+A pilot formed by nature to command.
+A peaceful nation I could render happy
+A wild, rebellious people not subdue.
+I never with the sword could open hearts
+Against me closed in hatred's cold reserve.
+
+SOREL.
+The people's eye is dimmed, an error blinds them,
+But this delusion will not long endure;
+The day is not far distant when the love
+Deep rooted in the bosom of the French,
+Towards their native monarch, will revive,
+Together with the ancient jealousy,
+Which forms a barrier 'twixt the hostile nations.
+The haughty foe precipitates his doom.
+Hence, with rash haste abandon not the field,
+With dauntless front contest each foot of ground,
+As thine own heart defend the town of Orleans!
+Let every boat be sunk beneath the wave,
+Each bridge be burned, sooner than carry thee
+Across the Loire, the boundary of thy realm,
+The Stygian flood, o'er which there's no return.
+
+CHARLES.
+What could be done I have done. I have offered,
+In single fight, to combat for the crown.
+I was refused. In vain my people bleed,
+In vain my towns are levelled with the dust.
+Shall I, like that unnatural mother, see
+My child in pieces severed with the sword?
+No; I forego my claim, that it may live.
+
+DUNOIS.
+How, sire! Is this fit language for a king?
+Is a crown thus renounced? Thy meanest subject,
+For his opinion's sake, his hate and love,
+Sets property and life upon a cast;
+When civil war hangs out her bloody flag,
+Each private end is drowned in party zeal.
+The husbandman forsakes his plough, the wife
+Neglects her distaff; children, and old men,
+Don the rude garb of war; the citizen
+Consigns his town to the devouring flames,
+The peasant burns the produce of his fields;
+And all to injure or advantage thee,
+And to achieve the purpose of his heart.
+Men show no mercy, and they wish for none,
+When they at honor's call maintain the fight,
+Or for their idols or their gods contend.
+A truce to such effeminate pity, then,
+Which is not suited to a monarch's breast.
+Thou didst not heedlessly provoke the war;
+As it commenced, so let it spend its fury.
+It is the law of destiny that nations
+Should for their monarchs immolate themselves.
+We Frenchmen recognize this sacred law,
+Nor would annul it. Base, indeed, the nation
+That for its honor ventures not its all.
+
+CHARLES (to the SENATORS).
+You've heard my last resolve; expect no other.
+May God protect you! I can do no more.
+
+DUNOIS.
+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.
+   [To the SENATORS.
+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.
+
+   [He is about to depart. AGNES SOREL detains him.
+
+SOREL (to the KING).
+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.
+
+   [DUNOIS looks fixedly at the KING, and appears to await an answer.
+
+CHARLES.
+Our way lies over the Loire. Duchatel,
+See all our equipage embarked.
+
+DUNOIS (quickly to SOREL).
+                 Farewell.
+
+   [He turns quickly round, and goes out. The SENATORS follow.
+
+SOREL (wringing her hands in despair).
+Oh, if he goes, we are forsaken quite!
+Follow, La Hire! Oh, seek to soften him!
+
+           [LA HIRE goes out.
+
+
+
+SCENE VI.
+
+   CHARLES, SOREL, DUCHATEL.
+
+CHARLES.
+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.
+   [To DUCHATEL, who still lingers.
+             Duchatel, go,
+And do what I commanded.
+
+DUCHATEL (throws himself at the KING'S feet).
+              Oh, my king!
+
+CHARLES.
+No more! Thou'st heard my absolute resolve!
+
+DUCHATEL.
+Sire, with the Duke of Burgundy make peace!
+'Tis the sole outlet from destruction left!
+
+CHARLES.
+Thou giv'st this counsel, and thy blood alone
+Can ratify this peace.
+
+DUCHATEL.
+            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.
+
+CHARLES (looks at him for some time in silence, and with deep emotion).
+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.
+
+DUCHATEL.
+Reflect----
+
+CHARLES.
+      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.
+
+DUCHATEL.
+            'Twill speedily
+Be done.
+
+   [He stands up and retires. AGNES SOREL weeps passionately.
+
+
+
+SCENE VII.
+
+   The royal palace at Chinon.
+   CHARLES, AGNES SOREL.
+
+CHARLES (seizing the hand of AGNES).
+     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.
+
+SOREL.
+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,
+Ne'er shall we tread thee joyously again.
+
+
+
+SCENE VIII.
+
+   LA HIRE returns, CHARLES, SOREL.
+
+SOREL.
+You come alone? You do not bring him back?
+   [Observing him more closely.
+La Hire! What news? What does that look announce?
+Some new calamity?
+
+LA HIRE.
+          Calamity
+Hath spent itself; sunshine is now returned.
+
+SOREL.
+What is it? I implore you.
+
+LA HIRE (to the KING).
+               Summon back
+The delegates from Orleans.
+
+CHARLES.
+               Why? What is it?
+
+LA HIRE.
+Summon them back! Thy fortune is reversed.
+A battle has been fought, and thou hast conquered.
+
+SOREL.
+Conquered! Oh, heavenly music of that word!
+
+CHARLES.
+La Hire! A fabulous report deceives thee;
+Conquered! In conquest I believe no more.
+
+LA HIRE.
+Still greater wonders thou wilt soon believe.
+Here cometh the archbishop. To thine arms
+He leadeth back Dunois.
+
+SOREL.
+             O beauteous flower
+Of victory, which doth the heavenly fruits
+Of peace and reconcilement bear at once!
+
+
+
+SCENE IX.
+
+   The same, ARCHBISHOP of RHEIMS, DUNOIS, DUCHATEL,
+   with RAOUL, a Knight in armor.
+
+ARCHBISHOP (leading DUNOIS to the KING, and joining their hands).
+Princes, embrace! Let rage and discord cease,
+Since Heaven itself hath for our cause declared.
+
+   [DUNOIS embraces the KING.
+
+CHARLES.
+Relieve my wonder and perplexity.
+What may this solemn earnestness portend?
+Whence this unlooked-for change of fortune?
+
+ARCHBISHOP (leads the KNIGHT forward, and presents him to the KING).
+Speak!
+
+RAOUL.
+We had assembled sixteen regiments
+Of Lotharingian troops to join your host;
+And Baudricourt, a knight of Vaucouleurs,
+Was our commander. Having gained the heights
+By Vermanton, we wound our downward way
+Into the valley watered by the Yonne.
+There, in the plain before us, lay the foe,
+And when we turned, arms glittered in our rear.
+We saw ourselves surrounded by two hosts,
+And could not hope for conquest or for flight.
+Then sank the bravest heart, and in despair
+We all prepared to lay our weapons down.
+The leaders with each other anxiously
+Sought counsel and found none; when to our eyes
+A spectacle of wonder showed itself.
+For suddenly from forth the thickets' depths
+A maiden, on her head a polished helm,
+Like a war-goddess, issued; terrible
+Yet lovely was her aspect, and her hair
+In dusky ringlets round her shoulders fell.
+A heavenly radiance shone around the height;
+When she upraised her voice and thus addressed us:
+"Why be dismayed, brave Frenchmen? On the foe!
+Were they more numerous than the ocean sands,
+God and the holy maiden lead you on!"
+Then quickly from the standard-bearer's hand
+She snatched the banner, and before our troop
+With valiant bearing strode the wondrous maid.
+Silent with awe, scarce knowing what we did,
+The banner and the maiden we pursue,
+And fired with ardor, rush upon the foe,
+Who, much amazed, stand motionless and view
+The miracle with fixed and wondering gaze.
+Then, as if seized by terror sent from God,
+They suddenly betake themselves to flight,
+And casting arms and armor to the ground,
+Disperse in wild disorder o'er the field.
+No leader's call, no signal now avails;
+Senseless from terror, without looking back,
+Horses and men plunge headlong in the stream,
+Where they without resistance are despatched.
+It was a slaughter rather than a fight!
+Two thousand of the foe bestrewed the field,
+Not reckoning numbers swallowed by the flood,
+While of our company not one was slain.
+
+CHARLES.
+'Tis strange, by heaven! most wonderful and strange!
+
+SOREL.
+A maiden worked this miracle, you say?
+Whence did she come? Who is she?
+
+RAOUL.
+                  Who she is
+She will reveal to no one but the king!
+She calls herself a seer and prophetess
+Ordained by God, and promises to raise
+The siege of Orleans ere the moon shall change.
+The people credit her, and thirst for war.
+The host she follows--she'll be here anon.
+
+   [The ringing of bells is heard, together with the clang of arms.
+
+Hark to the din! The pealing of the bells!
+'Tis she! The people greet God's messenger.
+
+CHARLES (to DUCHATEL).
+Conduct her thither.
+   [To the ARCHBISHOP.
+           What should I believe?
+A maiden brings me conquest even now,
+When naught can save me but a hand divine!
+This is not in the common course of things.
+And dare I here believe a miracle?
+
+MANY VOICES (behind the scene).
+Hail to the maiden!--the deliverer!
+
+CHARLES.
+She comes! Dunois, now occupy my place!
+We will make trial of this wondrous maid.
+Is she indeed inspired and sent by God
+She will be able to discern the king.
+
+   [DUNOIS seats himself; the KING stands at his right hand,
+   AGNES SOREL near him; the ARCHBISHOP and the others opposite;
+   so that the intermediate space remains vacant.
+
+
+
+SCENE X.
+
+   The same. JOHANNA, accompanied by the councillors and many knights,
+   who occupy the background of the scene; she advances with noble
+   bearing, and slowly surveys the company.
+
+DUNOIS (after a long and solemn pause).
+Art thou the wondrous maiden----
+
+JOHANNA (interrupts him, regarding him with dignity).
+Bastard of Orleans, thou wilt tempt thy God!
+This place abandon, which becomes thee not!
+To this more mighty one the maid is sent.
+
+   [With a firm step she approaches the KING, bows one
+   knee before him, and, rising immediately, steps back.
+   All present express their astonishment, DUNOIS forsakes
+   his seat, which is occupied by the KING.
+
+CHARLES.
+Maiden, thou ne'er hast seen my face before.
+Whence hast thou then this knowledge?
+
+JOHANNA.
+                    Thee I saw
+When none beside, save God in heaven, beheld thee.
+
+   [She approaches the KING, and speaks mysteriously.
+
+Bethink thee, Dauphin, in the bygone night,
+When all around lay buried in deep sleep,
+Thou from thy couch didst rise and offer up
+An earnest prayer to God. Let these retire
+And I will name the subject of thy prayer.
+
+CHARLES.
+What! to Heaven confided need not be
+From men concealed. Disclose to me my prayer,
+And I shall doubt no more that God inspires thee.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Three prayers thou offeredst, Dauphin; listen now
+Whether I name them to thee! Thou didst pray
+That if there were appended to this crown
+Unjust possession, or if heavy guilt,
+Not yet atoned for, from thy father's times,
+Occasioned this most lamentable war,
+God would accept thee as a sacrifice,
+Have mercy on thy people, and pour forth
+Upon thy head the chalice of his wrath.
+
+CHARLES (steps back with awe).
+Who art thou, mighty one? Whence comest thou?
+
+   [All express their astonishment.
+
+JOHANNA.
+To God thou offeredst this second prayer:
+That if it were his will and high decree
+To take away the sceptre from thy race,
+And from thee to withdraw whate'er thy sires,
+The monarchs of this kingdom, once possessed,
+He in his mercy would preserve to thee
+Three priceless treasures--a contented heart,
+Thy friend's affection, and thine Agnes' love.
+
+   [The KING conceals his face: the spectators
+   express their astonishment. After a pause.
+
+Thy third petition shall I name to thee?
+
+CHARLES.
+Enough; I credit thee! This doth surpass
+Mere human knowledge: thou art sent by God!
+
+ARCHBISHOP.
+Who art thou, wonderful and holy maid?
+What favored region bore thee? What blest pair,
+Beloved of Heaven, may claim thee as their child?
+
+JOHANNA.
+Most reverend father, I am named Johanna,
+I am a shepherd's lowly daughter, born
+In Dom Remi, a village of my king.
+Included in the diocese of Toul,
+And from a child I kept my father's sheep.
+And much and frequently I heard them tell
+Of the strange islanders, who o'er the sea
+Had come to make us slaves, and on us force
+A foreign lord, who loveth not the people;
+How the great city, Paris, they had seized,
+And had usurped dominion o'er the realm.
+Then earnestly God's Mother I implored
+To save us from the shame of foreign chains,
+And to preserve to us our lawful king.
+Not distant from my native village stands
+An ancient image of the Virgin blest,
+To which the pious pilgrims oft repaired;
+Hard by a holy oak, of blessed power,
+Standeth, far-famed through wonders manifold.
+Beneath the oak's broad shade I loved to sit
+Tending my flock--my heart still drew me there.
+And if by chance among the desert hills
+A lambkin strayed, 'twas shown me in a dream,
+When in the shadow of this oak I slept.
+And once, when through the night beneath this tree
+In pious adoration I had sat,
+Resisting sleep, the Holy One appeared,
+Bearing a sword and banner, otherwise
+Clad like a shepherdess, and thus she spake:
+"'Tis I; arise, Johanna! leave thy flock,
+The Lord appoints thee to another task!
+Receive this banner! Gird thee with this sword!
+Therewith exterminate my people's foes;
+Conduct to Rheims thy royal master's son,
+And crown him with the kingly diadem!"
+And I made answer: "How may I presume
+To undertake such deeds, a tender maid,
+Unpractised in the dreadful art of war!"
+And she replied: "A maiden pure and chaste
+Achieves whate'er on earth is glorious
+If she to earthly love ne'er yields her heart.
+Look upon me! a virgin, like thyself;
+I to the Christ, the Lord divine, gave birth,
+And am myself divine!" Mine eyelids then
+She touched, and when I upward turned my amaze,
+Heaven's wide expanse was filled with angel-boys,
+Who bore white lilies in their hands, while tones
+Of sweetest music floated through the air.
+And thus on three successive nights appeared
+The Holy One, and cried,--"Arise, Johanna!
+The Lord appoints thee to another task!"
+And when the third night she revealed herself,
+Wrathful she seemed, and chiding spake these words:
+"Obedience, woman's duty here on earth;
+Severe endurance is her heavy doom;
+She must be purified through discipline;
+Who serveth here, is glorified above!"
+While thus she spake, she let her shepherd garb
+Fail from her, and as Queen of Heaven stood forth
+Enshrined in radiant light, while golden clouds
+Upbore her slowly to the realms of bliss.
+
+   [All are moved; AGNES SOREL weeping, hides her face
+   on the bosom of the KING.
+
+ARCHBISHOP (after a long pause).
+Before divine credentials such as these
+Each doubt of earthly prudence must subside,
+Her deeds attest the truth of what she speaks,
+For God alone such wonders can achieve.
+
+DUNOIS.
+I credit not her wonders, but her eyes
+Which beam with innocence and purity.
+
+CHARLES.
+Am I, a sinner, worthy of such favor?
+Infallible, All-searching eye, thou seest
+Mine inmost heart, my deep humility!
+
+JOHANNA.
+Humility shines brightly in the skies;
+Thou art abased, hence God exalteth thee.
+
+CHARLES.
+Shall I indeed withstand mine enemies?
+
+JOHANNA.
+France I will lay submissive at thy feet!
+
+CHARLES.
+And Orleans, say'st thou, will not be surrendered?
+
+JOHANNA.
+The Loire shall sooner roll its waters back.
+
+CHARLES.
+Shall I in triumph enter into Rheims?
+
+JOHANNA.
+I through ten thousand foes will lead you there.
+
+   [The knights make a noise with their lances and shields,
+   and evince signs of courage.
+
+DUNOIS.
+Appoint the maiden to command the host!
+We follow blindly whereso'er she leads!
+The Holy One's prophetic eye shall guide,
+And this brave sword from danger shall protect her!
+
+LA HIRE.
+A universe in arms we will not fear,
+If she, the mighty one, precede our troops.
+The God of battle walketh by her side;
+Let her conduct us on to victory!
+
+   [The knights clang their arms and step forward.
+
+CHARLES.
+Yes, holy maiden, do thou lead mine host;
+My chiefs and warriors shall submit to thee.
+This sword of matchless temper, proved in war,
+Sent back in anger by the Constable,
+Hath found a hand more worthy. Prophetess,
+Do thou receive it, and henceforward be----
+
+JOHANNA.
+No, noble Dauphin! conquest to my liege
+Is not accorded through this instrument
+Of earthly might. I know another sword
+Wherewith I am to conquer, which to thee,
+I, as the Spirit taught, will indicate;
+Let it be hither brought.
+
+CHARLES.
+              Name it, Johanna.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Send to the ancient town of Fierbois;
+There in Saint Catherine's churchyard is a vault
+Where lie in heaps the spoils of bygone war.
+Among them is the sword which I must use.
+It by three golden lilies may be known,
+Upon the blade impressed. Let it be brought
+For thou, my liege, shalt conquer through this sword.
+
+CHARLES.
+Perform what she commands.
+
+JOHANNA.
+              And a white banner,
+Edged with a purple border, let me bear.
+Upon this banner let the Queen of Heaven
+Be pictured with the beauteous Jesus child
+Floating in glory o'er this earthly ball.
+For so the Holy Mother showed it me.
+
+CHARLES.
+So be it as thou sayest.
+
+JOHANNA (to the ARCHBISHOP).
+             Reverend bishop;
+Lay on my head thy consecrated hands!
+Pronounce a blessing, Father, on thy child!
+
+             [She kneels down.
+
+ARCHBISHOP.
+Not blessings to receive, but to dispense
+Art thou appointed. Go, with power divine!
+But we are sinners all and most unworthy.
+
+          [She rises: a PAGE enters.
+
+PAGE.
+A herald from the English generals.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Let him appear, for he is sent by God!
+
+   [The KING motions to the PAGE, who retires.
+
+
+
+SCENE XI.
+
+   The HERALD. The same.
+
+CHARLES.
+Thy tidings, herald? What thy message! Speak!
+
+HERALD.
+Who is it, who for Charles of Valois,
+The Count of Pointhieu, in this presence speaks?
+
+DUNOIS.
+Unworthy herald! base, insulting knave!
+Dost thou presume the monarch of the French
+Thus in his own dominions to deny?
+Thou art protected by thine office, else----
+
+HERALD.
+One king alone is recognized by France,
+And he resideth in the English camp.
+
+CHARLES.
+Peace, peace, good cousin! Speak thy message, herald!
+
+HERALD.
+My noble general laments the blood
+Which hath already flowed, and still must flow.
+Hence, in the scabbard holding back the sword,
+Before by storm the town of Orleans falls,
+He offers thee an amicable treaty.
+
+CHARLES.
+Proceed!
+
+JOHANNA (stepping forward).
+     Permit me, Dauphin, in thy stead,
+To parley with this herald.
+
+CHARLES.
+               Do so, maid!
+Determine thou, for peace, or bloody war.
+
+JOHANNA (to the HERALD).
+Who sendeth thee? Who speaketh through thy mouth?
+
+HERALD.
+The Earl of Salisbury; the British chief.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Herald, 'tis false! The earl speaks not through thee.
+Only the living speak, the dead are silent.
+
+HERALD.
+The earl is well, and full of lusty strength;
+He lives to bring down ruin on your heads.
+
+JOHANNA.
+When thou didst quit the British army he lived.
+This morn, while gazing from Le Tournelle's tower,
+A ball from Orleans struck him to the ground.
+Smilest thou that I discern what is remote?
+Not to my words give credence; but believe
+The witness of thine eyes! his funeral train
+Thou shalt encounter as you goest hence!
+Now, herald, speak, and do thine errand here.
+
+HERALD.
+If what is hidden thou canst thus reveal,
+Thou knowest mine errand ere I tell it thee.
+
+JOHANNA.
+It boots me not to know it. But do thou
+Give ear unto my words! This message bear
+In answer to the lords who sent thee here.
+Monarch of England, and ye haughty dukes,
+Bedford and Gloucester, regents of this realm!
+To heaven's high King you are accountable
+For all the blood that hath been shed. Restore
+The keys of all the cities ta'en by force
+In opposition to God's holy law!
+The maiden cometh from the King of Heaven
+And offers you or peace or bloody war.
+Choose ye! for this I say, that you may know it:
+To you this beauteous realm is not assigned
+By Mary's son;--but God hath given it
+To Charles, my lord and Dauphin, who ere long
+Will enter Paris with a monarch's pomp,
+Attended by the great ones of his realm.
+Now, herald, go, and speedily depart,
+For ere thou canst attain the British camp
+And do thine errand, is the maiden there,
+To plant the sign of victory at Orleans.
+
+   [She retires. In the midst of a general movement,
+   the curtain falls.
+
+
+
+
+ACT II.
+
+   Landscape, bounded by rocks.
+
+
+
+SCENE I.
+
+   TALBOT and LIONEL, English generals, PHILIP, DUKE OF BURGUNDY,
+   FASTOLFE, and CHATILLON, with soldiers and banners.
+
+TALBOT.
+Here let us make a halt beneath these rocks,
+And pitch our camp, in case our scattered troops,
+Dispersed in panic fear, again should rally.
+Choose trusty sentinels, and guard the heights!
+'Tis true the darkness shields us from pursuit,
+And sure I am, unless the foe have wings,
+We need not fear surprisal. Still 'tis well
+To practice caution, for we have to do
+With a bold foe, and have sustained defeat.
+
+   [FASTOLFE goes out with the soldiers.
+
+LIONEL.
+Defeat! My general, do not speak that word.
+It stings me to the quick to think the French
+To-day have seen the backs of Englishmen.
+Oh, Orleans! Orleans! Grave of England's glory!
+Our honor lies upon thy fatal plains
+Defeat most ignominious and burlesque!
+Who will in future years believe the tale!
+The victors of Poictiers and Agincourt,
+Cressy's bold heroes, routed by a woman?
+
+BURGUNDY.
+That must console us. Not by mortal power,
+But by the devil have we been o'erthrown!
+
+TALBOT.
+The devil of our own stupidity!
+How, Burgundy? Do princes quake and fear
+Before the phantom which appals the vulgar?
+Credulity is but a sorry cloak
+For cowardice. Your people first took flight.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+None stood their ground. The flight was general.
+
+TALBOT.
+'Tis false! Your wing fled first. You wildly broke
+Into our camp, exclaiming: "Hell is loose,
+The devil combats on the side of France!"
+And thus you brought confusion 'mong our troops.
+
+LIONEL.
+You can't deny it. Your wing yielded first.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+Because the brunt of battle there commenced.
+
+TALBOT.
+The maiden knew the weakness of our camp;
+She rightly judged where fear was to be found.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+How? Shall the blame of our disaster rest
+With Burgundy?
+
+LIONEL.
+        By heaven! were we alone,
+We English, never had we Orleans lost!
+
+BURGUNDY.
+No, truly! for ye ne'er had Orleans seen!
+Who opened you a way into this realm,
+And reached you forth a kind and friendly hand
+When you descended on this hostile coast?
+Who was it crowned your Henry at Paris,
+And unto him subdued the people's hearts?
+Had this Burgundian arm not guided you
+Into this realm, by heaven you ne'er had seen
+The smoke ascending from a single hearth!
+
+LIONEL.
+Were conquests with big words effected, duke,
+You, doubtless, would have conquered France alone.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+The loss of Orleans angers you, and now
+You vent your gall on me, your friend and ally.
+What lost us Orleans but your avarice?
+The city was prepared to yield to me,
+Your envy was the sole impediment.
+
+TALBOT.
+We did not undertake the siege for you.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+How would it stand with you if I withdrew
+With all my host?
+
+LIONEL.
+          We should not be worse off
+Than when, at Agincourt, we proved a match
+For you and all the banded power of France.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+Yet much you stood in need of our alliance;
+The regent purchased it at heavy cost.
+
+TALBOT.
+Most dearly, with the forfeit of our honor,
+At Orleans have we paid for it to-day.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+Urge me no further, lords. Ye may repent it!
+Did I forsake the banners of my king,
+Draw down upon my head the traitor's name,
+To be insulted thus by foreigners?
+Why am I here to combat against France?
+If I must needs endure ingratitude,
+Let it come rather from my native king!
+
+TALBOT.
+You're in communication with the Dauphin,
+We know it well, but we soon shall find means
+To guard ourselves 'gainst treason.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+                   Death and hell!
+Am I encountered thus? Chatillon, hark!
+Let all my troops prepare to quit the camp.
+We will retire into our own domain.
+
+            [CHATILLON goes out.
+
+LIONEL.
+God speed you there! Never did Britain's fame
+More brightly shine than when she stood alone,
+Confiding solely in her own good sword.
+Let each one fight his battle for himself,
+For 'tis eternal truth that English blood
+Cannot, with honor, blend with blood of France.
+
+
+
+SCENE II.
+
+   The same. QUEEN ISABEL, attended by a PAGE.
+
+ISABEL.
+What must I hear? This fatal strife forbear!
+What brain-bewildering planet o'er your minds
+Sheds dire perplexity? When unity
+Alone can save you, will you part in hate,
+And, warring 'mong yourselves, prepare your doom?--
+I do entreat you, noble duke, recall
+Your hasty order. You, renowned Talbot,
+Seek to appease an irritated friend!
+Come, Lionel, aid me to reconcile
+These haughty spirits and establish peace.
+
+LIONEL.
+Not I, madame. It is all one to me.
+'Tis my belief, when things are misallied,
+The sooner they part company the better.
+
+ISABEL.
+How? Do the arts of hell, which on the field
+Wrought such disastrous ruin, even here
+Bewilder and befool us? Who began
+This fatal quarrel? Speak! Lord-general!
+Your own advantage did you so forget,
+As to offend your worthy friend and ally?
+What could you do without his powerful arm?
+'Twas he who placed your monarch on the throne,
+He holds him there, and he can hurl him thence;
+His army strengthens you--still more his name.
+Were England all her citizens to pour
+Upon our coasts, she never o'er this realm
+Would gain dominion did she stand alone;
+No! France can only be subdued by France!
+
+TALBOT.
+A faithful friend we honor as we ought;
+Discretion warns us to beware the false.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+The liar's brazen front beseemeth him
+Who would absolve himself from gratitude.
+
+ISABEL.
+How, noble duke? Could you so far renounce
+Your princely honor, and your sense of shame,
+As clasp the hand of him who slew your sire?
+Are you so mad to entertain the thought
+Of cordial reconcilement with the Dauphin,
+Whom you yourself have hurled to ruin's brink?
+His overthrow you have well nigh achieved,
+And madly now would you renounce your work?
+Here stand your allies. Your salvation lies
+In an indissoluble bond with England?
+
+BURGUNDY.
+Far is my thought from treaty with the Dauphin;
+But the contempt and insolent demeanor
+Of haughty England I will not endure.
+
+ISABEL.
+Come, noble duke? Excuse a hasty word.
+Heavy the grief which bows the general down,
+And well you know misfortune makes unjust.
+Come! come! embrace; let me this fatal breach
+Repair at once, ere it becomes eternal.
+
+TALBOT.
+What think you, Burgundy? A noble heart,
+By reason vanquished, doth confess its fault.
+A wise and prudent word the queen hath spoken;
+Come, let my hand with friendly pressure heal
+The wound inflicted by my angry tongue.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+Discreet the counsel offered by the queen!
+My just wrath yieldeth to necessity.
+
+ISABEL.
+'Tis well! Now, with a brotherly embrace
+Confirm and seal the new-established bond;
+And may the winds disperse what hath been spoken.
+
+   [BURGUNDY and TALBOT embrace.
+
+LIONEL (contemplating the group aside).
+Hail to an union by the furies planned!
+
+ISABEL.
+Fate hath proved adverse, we have lost a battle,
+But do not, therefore, let your courage sink.
+The Dauphin, in despair of heavenly aid,
+Doth make alliance with the powers of hell;
+Vainly his soul he forfeits to the devil,
+For hell itself cannot deliver him.
+A conquering maiden leads the hostile force;
+Yours, I myself will lead; to you I'll stand
+In place of maiden or of prophetess.
+
+LIONEL.
+Madame, return to Paris! We desire
+To war with trusty weapons, not with women.
+
+TALBOT.
+GO! go! Since your arrival in the camp,
+Fortune hath fled our banners, and our course
+Hath still been retrograde. Depart at once!
+
+BURGUNDY.
+Your presence here doth scandalize the host.
+
+ISABEL (looks from one to the other with astonishment).
+This, Burgundy, from you? Do you take part
+Against me with these thankless English lords?
+
+BURGUNDY.
+Go! go! The thought of combating for you
+Unnerves the courage of the bravest men.
+
+ISABEL.
+I scarce among you have established peace,
+And you already form a league against me!
+
+TALBOT.
+Go, in God's name. When you have left the camp
+No devil will again appal our troops.
+
+ISABEL.
+Say, am I not your true confederate?
+Are we not banded in a common cause?
+
+TALBOT.
+Thank God! your cause of quarrel is not ours.
+We combat in an honorable strife.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+A father's bloody murder I avenge.
+Stern filial duty consecrates my arms.
+
+TALBOT.
+Confess at once. Your conduct towards the Dauphin
+Is an offence alike to God and man.
+
+ISABEL.
+Curses blast him and his posterity!
+The shameless son who sins against his mother!
+
+BURGUNDY.
+Ay! to avenge a husband and a father!
+
+ISABEL.
+To judge his mother's conduct he presumed!
+
+LIONEL.
+That was, indeed, irreverent in a son!
+
+ISABEL.
+And me, forsooth, he banished from the realm.
+
+TALBOT.
+Urged to the measure by the public voice.
+
+ISABEL.
+A curse light on him if I e'er forgive him!
+Rather than see him on his father's throne----
+
+TALBOT.
+His mother's honor you would sacrifice!
+
+ISABEL.
+Your feeble natures cannot comprehend
+The vengeance of an outraged mother's heart.
+Who pleasures me, I love; who wrongs, I hate.
+If he who wrongs me chance to be my son,
+All the more worthy is he of my hate.
+The life I gave I will again take back
+From him who doth, with ruthless violence,
+The bosom rend which bore and nourished him.
+Ye, who do thus make war upon the Dauphin,
+What rightful cause have ye to plunder him?
+What crime hath he committed against you?
+What insult are you called on to avenge?
+Ambition, paltry envy, goad you on;
+I have a right to hate him--he's my son.
+
+TALBOT.
+He feels his mother in her dire revenge!
+
+ISABEL.
+Mean hypocrites! I hate you and despise.
+Together with the world, you cheat yourselves!
+With robber-hands you English seek to clutch
+This realm of France, where you have no just right,
+Nor equitable claim, to so much earth
+As could be covered by your charger's hoof.
+--This duke, too, whom the people style the Good,
+Doth to a foreign lord, his country's foe,
+For gold betray the birthland of his sires.
+And yet is justice ever on your tongue.
+--Hypocrisy I scorn. Such as I am,
+So let the world behold me!
+
+BURGUNDY.
+               It is true!
+Your reputation you have well maintained.
+
+ISABEL.
+I've passions and warm blood, and as a queen
+Came to this realm to live, and not to seem.
+Should I have lingered out a joyless life
+Because the curse of adverse destiny
+To a mad consort joined my blooming youth?
+More than my life I prize my liberty.
+And who assails me here----But why should I
+Stoop to dispute with you about my rights?
+Your sluggish blood flows slowly in your veins!
+Strangers to pleasure, ye know only rage!
+This duke, too--who, throughout his whole career,
+Hath wavered to and fro, 'twixt good and ill--
+Can neither love or hate with his whole heart.
+--I go to Melun. Let this gentleman,
+   [Pointing to LIONEL.
+Who doth my fancy please, attend me there,
+To cheer my solitude, and you may work
+Your own good pleasure! I'll inquire no more
+Concerning the Burgundians or the English.
+
+   [She beckons to her PAGE, and is about to retire.
+
+LIONEL.
+Rely upon us, we will send to Melun
+The fairest youths whom we in battle take.
+
+              [Coming back.
+
+ISABEL.
+Skilful your arm to wield the sword of death,
+The French alone can round the polished phrase.
+
+              [She goes out.
+
+
+
+SCENE III.
+
+   TALBOT, BURGUNDY, LIONEL.
+
+TALBOT.
+Heavens! What a woman!
+
+LIONEL.
+             Now, brave generals,
+Your counsel! Shall we prosecute our flight,
+Or turn, and with a bold and sudden stroke
+Wipe out the foul dishonor of to-day?
+
+BURGUNDY.
+We are too weak, our soldiers are dispersed,
+The recent terror still unnerves the host.
+
+TALBOT.
+Blind terror, sudden impulse of a moment,
+Alone occasioned our disastrous rout.
+This phantom of the terror-stricken brain,
+More closely viewed will vanish into air.
+My counsel, therefore, is, at break of day,
+To lead the army back, across the stream,
+To meet the enemy.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+          Consider well----
+
+LIONEL.
+Your pardon! Here is nothing to consider
+What we have lost we must at once retrieve,
+Or look to be eternally disgraced.
+
+TALBOT.
+It is resolved. To-morrow morn we fight,
+This dread-inspiring phantom to destroy,
+Which thus doth blind and terrify the host
+Let us in fight encounter this she-devil.
+If she oppose her person to our sword,
+Trust me, she never will molest us more;
+If she avoid our stroke--and be assured
+She will not stand the hazard of a battle--
+Then is the dire enchantment at an end?
+
+LIONEL.
+So be it! And to me, my general, leave
+This easy, bloodless combat, for I hope
+Alive to take this ghost, and in my arms,
+Before the Bastard's eyes--her paramour--
+To bear her over to the English camp,
+To be the sport and mockery of the host.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+Make not too sure.
+
+TALBOT.
+          If she encounter me,
+I shall not give her such a soft embrace.
+Come now, exhausted nature to restore
+Through gentle sleep. At daybreak we set forth.
+
+               [They go out.
+
+
+
+
+SCENE IV.
+
+   JOHANNA with her banner, in a helmet and breastplate,
+   otherwise attired as a woman. DUNOIS, LA HIRE, knights
+   and soldiers appear above upon the rocky path, pass
+   silently over, and appear immediately after on the scene.
+
+JOHANNA (to the knights who surround her while the
+     procession continues above).
+The wall is scaled and we are in the camp!
+Now fling aside the mantle of still night,
+Which hitherto hath veiled your silent march,
+And your dread presence to the foe proclaim.
+By your loud battle-cry--God and the maiden!
+
+ALL (exclaim aloud, amidst the loud clang of arms).
+God and the maiden!
+              [Drums and trumpets.
+
+SENTINELS (behind the scene).
+The foe! The foe! The foe!
+
+JOHANNA.
+Ho! torches here. Hurl fire into the tents!
+Let the devouring flames augment the horror,
+While threatening death doth compass them around!
+
+   [Soldiers hasten on, she is about to follow.
+
+DUNOIS (holding her back).
+Thy part thou hast accomplished now, Johanna!
+Into the camp thou hast conducted us,
+The foe thou hast delivered in our hands,
+Now from the rush of war remain apart!
+The bloody consummation leave to us.
+
+LA HIRE.
+Point out the path of conquest to the host;
+Before us, in pure hand, the banner bear.
+But wield the fatal weapon not thyself;
+Tempt not the treacherous god of battle, for
+He rageth blindly, and he spareth not.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Who dares impede my progress? Who presume
+The spirit to control which guideth me?
+Still must the arrow wing its destined flight!
+Where danger is, there must Johanna be;
+Nor now, nor here, am I foredoomed to fall;
+Our monarch's royal brow I first must see
+Invested with the round of sovereignty.
+No hostile power can rob me of my life,
+Till I've accomplished the commands of God.
+
+              [She goes out.
+
+LA HIRE.
+Come, let us follow after her, Dunois,
+And let our valiant bosoms be her shield!
+
+                [Exit.
+
+
+
+SCENE V.
+
+   ENGLISH SOLDIERS hurry over the stage.
+   Afterwards TALBOT.
+
+1 SOLDIER.
+The maiden in the camp!
+
+2 SOLDIER.
+             Impossible!
+It cannot be! How came she in the camp?
+
+3 SOLDIER.
+Why, through the air! The devil aided her!
+
+4 AND 5 SOLDIERS.
+Fly! fly! We are dead men!
+
+TALBOT (enters).
+They heed me not! They stay not at my call!
+The sacred bands of discipline are loosed!
+As hell had poured her damned legions forth,
+A wild, distracting impulse whirls along,
+In one mad throng, the cowardly and brave.
+I cannot rally e'en the smallest troop
+To form a bulwark gainst the hostile flood,
+Whose raging billows press into our camp!
+Do I alone retain my sober senses,
+While all around in wild delirium rave?
+To fly before these weak, degenerate Frenchmen
+Whom we in twenty battles have overthrown?
+Who is she then--the irresistible--
+The dread-inspiring goddess, who doth turn
+At once the tide of battle, and transform
+The lions bold a herd of timid deer?
+A juggling minx, who plays the well-learned part
+Of heroine, thus to appal the brave?
+A woman snatch from me all martial fame?
+
+SOLDIER (rushing in).
+The maiden comes! Fly, general, fly! fly!
+
+TALBOT (strikes him down).
+Fly thou, thyself, to hell! This sword shall pierce
+Who talks to me of fear, or coward flight!
+
+              [He goes out.
+
+
+
+SCENE VI.
+
+   The prospect opens. The English camp is seen in flames.
+   Drums, flight, and pursuit. After a while MONTGOMERY enters.
+
+MONTGOMERY (alone).
+Where shall I flee? Foes all around and death! Lo! here
+The furious general, who with threatening sword, prevents
+Escape, and drives us back into the jaws of death.
+The dreadful maiden there--the terrible--who like
+Devouring flame, destruction spreads; while all around
+Appears no bush wherein to hide--no sheltering cave!
+Oh, would that o'er the sea I never had come here!
+Me miserable--empty dreams deluded me--
+Cheap glory to achieve on Gallia's martial fields.
+And I am guided by malignant destiny
+Into this murderous flight. Oh, were I far, far hence.
+Still in my peaceful home, on Severn's flowery banks,
+Where in my father's house, in sorrow and in tears,
+I left my mother and my fair young bride.
+
+   [JOHANNA appears in the distance.
+
+Wo's me! What do I see! The dreadful form appears!
+Arrayed in lurid light, she from the raging fire
+Issues, as from the jaws of hell, a midnight ghost.
+Where shall I go? where flee? Already from afar
+She seizes on me with her eye of fire, and flings
+Her fatal and unerring coil, whose magic folds
+With ever-tightening pressure, bind my feet and make
+Escape impossible! Howe'er my heart rebels,
+I am compelled to follow with my gaze that form
+Of dread!
+
+   [JOHANNA advances towards him some steps;
+   and again remains standing.
+
+      She comes! I will not passively await
+Her furious onset! Imploringly I'll clasp
+Her knees! I'll sue to her for life. She is a woman.
+I may perchance to pity move her by my tears!
+
+   [While he is on the point of approaching her she draws near.
+
+
+
+SCENE VII.
+
+   JOHANNA, MONTGOMERY.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Prepare to die! A British mother bore thee!
+
+MONTGOMERY (falls at her feet).
+Fall back, terrific one! Forbear to strike
+An unprotected foe! My sword and shield
+I've flung aside, and supplicating fall
+Defenceless at thy feet. A ransom take!
+Extinguish not the precious light of life!
+With fair possessions crowned, my father dwells
+In Wales' fair land, where among verdant meads
+The winding Severn rolls his silver tide,
+And fifty villages confess his sway.
+With heavy gold he will redeem his son,
+When he shall hear I'm in the camp of France.
+
+JHANNA.
+Deluded mortal! to destruction doomed!
+Thou'rt fallen in the maiden's hand, from which
+Redemption or deliverance there is none.
+Had adverse fortune given thee a prey
+To the fierce tiger or the crocodile--
+Hadst robbed the lion mother of her brood--
+Compassion thou might'st hope to find and pity;
+But to encounter me is certain death.
+For my dread compact with the spirit realm--
+The stern inviolable--bindeth me,
+To slay each living thing whom battle's God,
+Full charged with doom, delivers to my sword.
+
+MONTGOMERY.
+Thy speech is fearful, but thy look is mild;
+Not dreadful art thou to contemplate near;
+My heart is drawn towards thy lovely form.
+Oh! by the mildness of thy gentle sex,
+Attend my prayer. Compassionate my youth.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Name me not woman! Speak not of my sex!
+Like to the bodiless spirits, who know naught
+Of earth's humanities, I own no sex;
+Beneath this vest of steel there beats no heart.
+
+MONTGOMERY.
+Oh! by love's sacred, all-pervading power,
+To whom all hearts yield homage, I conjure thee.
+At home I left behind a gentle bride,
+Beauteous as thou, and rich in blooming grace:
+Weeping she waiteth her betrothed's return.
+Oh! if thyself dost ever hope to love,
+If in thy love thou hopest to be happy,
+Then ruthless sever not two gentle hearts,
+Together linked in love's most holy bond!
+
+JOHANNA.
+Thou dost appeal to earthly, unknown gods,
+To whom I yield no homage. Of love's bond,
+By which thou dost conjure me, I know naught
+Nor ever will I know his empty service.
+Defend thy life, for death doth summon thee.
+
+MONTGOMERY.
+Take pity on my sorrowing parents, whom
+I left at home. Doubtless thou, too, hast left
+Parents, who feel disquietude for thee.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Unhappy man! thou dost remember me
+How many mothers of this land your arms
+Have rendered childless and disconsolate;
+How many gentle children fatherless;
+How many fair young brides dejected widows!
+Let England's mothers now be taught despair,
+And learn to weep the bitter tear oft shed
+By the bereaved and sorrowing wives of France.
+
+MONTGOMERY.
+'Tis hard in foreign lands to die unwept.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Who called you over to this foreign land,
+To waste the blooming culture of our fields,
+To chase the peasant from his household hearth,
+And in our cities' peaceful sanctuary
+To hurl the direful thunderbolt of war?
+In the delusion of your hearts ye thought
+To plunge in servitude the freeborn French,
+And to attach their fair and goodly realm,
+Like a small boat, to your proud English bark!
+Ye fools! The royal arms of France are hung
+Fast by the throne of God; and ye as soon
+From the bright wain of heaven might snatch a star
+As rend a single village from this realm,
+Which shall remain inviolate forever!
+The day of vengeance is at length arrived;
+Not living shall ye measure back the sea,
+The sacred sea--the boundary set by God
+Betwixt our hostile nations--and the which
+Ye ventured impiously to overpass.
+
+MONTGOMERY (lets go her hands).
+Oh, I must die! I feel the grasp of death!
+
+JOHANNA.
+Die, friend! Why tremble at the approach of death?
+Of mortals the irrevocable doom?
+Look upon me! I'm born a shepherd maid;
+This hand, accustomed to the peaceful crook,
+Is all unused to wield the sword of death.
+Yet, snatched away from childhood's peaceful haunts,
+From the fond love of father and of sisters,
+Urged by no idle dream of earthly glory,
+But heaven-appointed to achieve your ruin,
+Like a destroying angel I must roam,
+Spreading dire havoc around me, and at length
+Myself must fall a sacrifice to death!
+Never again shall I behold my home!
+Still, many of your people I must slay,
+Still, many widows make, but I at length
+Myself shall perish, and fulfil my doom.
+Now thine fulfil. Arise! resume thy sword,
+And let us fight for the sweet prize of life.
+
+MONTGOMERY (stands up).
+Now, if thou art a mortal like myself,
+Can weapons wound thee, it may be assigned
+To this good arm to end my country's woe,
+Thee sending, sorceress, to the depths of hell.
+In God's most gracious hands I leave my fate.
+Accursed one! to thine assistance call
+The fiends of hell! Now combat for thy life!
+
+   [He seizes his sword and shield, and rushes upon her;
+   martial music is heard in the distance. After a short
+   conflict MONTGOMERY falls.
+
+
+
+SCENE VIII.
+
+JOHANNA (alone).
+To death thy foot did bear thee--fare thee well!
+
+   [She steps away from him and remains absorbed in thought.
+
+Virgin, thou workest mightily in me!
+My feeble arm thou dost endue with strength,
+And steep'st my woman's heart in cruelty.
+In pity melts the soul and the hand trembles,
+As it did violate some sacred fane,
+To mar the goodly person of the foe.
+Once I did shudder at the polished sheath,
+But when 'tis needed, I'm possessed with strength,
+And as it were itself a thing of life,
+The fatal weapon, in my trembling grasp,
+Self-swayed, inflicteth the unerring stroke.
+
+
+
+SCENE IX.
+
+   A KNIGHT with closed visor, JOHANNA.
+
+KNIGHT.
+Accursed one! thy hour of death has come!
+Long have I sought thee on the battle-field,
+Fatal delusion! get thee back to hell,
+Whence thou didst issue forth.
+
+JOHANNA.
+                Say, who art thou,
+Whom his bad genius sendeth in my way?
+Princely thy port, no Briton dost thou seem,
+For the Burgundian colors stripe thy shield,
+Before the which my sword inclines its point.
+
+KNIGHT.
+Vile castaway! Thou all unworthy art
+To fall beneath a prince's noble hand.
+The hangman's axe should thy accursed head
+Cleave from thy trunk, unfit for such vile use
+The royal Duke of Burgundy's brave sword.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Art thou indeed that noble duke himself?
+
+KNIGHT (raises his visor).
+I'm he, vile creature, tremble and despair!
+The arts of hell shall not protect thee more.
+Thou hast till now weak dastards overcome;
+Now thou dost meet a man.
+
+
+
+SCENE X.
+
+   DUNOIS and LA HIRE. The same.
+
+DUNOIS.
+             Hold, Burgundy!
+Turn! combat now with men, and not with maids.
+
+LA HIRE.
+We will defend the holy prophetess;
+First must thy weapon penetrate this breast.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+I fear not this seducing Circe; no,
+Nor you, whom she hath changed so shamefully!
+Oh, blush, Dunois! and do thou blush, La Hire
+To stoop thy valor to these hellish arts--
+To be shield-bearer to a sorceress!
+Come one--come all! He only who despairs
+Of heaven's protection seeks the aid of hell.
+
+   [They prepare for combat, JOHANNA steps between.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Forbear!
+
+BURGUNDY.
+     Dost tremble for thy lover? Thus
+Before thine eyes he shall----
+
+   [He makes a thrust at DUNOIS.
+
+JOHANNA.
+               Dunois, forbear!
+Part them, La Hire! no blood of France must flow:
+Not hostile weapons must this strife decide,
+Above the stars 'tis otherwise decreed.
+Fall back! I say. Attend and venerate
+The Spirit which hath seized, which speaks through me!
+
+DUNOIS.
+Why, maiden, now hold back my upraised arm?
+Why check the just decision of the sword?
+My weapon pants to deal the fatal blow
+Which shall avenge and heal the woes of France.
+
+   [She places herself in the midst and separates the parties.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Fall back, Dunois! Stand where thou art, La Hire!
+Somewhat I have to say to Burgundy.
+
+   [When all is quiet.
+
+What wouldst thou, Burgundy? Who is the foe
+Whom eagerly thy murderous glances seek?
+This prince is, like thyself, a son of France,--
+This hero is thy countryman, thy friend;
+I am a daughter of thy fatherland.
+We all, whom thou art eager to destroy,
+Are of thy friends;--our longing arms prepare
+To clasp, our bending knees to honor thee.
+Our sword 'gainst thee is pointless, and that face
+E'en in a hostile helm is dear to us,
+For there we trace the features of our king.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+What, syren! wilt thou with seducing words
+Allure thy victim? Cunning sorceress,
+Me thou deludest not. Mine ears are closed
+Against thy treacherous words; and vainly dart
+Thy fiery glances 'gainst this mail of proof.
+To arms, Dunois!
+With weapons let us fight, and not with words.
+
+DUNOIS.
+First words, then weapons, Burgundy! Do words
+With dread inspire thee? 'Tis a coward's fear,
+And the betrayer of an evil cause.
+
+JOHANNA.
+'Tis not imperious necessity
+Which throws us at thy feet! We do not come
+As suppliants before thee. Look around!
+The English tents are level with the ground,
+And all the field is covered with your slain.
+Hark! the war-trumpets of the French resound;
+God hath decided--ours the victory!
+Our new-culled laurel garland with our friend
+We fain would share. Come, noble fugitive!
+Oh, come where justice and where victory dwell!
+Even I, the messenger of heaven, extend
+A sister's hand to thee. I fain would save
+And draw thee over to our righteous cause!
+Heaven hath declared for France! Angelic powers,
+Unseen by thee, do battle for our king;
+With lilies are the holy ones adorned,
+Pure as this radiant banner is our cause;
+Its blessed symbol is the queen of heaven.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+Falsehood's fallacious words are full of guile,
+But hers are pure and simple as a child's.
+If evil spirits borrow this disguise,
+They copy innocence triumphantly.
+I'll hear no more. To arms, Dunois! to arms!
+Mine ear, I feel, is weaker than mine arm.
+
+JOHANNA.
+You call me an enchantress, and accuse
+Of hellish arts. Is it the work of hell
+To heal dissension and to foster peace?
+Comes holy concord from the depths below?
+Say, what is holy, innocent, and good,
+If not to combat for our fatherland?
+Since when hath nature been so self-opposed
+That heaven forsakes the just and righteous cause,
+While hell protects it? If my words are true,
+Whence could I draw them but from heaven above?
+Who ever sought me in my shepherd-walks,
+To teach the humble maid affairs of state?
+I ne'er have stood with princes, to these lips
+Unknown the arts of eloquence. Yet now,
+When I have need of it to touch thy heart,
+Insight and varied knowledge I possess;
+The fate of empires and the doom of kings
+Lie clearly spread before my childish mind,
+And words of thunder issue from my mouth.
+
+BURGUNDY (greatly moved, looks at her with emotion and astonishment).
+How is it with me? Doth some heavenly power
+Thus strangely stir my spirit's inmost depths?
+This pure, this gentle creature cannot lie!
+No, if enchantment blinds me, 'tis from heaven.
+My spirit tells me she is sent from God.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Oh, he is moved! I have not prayed in vain,
+Wrath's thunder-cloud dissolves in gentle tears,
+And leaves his brow, while mercy's golden beams
+Break from his eyes and gently promise peace.
+Away with arms, now clasp him to your hearts,
+He weeps--he's conquered, he is ours once more!
+
+   [Her sword and banner fall; she hastens to him with
+   outstretched arms, and embraces him in great agitation.
+   LA HIRE and DUNOIS throw down their swords, and hasten
+   also to embrace him.
+
+
+
+
+ACT III.
+
+   Residence of the KING at Chalons on the Marne.
+
+
+
+SCENE I.
+
+   DUNOIS, LA HIRE.
+
+DUNOIS.
+We have been true heart-friends, brothers in arms,
+Still have we battled in a common cause,
+And held together amid toil and death.
+Let not the love of woman rend the bond
+Which hath resisted every stroke of fate.
+
+LA HIRE.
+Hear me, my prince!
+
+DUNOIS.
+           You love the wondrous maid,
+And well I know the purpose of your heart.
+You think without delay to seek the king,
+And to entreat him to bestow on you
+Her hand in marriage. Of your bravery
+The well-earned guerdon he cannot refuse
+But know,--ere I behold her in the arms
+Of any other----
+
+LA HIRE.
+        Listen to me, prince!
+
+DUNOIS.
+'Tis not the fleeting passion of the eye
+Attracts me to her. My unconquered sense
+Had set at naught the fiery shafts of love
+Till I beheld this wondrous maiden, sent
+By a divine appointment to become
+The savior of this kingdom, and my wife;
+And on the instant in my heart I vowed
+A sacred oath, to bear her home, my bride.
+For she alone who is endowed with strength
+Can be the strong man's friend. This glowing heart
+Longs to repose upon a kindred breast,
+Which can sustain and comprehend its strength.
+
+LA HIRE.
+How dare I venture, prince, my poor deserts
+To measure with your name's heroic fame!
+When Count Dunois appeareth in the lists,
+Each humbler suitor must forsake the field;
+Still it doth ill become a shepherd maid
+To stand as consort by your princely side.
+The royal current in your veins would scorn
+To mix with blood of baser quality.
+
+DUNOIS.
+She, like myself, is holy Nature's child,
+A child divine--hence we by birth are equal.
+She bring dishonor on a prince's hand,
+Who is the holy angel's bride, whose head
+Is by a heavenly glory circled round,
+Whose radiance far outshineth earthly crowns,
+Who seeth lying far beneath her feet
+All that is greatest, highest of this earth!
+For thrones on thrones, ascending to the stars,
+Would fail to reach the height where she abides
+In angel majesty!
+
+LA HIRE.
+Our monarch must decide.
+
+DUNOIS.
+             Not so! she must
+Decide! Free hath she made this realm of France,
+And she herself must freely give her heart.
+
+LA HIRE.
+Here comes the king!
+
+
+
+SCENE II.
+
+   CHARLES, AGNES, SOREL, DUCHATEL, and CHATILLON.
+   The same.
+
+CHARLES (to CHATILLON).
+He comes! My title he will recognize,
+And do me homage as his sovereign liege?
+
+CHATILLON.
+Here, in his royal town of Chalons, sire,
+The duke, my master, will fall down before thee.
+He did command me, as my lord and king,
+To give thee greeting. He'll be here anon.
+
+SOREL.
+He comes! Hail beauteous and auspicious day,
+Which bringeth joy, and peace, and reconcilement!
+
+CHATILLON.
+The duke, attended by two hundred knights,
+Will hither come; he at thy feet will kneel;
+But he expecteth not that thou to him
+Should yield the cordial greeting of a kinsman.
+
+CHARLES.
+I long to clasp him to my throbbing heart.
+
+CHATILLON.
+The duke entreats that at this interview,
+No word be spoken of the ancient strife!
+
+CHARLES.
+In Lethe be the past forever sunk!
+The smiling future now invites our gaze.
+
+CHATILLON.
+All who have combated for Burgundy
+Shall be included in the amnesty.
+
+CHARLES.
+So shall my realm be doubled in extent!
+
+CHATILLON.
+Queen Isabel, if she consent thereto,
+Shall also be included in the peace.
+
+CHARLES.
+She maketh war on me, not I on her.
+With her alone it rests to end our quarrel.
+
+CHATILLON.
+Twelve knights shall answer for thy royal word.
+
+CHARLES.
+My word is sacred.
+
+CHATILLON.
+          The archbishop shall
+Between you break the consecrated host,
+As pledge and seal of cordial reconcilement.
+
+CHARLES.
+Let my eternal weal be forfeited,
+If my hand's friendly grasp belie my heart.
+What other surety doth the duke require?
+
+CHATILLON (glancing at DUCHATEL).
+I see one standing here, whose presence, sire,
+Perchance might poison the first interview.
+
+   [DUCHATEL retires in silence.
+
+CHARLES.
+Depart, Duchatel, and remain concealed
+Until the duke can bear thee in his sight.
+
+   [He follows him with his eye, then hastens after
+   and embraces him.
+
+True-hearted friend! Thou wouldst far more than this
+Have done for my repose!
+                [Exit DUCHATEL.
+
+CHATILLON.
+This instrument doth name the other points.
+
+CHARLES (to the ARCHBISHOP).
+Let it be settled. We agree to all.
+We count no price too high to gain a friend.
+Go now, Dunois, and with a hundred knights,
+Give courteous conduct to the noble duke.
+Let the troops, garlanded with verdant boughs,
+Receive their comrades with a joyous welcome.
+Be the whole town arrayed in festive pomp,
+And let the bells with joyous peal, proclaim
+That France and Burgundy are reconciled.
+
+   [A PAGE enters. Trumpets sound.
+
+Hark! What importeth that loud trumpet's call?
+
+PAGE.
+The Duke of Burgundy hath stayed his march.
+
+                  [Exit.
+
+DUNOIS.
+Up! forth to meet him!
+
+   [Exit with LA HIRE and CHATILLON.
+
+CHARLES (to SOREL).
+My Agnes! thou dost weep! Even my strength
+Doth almost fail me at this interview.
+How many victims have been doomed to fall
+Ere we could meet in peace and reconcilement!
+But every storm at length suspends its rage,
+Day follows on the murkiest night; and still
+When comes the hour, the latest fruits mature!
+
+ARCHBISHOP (at the window).
+The thronging crowds impede the duke's advance;
+He scarce can free himself. They lift him now
+From off his horse; they kiss his spurs, his mantle.
+
+CHARLES.
+They're a good people, in whom love flames forth
+As suddenly as wrath. In how brief space
+They do forget that 'tis this very duke
+Who slew, in fight, their fathers and their sons;
+The moment swallows up the whole of life!
+Be tranquil, Sorel. E'en thy passionate joy
+Perchance might to his conscience prove a thorn.
+Nothing should either shame or grieve him here.
+
+
+
+SCENE III.
+
+   The DUKE OF BURGUNDY, DUNOIS, LA HIRE, CHATILLON, and two other
+   knights of the DUKE'S train. The DUKE remains standing at the
+   door; the KING inclines towards him; BURGUNDY immediately advances,
+   and in the moment when he is about to throw himself upon his knees,
+   the KING receives him in his arms.
+
+CHARLES.
+You have surprised us; it was our intent
+To fetch you hither, but your steeds are fleet.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+They bore me to my duty.
+   [He embraces SOREL, and kisses her brow.
+             With your leave!
+At Arras, niece, it is our privilege,
+And no fair damsel may exemption claim.
+
+CHARLES.
+Rumor doth speak your court the seat of love,
+The mart where all that's beautiful must tarry.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+We are a traffic-loving people, sire;
+Whate'er of costly earth's wide realms produce,
+For show and for enjoyment, is displayed
+Upon our mart at Bruges; but above all
+There woman's beauty is pre-eminent.
+
+SOREL.
+More precious far is woman's truth; but it
+Appeareth not upon the public mart.
+
+CHARLES.
+Kinsman, 'tis rumored to your prejudice
+That woman's fairest virtue you despise.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+The heresy inflicteth on itself
+The heaviest penalty. 'Tis well for you,
+From your own heart, my king, you learned betimes
+What a wild life hath late revealed to me.
+
+   [He perceives the ARCHBISHOP, and extends his hand.
+
+Most reverend minister of God! your blessing!
+You still are to be found on duty's path,
+Where those must walk who would encounter you.
+
+ARCHBISHOP.
+Now let my Master call me when he will;
+My heart is full, I can with joy depart,
+Since that mine eyes have seen this day!
+
+BURGUNDY (to SOREL).
+                     'Tis said
+That of your precious stones you robbed yourself,
+Therefrom to forge 'gainst me the tools of war!
+Bear you a soul so martial? Were you then
+So resolute to work my overthrow?
+Well, now our strife is over; what was lost
+Will in due season all be found again.
+Even your jewels have returned to you.
+Against me to make war they were designed;
+Receive them from me as a pledge of peace.
+
+   [He receives a casket from one of the attendants,
+   and presents it to her to open. SOREL, embarrassed,
+   looks at the KING.
+
+CHARLES.
+Receive this present; 'tis a twofold pledge
+Of reconcilement and of fairest love.
+
+BURGUNDY (placing a diamond rose in her hair).
+Why, is it not the diadem of France?
+With full as glad a spirit I would place
+The golden circle on this lovely brow.
+
+   [Taking her hand significantly.
+
+And count on me if, at some future time
+You should require a friend.
+
+   [AGNES SOREL bursts into tears, and steps aside.
+   THE KING struggles with his feelings. The bystanders
+   contemplate the two princes with emotion.
+
+BURGUNDY (after gazing round the circle, throws himself into
+     the KING'S arms).
+               Oh, my king!
+
+   [At the same moment the three Burgundian knights hasten to DUNOIS,
+   LA HIRE, and the ARCHBISHOP. They embrace each other. The two
+   PRINCES remain for a time speechless in each other's arms.
+
+I could renounce you! I could bear your hate!
+
+CHARLES.
+Hush! hush! No further!
+
+BURGUNDY.
+             I this English king
+Could crown! Swear fealty to this foreigner!
+And you, my sovereign, into ruin plunge!
+
+CHARLES.
+Forget it! Everything's forgiven now!
+This single moment doth obliterate all.
+'Twas a malignant star! A destiny!
+
+BURGUNDY (grasps his hand).
+Believe me, sire, I'll make amends for all.
+Your bitter sorrow I will compensate;
+You shall receive your kingdom back entire,
+A solitary village shall not fail!
+
+CHARLES.
+We are united. Now I fear no foe.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+Trust me, it was not with a joyous spirit
+That I bore arms against you. Did you know?
+Oh, wherefore sent you not this messenger?
+
+   [Pointing to SOREL.
+
+I must have yielded to her gentle tears.
+Henceforth, since breast to breast we have embraced,
+No power of hell again shall sever us!
+My erring course ends here. His sovereign's heart
+Is the true resting-place for Burgundy.
+
+ARCHBISHOP (steps between them).
+Ye are united, princes! France doth rise
+A renovated phoenix from its ashes.
+The auspicious future greets us with a smile.
+The country's bleeding wounds will heal again,
+The villages, the desolated towns,
+Rise in new splendor from their ruined heaps,
+The fields array themselves in beauteous green;
+But those who, victims of your quarrel, fell,
+The dead, rise not again; the bitter tears,
+Caused by your strife, remain forever wept!
+One generation hath been doomed to woe;
+On their descendants dawns a brighter day;
+The gladness of the son wakes not the sire.
+This the dire fruitage of your brother-strife!
+Oh, princes, learn from hence to pause with dread,
+Ere from its scabbard ye unsheath the sword.
+The man of power lets loose the god of war,
+But not, obedient, as from fields of air
+Returns the falcon to the sportsman's hand,
+Doth the wild deity obey the call
+Of mortal voice; nor will the Saviour's hand
+A second time forth issue from the clouds.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+Oh, sire! an angel walketh by your side.
+Where is she? Why do I behold her not?
+
+CHARLES.
+Where is Johanna? Wherefore faileth she
+To grace the festival we owe to her?
+
+ARCHBISHOP.
+She loves not, sire, the idleness of the court,
+And when the heavenly mandate calls her not
+Forth to the world's observance, she retires,
+And doth avoid the notice of the crowd.
+Doubtless, unless the welfare of the realm
+Claims her regard, she communes with her God,
+For still a blessing on her steps attends.
+
+
+
+SCENE IV.
+
+   The same.
+   JOHANNA enters. She is clad in armor, and wears
+   a garland in her hair.
+
+CHARLES.
+Thou comest as a priestess decked, Johanna,
+To consecrate the union formed by thee!
+
+BURGUNDY.
+How dreadful was the maiden in the fight!
+How lovely circled by the beams of peace!
+My word, Johanna, have I now fulfilled?
+Art thou contented? Have I thine applause?
+
+JOHANNA.
+The greatest favor thou hast shown thyself.
+Arrayed in blessed light thou shinest now,
+Who didst erewhile with bloody, ominous ray,
+Hang like a moon of terror in the heavens.
+   [Looking round.
+Many brave knights I find assembled here,
+And joy's glad radiance beams in every eye;
+One mourner, one alone I have encountered;
+He must conceal himself, where all rejoice.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+And who is conscious of such heavy guilt,
+That of our favor he must needs despair?
+
+JOHANNA.
+May he approach? Oh, tell me that he may;
+Complete thy merit. Void the reconcilement
+That frees not the whole heart. A drop of hate
+Remaining in the cup of joy converts
+The blessed draught to poison. Let there be
+No deed so stained with blood that Burgundy
+Cannot forgive it on this day of joy.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+Ha! now I understand!
+
+JOHANNA.
+            And thou'lt forgive?
+Thou wilt indeed forgive? Come in, Duchatel!
+
+   [She opens the door and leads in DUCHATEL,
+   who remains standing at a distance.
+
+The duke is reconciled to all his foes,
+And he is so to thee.
+
+   [DUCHATEL approaches a few steps nearer,
+   and tries to read the countenance of the DUKE.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+            What makest thou
+Of me, Johanna? Know'st thou what thou askest?
+
+JOHANNA.
+A gracious sovereign throws his portals wide,
+Admitting every guest, excluding none;
+As freely as the firmament the world,
+So mercy must encircle friend and foe.
+Impartially the sun pours forth his beams
+Through all the regions of infinity;
+The heaven's reviving dew falls everywhere,
+And brings refreshment to each thirsty plant;
+Whate'er is good, and cometh from on high,
+Is universal, and without reserve;
+But in the heart's recesses darkness dwells!
+
+BURGUNDY.
+Oh, she can mould me to her wish; my heart
+Is in her forming hand like melted wax.
+--Duchatel, I forgive thee--come, embrace me!
+Shade of my sire! oh, not with wrathful eye
+Behold me clasp the hand that shed thy blood.
+Ye death-gods, reckon not to my account,
+That my dread oath of vengeance I abjure.
+With you, in yon drear realm of endless night,
+There beats no human heart, and all remains
+Eternal, steadfast, and immovable.
+Here in the light of day 'tis otherwise.
+Man, living, feeling man, is aye the sport
+Of the o'ermastering present.
+
+CHARLES (to JOHANNA).
+                Lofty maid!
+What owe I not to thee! How truly now
+Hast thou fulfilled thy word,--how rapidly
+Reversed my destiny! Thou hast appeased
+My friends, and in the dust o'erwhelmed my foes;
+From foreign yoke redeemed my cities. Thou
+Hast all achieved. Speak, how can I reward thee?
+
+JOHANNA.
+Sire, in prosperity be still humane,
+As in misfortune thou hast ever been;
+And on the height of greatness ne'er forget
+The value of a friend in times of need;
+Thou hast approved it in adversity.
+Refuse not to the lowest of thy people
+The claims of justice and humanity,
+For thy deliverer from the fold was called.
+Beneath thy royal sceptre thou shalt gather
+The realm entire of France. Thou shalt become
+The root and ancestor of mighty kings;
+Succeeding monarchs, in their regal state,
+Shall those outshine, who filled the throne before.
+Thy stock, in majesty shall bloom so long
+As it stands rooted in the people's love.
+Pride only can achieve its overthrow,
+And from the lowly station, whence to-day
+God summoned thy deliverer, ruin dire
+Obscurely threats thy crime-polluted sons!
+
+BURGUNDY.
+Exalted maid! Possessed with sacred fire!
+If thou canst look into the gulf of time,
+Speak also of my race! Shall coming years
+With ampler honors crown my princely line!
+
+JOHANNA.
+High as the throne, thou, Burgundy, hast built
+Thy seat of power, and thy aspiring heart
+Would raise still higher, even to the clouds,
+The lofty edifice. But from on high
+A hand omnipotent shall check its rise.
+Fear thou not hence the downfall of thy house!
+Its glory in a maiden shall survive;
+Upon her breast shall sceptre-bearing kings,
+The people's shepherds, bloom. Their ample sway
+Shall o'er two realms extend, they shall ordain
+Laws to control the known world, and the new,
+Which God still veils behind the pathless waves.
+
+CHARLES.
+Oh, if the Spirit doth reveal it, speak;
+Shall this alliance which we now renew
+In distant ages still unite our sons?
+
+JOHANNA (after a pause).
+Sovereigns and kings! disunion shun with dread!
+Wake not contention from the murky cave
+Where he doth lie asleep, for once aroused
+He cannot soon be quelled? He doth beget
+An iron brood, a ruthless progeny;
+Wildly the sweeping conflagration spreads.
+--Be satisfied! Seek not to question further
+In the glad present let your hearts rejoice,
+The future let me shroud!
+
+SOREL.
+              Exalted maid!
+Thou canst explore my heart, thou readest there
+If after worldly greatness it aspires,
+To me to give a joyous oracle.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Of empires only I discern the doom;
+In thine own bosom lies thy destiny!
+
+DUNOIS.
+What, holy maid, will be thy destiny?
+Doubtless, for thee, who art beloved of heaven,
+The fairest earthly happiness shall bloom,
+For thou art pure and holy.
+
+JOHANNA.
+               Happiness
+Abideth yonder, with our God, in heaven.
+
+CHARLES.
+Thy fortune be henceforth thy monarch's care!
+For I will glorify thy name in France,
+And the remotest age shall call thee blest.
+Thus I fulfil my word. Kneel down!
+   [He draws his sword and touches her with it.
+                   And rise!
+A noble! I, thy monarch, from the dust
+Of thy mean birth exalt thee. In the grave
+Thy fathers I ennoble--thou shalt bear
+Upon thy shield the fleur-de-lis, and be
+Of equal lineage with the best in France.
+Only the royal blood of Valois shall
+Be nobler than thine own! The highest peer
+Shall feel himself exalted by thy hand;
+To wed thee nobly, maid, shall be my care!
+
+DUNOIS (advancing).
+My heart made choice of her when she was lowly.
+The recent honor which encircles her,
+Neither exalts her merit nor my love.
+Here in my sovereign's presence, and before
+This holy bishop, maid, I tender thee
+My hand, and take thee as my princely wife,
+If thou esteem me worthy to be thine.
+
+CHARLES.
+Resistless maiden! wonder thou dost add
+To wonder! Yes, I now believe that naught's
+Impossible to thee! Thou hast subdued
+This haughty heart, which still hath scoffed till now
+At love's omnipotence.
+
+LA HIRE (advancing).
+            If I have read
+Aright Johanna's soul, her modest heart's
+Her fairest jewel. She deserveth well
+The homage of the great, but her desires
+Soar not so high. She striveth not to reach
+A giddy eminence; an honest heart's
+True love content's her, and the quiet lot
+Which with this hand I humbly proffer her.
+
+CHARLES.
+Thou, too, La Hire! two brave competitors,--
+Peers in heroic virtue and renown!
+--Wilt thou, who hast appeased mine enemies,
+My realms united, part my dearest friends?
+One only can possess her; I esteem
+Each to be justly worthy such a prize.
+Speak, maid! thy heart alone must here decide.
+
+SOREL.
+The noble maiden is surprised, her cheek
+Is crimsoned over with a modest blush.
+Let her have leisure to consult her heart,
+And in confiding friendship to unseal
+Her long-closed bosom. Now the hour is come
+When, with a sister's love, I also may
+Approach the maid severe, and offer her
+This silent, faithful breast. Permit us women
+Alone to weigh this womanly affair;
+Do you await the issue.
+
+CHARLES (about to retire).
+             Be it so!
+
+JOHANNA.
+No, sire, not so! the crimson on my cheek
+Is not the blush of bashful modesty.
+Naught have I for this noble lady's ear
+Which in this presence I may not proclaim.
+The choice of these brave knights much honors me,
+But I did not forsake my shepherd-walks,
+To chase vain worldly splendor, nor array
+My tender frame in panoply of war,
+To twine the bridal garland in my hair.
+Far other labor is assigned to me,
+Which a pure maiden can alone achieve.
+I am the soldier of the Lord of Hosts,
+And to no mortal man can I be wife.
+
+ARCHBISHOP.
+To be a fond companion unto man
+Is woman born--when nature she obeys,
+Most wisely she fulfils high heaven's decree!
+When His behest who called thee to the field
+Shall be accomplished, thou'lt resign thy arms,
+And once again rejoin the softer sex,
+Whose gentle nature thou dost now forego,
+And which from war's stern duties is exempt.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Most reverend sir! as yet I cannot say
+What work the Spirit will enjoin on me.
+But when the time comes round, his guiding voice
+Will not be mute, and it I will obey.
+Now he commands me to complete my task;
+My royal master's brow is still uncrowned,
+'Twere better for me I had ne'er been born!
+Henceforth no more of this, unless ye would
+Provoke the Spirit's wrath who in me dwells!
+The eye of man, regarding me with love,
+To me is horror and profanity.
+
+CHARLES.
+Forbear! It is in vain to urge her further.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Command the trumpets of the war to sound!
+This stillness doth perplex and harass me;
+An inward impulse drives me from repose,
+It still impels me to achieve my work,
+And sternly beckons me to meet my doom.
+
+
+
+SCENE V.
+
+   A KNIGHT, entering hastily.
+
+CHARLES.
+What tidings? Speak!
+
+KNIGHT.
+            The foe has crossed the Marne,
+And marshalleth his army for the fight.
+
+JOHANNA (inspired).
+Battle and tumult! Now my soul is free.
+Arm, warriors, arm! while I prepare the troops.
+
+             [She goes out.
+
+CHARLES.
+Follow, La Hire! E'en at the gates of Rheims
+They will compel us to dispute the crown!
+
+DUNOIS.
+No genuine courage prompts them. This essay
+Is the last effort of enraged despair.
+
+CHARLES.
+I do not urge you, duke. To-day's the time
+To compensate the errors of the past.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+You shall be satisfied with me.
+
+CHARLES.
+                 Myself
+Will march before you on the path of fame;
+Here, with my royal town of Rheims in view,
+I'll fight, and gallantry achieve the crown.
+Thy knight, my Agnes, bids thee now farewell!
+
+AGNES (embracing him).
+I do not weep, I do not tremble for thee;
+My faith, unshaken, cleaveth unto God!
+Heaven, were we doomed to failure, had not given
+So many gracious pledges of success!
+My heart doth whisper me that, victory-crowned,
+In conquered Rheims, I shall embrace my king.
+
+   [Trumpets sound with a spirited tone, and while the scene
+   is changing pass into a wild martial strain. When the
+   scene opens, the orchestra joins in, accompanied by warlike
+   instruments behind the scene.
+
+
+
+SCENE VI.
+
+   The scene changes to an open country skirted with trees. During the
+   music soldiers are seen retreating hastily across the background.
+
+   TALBOT, leaning on FASTOLFE, and accompanied by soldiers. Soon
+   after, LIONEL.
+
+TALBOT.
+Here lay me down beneath the trees, and then
+Betake you back, with speed, unto the fight;
+I need no aid to die.
+
+FASTOLFE.
+            Oh, woful day!
+   [LIONEL enters.
+Behold what sign awaits you, Lionel!
+Here lies our general wounded unto death.
+
+LIONEL.
+Now, God forbid! My noble lord, arise!
+No moment this to falter and to sink.
+Yield not to death. By your all-powerful will
+Command your ebbing spirit still to live.
+
+TALBOT.
+In vain! The day of destiny is come,
+Which will o'erthrow the English power in France.
+In desperate combat I have vainly risked
+The remnant of our force to ward it off.
+Struck by the thunderbolt I prostrate lie,
+Never to rise again. Rheims now is lost,
+Hasten to succor Paris!
+
+LIONEL.
+Paris is with the Dauphin reconciled;
+A courier even now has brought the news.
+
+TALBOT (tearing off his bandages).
+Then freely flow, ye currents of my blood,
+For Talbot now is weary of the sun!
+
+LIONEL.
+I may no longer tarry: Fastolfe, haste!
+Convey our leader to a place of safety.
+No longer now can we maintain this post;
+Our flying troops disperse on every side,
+On, with resistless might, the maiden comes.
+
+TALBOT.
+Folly, thou conquerest, and I must yield!
+Against stupidity the very gods.
+Themselves contend in vain. Exalted reason,
+Resplendent daughter of the head divine,
+Wise foundress of the system of the world,
+Guide of the stars, who art thou then if thou,
+Bound to the tail of folly's uncurbed steed,
+Must, vainly shrieking with the drunken crowd,
+Eyes open, plunge down headlong in the abyss.
+Accursed, who striveth after noble ends,
+And with deliberate wisdom forms his plans!
+To the fool-king belongs the world.
+
+LIONEL.
+                   My lord,
+But for a few brief moments can you live--
+Think of your Maker!
+
+TALBOT.
+           Had we, like brave men,
+Been vanquished by the brave, we might, indeed,
+Console ourselves that 'twas the common lot;
+For fickle fortune aye revolves her wheel.
+But to be baffled by such juggling arts!
+Deserved our earnest and laborious life
+Not a more earnest issue?
+
+LIONEL (extends his hand to him).
+              Fare you well!
+The debt of honest tears I will discharge
+After the battle--if I then survive.
+Now Fate doth call me hence, where on the field
+Her web she waveth, and dispenseth doom.
+We in another world shall meet again;
+For our long friendship, this a brief farewell.
+
+                 [Exit.
+
+TALBOT.
+Soon is the struggle past, and to the earth,
+To the eternal sun, I render back
+These atoms, joined in me for pain and pleasure.
+And of the mighty Talbot, who the world
+Filled with his martial glory, there remains
+Naught save a modicum of senseless dust.
+Such is the end of man--the only spoil
+We carry with us from life's battle-field,
+Is but an insight into nothingness,
+And utter scorn of all which once appeared
+To us exalted and desirable.
+
+
+
+SCENE VII.
+
+   CHARLES, BURGUNDY, DUNOIS, DUCHATEL, and Soldiers.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+The trench is stormed!
+
+DUNOIS.
+            The victory is ours!
+
+CHARLES (perceiving TALBOT.)
+Look! Who is he, who yonder of the sun
+Taketh reluctant, sorrowful farewell?
+His armor indicates no common man;
+Go, succor him, if aid may yet avail.
+
+   [Soldiers of the KING'S retinue step forward.
+
+FASTOLFE.
+Back! Stand apart! Respect the mighty dead,
+Whom ye in life ne'er ventured to approach!
+
+BURGUNDY.
+What do I see? Lord Talbot in his blood!
+
+   [He approaches him. TALBOT gazes fixedly at him, and dies.
+
+FASTOLFE.
+Traitor, avaunt! Let not the sight of thee
+Poison the dying hero's parting glance.
+
+DUNOIS.
+Resistless hero! Dread-inspiring Talbot!
+Does such a narrow space suffice thee now,
+And this vast kingdom could not satisfy
+The large ambition of thy giant soul!
+Now first I can salute you, sire, as king:
+The diadem but tottered on your brow,
+While yet a spirit tenanted this clay.
+
+CHARLES (after contemplating the body in silence).
+A higher power hath vanquished him, not we!
+He lies upon the soil of France, as lies
+The hero on the shield he would not quit.
+Well, peace be with his ashes! Bear him hence!
+
+   [Soldiers take up the body and carry it away.
+
+Here in the heart of France, where his career
+Of conquest ended, let his relics lie!
+So far no hostile sword attained before.
+A fitting tomb shall memorize his name;
+His epitaph the spot whereon he fell.
+
+FASTOLFE (yielding his sword).
+I am your prisoner, sir.
+
+CHARLES (returning his sword).
+             Not so! Rude war
+Respects each pious office; you are free
+To render the last honors to the dead,
+Go now, Duchatel--still my Agnes trembles--
+Hasten to snatch her from anxiety--
+Bring her the tidings of our victory,
+And usher her in triumph into Rheims!
+
+          [Exit DUCHATEL.
+
+
+
+SCENE VIII.
+
+   The same. LA HIRE.
+
+DUNOIS.
+La Hire, where is the maiden?
+
+LA HIRE.
+                That I ask
+Of you; I left her fighting by your side.
+
+DUNOIS.
+I thought she was protected by your arm,
+When I departed to assist the king.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+Not long ago I saw her banner wave
+Amidst the thickest of the hostile ranks.
+
+DUNOIS.
+Alas! where is she? Evil I forebode?
+Come, let us haste to rescue her. I fear
+Her daring soul hath led her on too far;
+Alone she combats in the midst of foes,
+And without succor yieldeth to the crowd.
+
+CHARLES.
+Haste to her rescue!
+
+LA HIRE.
+           Come!
+
+BURGUNDY.
+               We follow all!
+
+                   [Exit.
+
+   [They retire in haste. A deserted part of the
+   battle-field. In the distance are seen the towers
+   of Rheims illumined by the sun.
+
+
+
+SCENE IX.
+
+   A KNIGHT in black armor, with closed visor. JOHANNA follows
+   him to the front of the stage, where he stops and awaits her.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Deluder! now I see thy stratagem!
+Thou hast deceitfully, through seeming flight,
+Allured me from the battle, doom and death
+Averting thus from many a British head.
+Destruction now doth overtake thyself.
+
+BLACK KNIGHT.
+Why dost thou follow after me and track
+My steps with quenchless rage? I am not doomed
+To perish by thy hand.
+
+JOHANNA.
+            Deep in my soul
+I hate thee as the night, which is thy color;
+To blot thee out from the fair light of day
+An irresistible desire impels me.
+Who art thou? Raise thy visor. I had said
+That thou wert Talbot had I not myself
+Seen warlike Talbot in the battle fall.
+
+BLACK KNIGHT.
+Is the divining-spirit mute in thee?
+
+JOHANNA.
+His voice speaks loudly in my spirit's depth
+The near approach of woe.
+
+BLACK KNIGHT.
+              Johanna D'Arc!
+Borne on the wings of conquest, thou hast reached
+The gates of Rheims. Let thy achieved renown
+Content thee. Fortune, like thy slave, till now
+Hath followed thee; dismiss her, ere in wrath
+She free herself; fidelity she hates;
+She serveth none with constancy till death.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Why check me in the midst of my career?
+Why bid me falter and forsake my work?
+I will complete it and fulfil my vow!
+
+BLACK KNIGHT.
+Nothing can thee, thou mighty one, withstand,
+In battle thou art aye invincible.
+But henceforth shun the fight; attend my warning.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Not from my hand will I resign this sword
+Till haughty England's prostrate in the dust.
+
+BLACK KNIGHT.
+Behold! there Rheims ariseth with its towers,
+The goal and end of thy career. Thou seest
+The lofty minster's sun-illumined dome;
+Thou in triumphal pomp wouldst enter there,
+Thy monarch crown, and ratify thy vow.
+Enter not there! Return! Attend my warning!
+
+JOHANNA.
+What art thou, double-tongued, deceitful being,
+Who wouldst bewilder and appal me? Speak!
+By what authority dost thou presume
+To greet me with fallacious oracles?
+
+   [The BLACK KNIGHT is about to depart, she steps in his way.
+
+No, thou shalt speak, or perish by my hand!
+
+   [She endeavors to strike him.
+
+BLACK KNIGHT (touches her with his hand, she remains motionless).
+Slay what is mortal!
+
+   [Darkness, thunder and lightning. The KNIGHT sinks into the earth.
+
+JOHANNA (stands at first in amazement, but soon recovers herself).
+'Twas nothing living. 'Twas a base delusion,
+An instrument of hell, a juggling fiend,
+Uprisen hither from the fiery pool
+To shake and terrify my steadfast heart.
+Wielding the sword of God, whom should I fear!
+I will triumphantly achieve my work.
+My courage should not waver, should not fail
+Were hell itself to champion me to fight!
+
+          [She is about to depart.
+
+
+
+SCENE X.
+
+   LIONEL, JOHANNA.
+
+LIONEL.
+Accursed one, prepare thee for the fight!
+Not both of us shall quit this field alive.
+Thou hast destroyed the bravest of our host
+The noble Talbot hath his mighty soul
+Breathed forth upon my bosom. I'll avenge
+The hero, or participate his doom.
+And wouldst thou know who brings thee glory now,
+Whether he live or die,--I'm Lionel,
+The sole survivor of the English chiefs,
+And still unconquered is this valiant arm.
+
+   [He rushes upon her; after a short combat she strikes
+   the sword out of his hand.
+
+Perfidious fortune!
+
+   [He wrestles with her. JOHANNA seizes him by the crest
+   and tears open his helmet; his face is thus exposed;
+   at the same time she draws her sword with her right hand.
+
+JOHANNA.
+           Suffer, what thou soughtest!
+The Virgin sacrifices thee through me!
+
+   [At this moment she gazes in his face. His aspect
+   softens her, she remains motionless and slowly lets
+   her arm sink.
+
+LIONEL.
+Why linger, why withhold the stroke of death?
+My glory thou hast taken--take my life!
+I want no mercy, I am in thy power.
+
+   [She makes him a sign with her hand to fly.
+
+How! shall I fly and owe my life to thee?
+No, I would rather die.
+
+JOHANNA (with averted face).
+             I will not know
+That ever thou didst owe thy life to me.
+
+LIONEL.
+I hate alike thee and thy proffered gift.
+I want no mercy--kill thine enemy
+Who loathes and would have slain thee.
+
+JOHANNA.
+                    Slay me, then,
+And fly!
+
+LIONEL.
+     Ha! What is this?
+
+JOHANNA (hiding her face).
+               Woe's me!
+
+LIONEL (approaching her).
+                     'Tis said
+Thou killest all the English whom thy sword
+Subdues in battle--why spare me alone?
+
+JOHANNA (raises her sword with a rapid movement as if to strike him,
+     but lets it fall quickly when she gazes on his face).
+Oh, Holy Virgin!
+
+LIONEL.
+         Wherefore namest thou
+The Holy Virgin? she knows naught of thee;
+Heaven hath no part in thee.
+
+JOHANNA (in the greatest anxiety).
+               What have I done?
+Alas! I've broke my vow!
+
+   [She wrings her hands in despair.
+
+LIONEL (looks at her with sympathy and approaches her).
+              Unhappy maid!
+I pity thee! Thy sorrow touches me;
+Thou hast shown mercy unto me alone,
+My hatred yielded unto sympathy!
+Who art thou, and whence comest thou?
+
+JOHANNA.
+                    Away!
+
+LIONEL.
+Thy youth, thy beauty, move my soul to pity!
+Thy look sinks in my heart. I fain would save thee!
+How may I do so? tell me. Come! oh, come!
+Renounce this fearful league--throw down these arms!
+
+JOHANNA.
+I am unworthy now to carry them!
+
+LIONEL.
+Then throw them from thee--quick! come, follow me!
+
+JOHANNA (with horror).
+How! follow thee!
+
+LIONEL.
+          Thou may'st be saved. Oh, come!
+I will deliver thee, but linger not.
+Strange sorrow for thy sake doth seize my heart,
+Unspeakable desire to rescue thee----
+
+   [He seizes her arm.
+
+JOHANNA.
+The Bastard comes! 'Tis they! They seek for me!
+If they should find thee----
+
+LIONEL.
+              I'll defend thee, maid.
+
+JOHANNA.
+I die if thou shouldst perish by their hands!
+
+LIONEL.
+Am I then dear to thee?
+
+JOHANNA.
+             Ye heavenly powers!
+
+LIONEL.
+Shall I again behold thee--hear from thee?
+
+JOHANNA.
+No! never!
+
+LIONEL.
+      Thus this sword I seize in pledge
+That I again behold thee!
+
+   [He snatches her sword.
+
+JOHANNA.
+              Madman, hold!
+Thou darest?
+
+LIONEL.
+Now I yield to force--again
+I'll see thee!
+              [He retires.
+
+
+
+SCENE XI.
+
+   JOHANNA, DUNOIS, LA HIRE.
+
+LA HIRE.
+        It is she! The maiden lives!
+
+DUNOIS.
+Fear not, Johanna! friends are at thy side.
+
+LA HIRE.
+Is not that Lionel who yonder flies?
+
+DUNOIS.
+Let him escape! Maiden, the righteous cause
+Hath triumphed now. Rheims opens wide its gates;
+The joyous crowds pour forth to meet their king.
+
+LA HIRE.
+What ails thee, maiden? She grows pale--she sinks!
+
+   [JOHANNA grows dizzy, and is about to fall.
+
+DUNOIS.
+She's wounded--rend her breastplate--'tis her arm!
+The wound is not severe.
+
+LA HIRE.
+             Her blood doth flow.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Oh, that my life would stream forth with my blood!
+
+   [She lies senseless in LA HIRE'S arms.
+
+
+
+
+
+ACT IV.
+
+   A hall adorned as for a festival; the columns are hung
+   with garlands; behind the scene flutes and hautboys.
+
+
+
+SCENE I.
+
+JOHANNA.
+
+Hushed is the din of arms, war's storms subside,
+Glad songs and dance succeed the bloody fray,
+Through all the streets joy echoes far and wide,
+Altar and church are decked in rich array,
+Triumphal arches rise in vernal pride,
+Wreathes round the columns wind their flowery way,
+Wide Rheims cannot contain the mighty throng,
+Which to joyous pageant rolls along.
+
+One thought alone doth every heart possess,
+One rapt'rous feeling o'er each breast preside.
+And those to-day are linked in happiness
+Whom bloody hatred did erewhile divide.
+All who themselves of Gallic race confess
+The name of Frenchman own with conscious pride,
+France sees the splendor of her ancient crown,
+And to her monarch's son bows humbly down.
+
+Yet I, the author of this wide delight,
+The joy, myself created, cannot share;
+My heart is changed, in sad and dreary plight
+It flies the festive pageant in despair;
+Still to the British camp it taketh flight,
+Against my will my gaze still wanders there,
+And from the throng I steal, with grief oppressed,
+To hide the guilt which weighs upon my breast!
+
+What! I permit a human form
+To haunt my bosom's sacred cell?
+And there, where heavenly radiance shone,
+Doth earthly love presume to dwell?
+The savior of my country, I,
+The warrior of God most high,
+Burn for my country's foeman? Dare I name
+Heaven's holy light, nor feel o'erwhelmed with shame?
+
+[The music behind the scene passes into a soft and moving melody.
+
+   Woe is me! Those melting tones!
+    They distract my 'wildered brain!
+   Every note, his voice recalling,
+    Conjures up his form again
+
+   Would that spears were whizzing round!
+    Would that battle's thunder roared!
+   'Midst the wild tumultuous sound
+    My former strength were then restored.
+
+   These sweet tones, these melting voices,
+    With seductive power are fraught!
+   They dissolve, in gentle longing,
+    Every feeling, every thought,
+   Waking tears of plaintive sadness.
+
+     [After a pause, with more energy.
+
+Should I have killed him? Could I, when I gazed
+Upon his face? Killed him? Oh, rather far
+Would I have turned my weapon 'gainst myself!
+And am I culpable because humane?
+Is pity sinful? Pity! Didst then hear
+The voice of pity and humanity
+When others fell the victims of thy sword?
+Why was she silent when the gentle youth
+From Wales entreated thee to spare his life?
+Oh, cunning heart! Thou liest before high heaven!
+It is not pity's voice impels thee now!
+Why was I doomed to look into his eyes!
+To mark his noble features! With that glance,
+Thy crime, thy woe commenced. Unhappy one!
+A sightless instrument thy God demands,
+Blindly thou must accomplish his behest!
+When thou didst see, God's shield abandoned thee,
+And the dire snares of hell around thee pressed!
+
+[Flutes are again heard, and she subsides into a quiet melancholy.
+
+   Harmless staff! Oh, that I ne'er
+    Had for the sword abandoned thee!
+   Had voices never reached mine ear,
+    From thy branches, sacred tree!
+   High queen of heaven! Oh, would that thou
+    Hadst ne'er revealed thyself to me!
+   Take back--I dare not claim it now--
+    Take back thy crown, 'tis not for me!
+
+   I saw the heavens open wide,
+    I gazed upon that face of love!
+   Yet here on earth my hopes abide,
+    They do not dwell in heaven above!
+   Why, Holy One, on me impose
+    This dread vocation? Could I steel,
+   And to each soft emotion close
+    This heart, by nature formed to feel?
+
+   Wouldst thou proclaim thy high command,
+    Make choice of those who, free from sin,
+   In thy eternal mansions stand;
+    Send forth thy flaming cherubim!
+   Immortal ones, thy law they keep,
+   They do not feel, they do not weep!
+   Choose not a tender woman's aid,
+   Not the frail soul of shepherd maid!
+
+   Was I concerned with warlike things,
+   With battles or the strife of kings?
+   In innocence I led my sheep
+   Adown the mountain's silent steep,
+   But thou didst send me into life,
+   Midst princely halls and scenes of strife,
+   To lose my spirit's tender bloom
+   Alas, I did not seek my doom!
+
+
+
+SCENE II.
+
+   AGNES SOREL, JOHANNA.
+
+SOREL (advances joyfully. When she perceives JOHANNA she hastens to
+ her and falls upon her neck; then suddenly recollecting herself; she
+ relinquishes her hold, and falls down before her).
+No! no! not so! Before thee in the dust----
+
+JOHANNA (trying to raise her).
+Arise! Thou dost forget thyself and me.
+
+SOREL.
+Forbid me not! 'tis the excess of joy
+Which throws me at thy feet--I must pour forth
+My o'ercharged heart in gratitude to God;
+I worship the Invisible in thee.
+Thou art the angel who has led my lord
+To Rheims, to crown him with the royal crown.
+What I ne'er dreamed to see is realized!
+The coronation march will soon set forth;
+Arrayed in festal pomp the monarch stands;
+Assembled are the nobles of the realm,
+The mighty peers to bear the insignia;
+To the cathedral rolls the billowy crowd;
+Glad songs resound, the bells unite their peal:
+Oh, this excess of joy I cannot bear!
+
+   [JOHANNA gently raises her. AGNES SOREL pauses a moment,
+   and surveys the MAIDEN more narrowly.
+
+Yet thou remainest ever grave and stern;
+Thou canst create delight, yet share it not.
+Thy heart is cold, thou feelest not our joy,
+Thou hast beheld the glories of the skies;
+No earthly interest moveth thy pure breast.
+
+   [JOHANNA seizes her hand passionately, but soon lets it fall again.
+
+Oh, couldst thou own a woman's feeling heart!
+Put off this armor, war is over now,
+Confess thy union with the softer sex!
+My loving heart shrinks timidly from thee,
+While thus thou wearest Pallas' brow severe.
+
+JOHANNA.
+What wouldst thou have me do?
+
+SOREL.
+                Unarm thyself!
+Put off this coat of mail! The God of Love
+Fears to approach a bosom clad in steel.
+Oh, be a woman, thou wilt feel his power!
+
+JOHANNA.
+What, now unarm myself? Midst battle's roar
+I'll bare my bosom to the stroke of death!
+Not now! Would that a sevenfold wall of brass
+Could hide me from your revels, from myself!
+
+SOREL.
+Thou'rt loved by Count Dunois. His noble heart,
+Which virtue and renown alone inspire,
+With pure and holy passion glows for thee.
+Oh, it is sweet to know oneself beloved
+By such a hero--sweeter still to love him!
+
+   [JOHANNA turns away with aversion.
+
+Thou hatest him?--No, no, thou only canst
+Not love him:--how could hatred stir thy breast!
+Those who would tear us from the one we love,
+We hate alone; but none can claim thy love.
+Thy heart is tranquil--if it could but feel----
+
+JOHANNA.
+Oh, pity me! Lament my hapless fate!
+
+SOREL.
+What can be wanting to complete thy joy?
+Thou hast fulfilled thy promise, France is free,
+To Rheims, in triumph, thou hast led the king,
+Thy mighty deeds have gained thee high renown,
+A happy people praise and worship thee;
+Thy name, the honored theme of every tongue;
+Thou art the goddess of this festival;
+The monarch, with his crown and regal state,
+Shines not with greater majesty than thou!
+
+JOHANNA.
+Oh, could I hide me in the depths of earth!
+
+SOREL.
+Why this emotion? Whence this strange distress?
+Who may to-day look up without a fear
+If thou dost cast thine eyes upon the ground!
+It is for me to blush, me, who near thee
+Feel all my littleness; I cannot reach
+The lofty virtue, thy heroic strength!
+For--all my weakness shall I own to thee?
+Not the renown of France, my Fatherland,
+Not the new splendor of the monarch's crow,
+Not the triumphant gladness of the crowds,
+Engage this woman's heart. One only form
+Is in its depths enshrined; it hath no room
+For any feeling save for one alone:
+He is the idol, him the people bless,
+Him they extol, for him they strew these flowers,
+And he is mine, he is my own true love!
+
+JOHANNA.
+Oh, thou art happy! thou art blessed indeed!
+Thou lovest, where all love. Thou may'st, unblamed
+Pour forth thy rapture, and thine inmost heart,
+Fearless discover to the gaze of man!
+Thy country's triumph is thy lover's too.
+The vast, innumerable multitudes,
+Who, rolling onward, crowd within these walls,
+Participate thy joy, they hallow it;
+Thee they salute, for thee they twine the wreath,
+Thou art a portion of the general joy;
+Thou lovest the all-inspiring soul, the sun,
+And what thou seest is thy lover's glory!
+
+SOREL (falling on her neck).
+Thou dost delight me, thou canst read my heart!
+I did thee wrong, thou knowest what love is,
+Thou tell'st my feelings with a voice of power.
+My heart forgets its fear and its reserve,
+And seeks confidingly to blend with thine----
+
+JOHANNA (tearing herself from her with violence).
+Forsake me! Turn away! Do not pollute
+Thyself by longer intercourse with me!
+Be happy! go--and in the deepest night
+Leave me to hide my infamy, my woe!
+
+SOREL.
+Thou frighten'st me, I understand thee not,
+I ne'er have understood thee--for from me
+Thy dark mysterious being still was veiled.
+Who may divine what thus disturbs thy heart,
+Thus terrifies thy pure and sacred soul!
+
+JOHANNA.
+Thou art the pure, the holy one! Couldst thou
+Behold mine inmost heart, thou, shuddering,
+Wouldst fly the traitoress, the enemy!
+
+
+
+SCENE III.
+
+   DUNOIS, DUCHATEL, and LA HIRE, with the banner of JOHANNA.
+
+DUNOIS.
+Johanna, thee we seek. All is prepared;
+The king hath sent us, 'tis his royal will
+That thou before him shouldst thy banner bear,
+The company of princes thou shalt join;
+And march immediately before the king:
+For he doth not deny it, and the world
+Shall witness, maiden, that to thee alone
+He doth ascribe the honor of this day.
+
+LA HIRE.
+Here is the banner. Take it, noble maiden
+Thou'rt stayed for by the princes and the people.
+
+JOHANNA.
+I march before him? I the banner bear?
+
+DUNOIS.
+Whom else would it become? What other hand
+Is pure enough to bear the sacred ensign!
+Amid the battle thou hast waved it oft;
+To grace our glad procession bear it now.
+
+   [LA HIRE presents the banner to her, she draws back, shuddering.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Away! away!
+
+LA HIRE.
+       Art thou terrified
+At thine own banner, maiden? Look at it!
+
+   [He displays the banner.
+
+It is the same thou didst in conquest wave.
+Imaged upon it is the queen of heaven,
+Floating in glory o'er this earthly ball;
+For so the Holy Mother showed it thee.
+
+   [JOHANNA gazing upon it with horror.
+
+'Tis she herself! so she appeared to me.
+See, how she looks at me and knits her brow,
+And anger flashes from her threatening eye!
+
+SOREL.
+Alas, she raveth! Maiden, be composed!
+Collect thyself! Thou seest nothing real!
+That is her pictured image; she herself
+Wanders above, amid the angelic choir!
+
+JOHANNA.
+Thou comest, fearful one, to punish me?
+Destroy, o'erwhelm, thy lightnings hurl,
+And let them fall upon my guilty head.
+Alas, my vow I've broken. I've profaned
+And desecrated thy most holy name!
+
+DUNOIS.
+Woe's us! What may this mean? What unblest words?
+
+LA HIRE (in astonishment, to DUCHATEL).
+This strange emotion canst thou comprehend?
+
+DUCHATEL.
+That which I see, I see--I long have feared it.
+
+DUNOIS.
+What sayest thou?
+
+DUCHATEL.
+          I dare not speak my thoughts.
+I would to heaven that the king were crowned!
+
+LA HIRE.
+How! hath the awe this banner doth inspire
+Turned back upon thyself? before this sign
+Let Britons tremble; to the foes of France
+'Tis fearful, but to all true citizens
+It is auspicious.
+
+JOHANNA.
+          Yes, thou sayest truly!
+To friends 'tis gracious! but to enemies
+It causeth horror!
+
+   [The Coronation march is heard.
+
+DUNOIS.
+          Take thy banner, then!
+The march begins--no time is to be lost!
+
+   [They press the banner upon her; she seizes it with
+   evident emotion, and retires; the others follow.
+
+   [The scene changes to an open place before the Cathedral.
+
+
+
+SCENE IV.
+
+   Spectators occupy the background; BERTRAND, CLAUDE MARIE, and
+   ETIENNE come forward; then MARGOT and LOUISON. The Coronation
+   march is heard in the distance.
+
+BERTRAND.
+Hark to the music! They approach already!
+What had we better do? Shall we mount up
+Upon the platform, or press through the crowd,
+That we may nothing lose of the procession?
+
+ETIENNE.
+It is not to be thought of. All the streets
+Are thronged with horsemen and with carriages.
+Beside these houses let us take our stand,
+Here we without annoyance may behold
+The train as it goes by.
+
+CLAUDE MARIE.
+              Almost it seems
+As were the half of France assembled here,
+So mighty is the flood that it hath reached
+Even our distant Lotharingian land
+And borne us thither!
+
+BERTRAND.
+            Who would sit at home
+When great events are stirring in the land!
+It hath cost plenty, both of sweat and blood,
+Ere the crown rested on its rightful head!
+Nor shall our lawful king, to whom we give
+The crown, be worse accompanied than he
+Whom the Parisians in St. Denis crowned!
+He is no loyal, honest-minded man
+Who doth absent him from this festival,
+And joins not in the cry: "God save the King!"
+
+
+
+SCENE V.
+
+   MARGOT and LOUISON join them.
+
+LOUISON.
+We shall again behold our sister, Margot!
+How my heart beats!
+
+MARGOT.
+           In majesty and pomp
+We shall behold her, saying to ourselves:
+It is our sister, it is our Johanna!
+
+LOUISON.
+Till I have seen her, I can scarce believe
+That she, whom men the Maid of Orleans name,
+The mighty warrior, is indeed Johanna,
+Our sister whom we lost!
+
+          [The music draws nearer.
+
+MARGOT.
+             Thou doubtest still!
+Thou wilt thyself behold her!
+
+BERTRAND.
+
+                See, they come!
+
+
+
+SCENE VI.
+
+   Musicians, with flutes and hautboys, open the procession. Children
+   follow, dressed in white, with branches in their hands; behind them
+   two heralds. Then a procession of halberdiers, followed by
+   magistrates in their robes. Then two marshals with their staves;
+   the DUKE of BURGUNDY, bearing the sword; DUNOIS with the sceptre,
+   other nobles with the regalia; others with sacrificial offerings.
+   Behind these, KNIGHTS with the ornaments of their order; choristers
+   with incense; two BISHOPS with the ampulla; the ARCHBISHOP with the
+   crucifix. JOHANNA follows, with her banner, she walks with downcast
+   head and wavering steps; her sisters, on beholding her, express
+   their astonishment and joy. Behind her comes the KING under a
+   canopy, supported by four barons; courtiers follow, soldiers
+   conclude the procession; as soon as it has entered the church the
+   music ceases.
+
+
+
+SCENE VII.
+
+   LOUISON, MARGOT, CLAUDE MARIE, ETIENNE, BERTRAND.
+
+MARGOT.
+Saw you our sister?
+
+CLAUDE MARIE.
+           She in golden armor,
+Who with the banner walked before the king?
+
+MARGOT.
+It was Johanna. It was she, our sister!
+
+LOUISON.
+She recognized us not! She did not feel
+That we, her sisters, were so near to her.
+She looked upon the ground, and seemed so pale,
+And trembled so beneath her banner's weight
+When I beheld her, I could not rejoice.
+
+MARGOT.
+So now, arrayed in splendor and in pomp,
+I have beheld our sister--who in dreams
+Would ever have imagined or conceived,
+When on our native hills she drove the flock,
+That we should see her in such majesty?
+
+LOUISON.
+Our father's dream is realized, that we
+In Rheims before our sister should bow down.
+That is the church, which in his dream he saw
+And each particular is now fulfilled.
+But images of woe he also saw!
+Alas! I'm grieved to see her raised so high!
+
+BERTRAND.
+Why stand we idly here? Let's to the church
+To view the coronation!
+
+MARGOT.
+             Yes! perchance
+We there may meet our sister; let us go!
+
+LOUISON.
+We have beheld her. Let us now return
+Back to our village.
+
+MARGOT.
+           How? Ere we with her
+Have interchanged a word?
+
+LOUISON.
+              She doth belong
+To us no longer; she with princes stands
+And monarchs. Who are we, that we should seek
+With foolish vanity to near her state?
+She was a stranger while she dwelt with us!
+
+MARGOT.
+Will she despise, and treat us with contempt?
+
+BERTRAND.
+The king himself is not ashamed of us,
+He kindly greets the meanest of the crowd.
+How high soever she may be exalted,
+The king is raised still higher!
+
+   [Trumpets and kettle-drums are heard from the church.
+
+CLAUDE MARIE.
+Let's to the church!
+
+   [They hasten to the background, where they are lost among the crowd.
+
+
+
+SCENE VIII.
+
+   THIBAUT enters, clad in black. RAIMOND follows him, and tries
+   to hold him back.
+
+RAIMOND.
+Stay, father Thibaut! Do not join the crowds!
+Here, at this joyous festival you meet
+None but the happy, whom your grief offends.
+Come! Let us quit the town with hasty steps.
+
+THIBAUT.
+Hast thou beheld my child? My wretched child?
+Didst thou observe her?
+
+RAIMMOND.
+             I entreat you, fly!
+
+THIBAUT.
+Didst mark her tottering and uncertain steps,
+Her countenance, so pallid and disturbed?
+She feels her dreadful state; the hour is come
+To save my child, and I will not neglect it.
+
+          [He is about to retire.
+
+RAIMOND.
+What would you do?
+
+THIBAUT.
+          Surprise her, hurl her down
+From her vain happiness, and forcibly
+Restore her to the God whom she denies.
+
+RAIMOND.
+Oh, do not work the ruin of your child!
+
+THIBAUT.
+If her soul lives, her mortal part may die.
+
+   [JOHANNA rushes out of the church, without her banner.
+   The people press around her, worship her, and kiss her
+   garments. She is detained in the background by the crowd.
+
+She comes! 'tis she! She rushes from the church.
+Her troubled conscience drives her from the fane!
+'Tis visibly the judgment of her God!
+
+RAIMOND.
+Farewell! Require not my attendance further!
+Hopeful I came, and sorrowful depart.
+Your daughter once again I have beheld,
+And feel again that she is lost to me!
+
+   [He goes out. THIBAUT retires on the opposite side.
+
+
+
+SCENE IX.
+
+   JOHANNA, People. Afterwards her Sisters.
+
+JOHANNA (she has freed herself from the crowd and comes forward).
+Remain I cannot--spirits chase me forth!
+The organ's pealing tones like thunder sound,
+The dome's arched roof threatens to overwhelm me!
+I must escape and seek heaven's wide expanse!
+I left my banner in the sanctuary,
+Never, oh, never, will I touch it more!
+It seemed to me as if I had beheld
+My sisters pass before me like a dream.
+'Twas only a delusion!--they, alas!
+Are far, far distant--inaccessible--
+E'en as my childhood, as mine innocence!
+
+MARGOT (stepping forward).
+'Tis she! It is Johanna!
+
+LOUISON (hastening toward her).
+              Oh, my sister!
+
+JOHANNA.
+Then it was no delusion--you are here--
+Thee I embrace, Louison! Thee, my Margot?
+Here in this strange and crowded solitude,
+I clasp once more my sisters' faithful breasts!
+
+MARGOT.
+She knows us still, she is our own kind sister.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Your love hath led you to me here so far!
+So very far! You are not wroth with her
+Who left her home without one parting word!
+
+LOUISON.
+God's unseen providence conducted thee.
+
+MARGOT.
+Thy great renown, which agitates the world,
+Which makes thy name the theme of every tongue,
+Hath in our quiet village wakened us,
+And led us hither to this festival.
+To witness all thy glory we are come;
+And we are not alone!
+
+JOHANNA (quickly).
+            Our father's here!
+Where is he? Why doth he conceal himself?
+
+MARGOT.
+Our father is not with us.
+
+JOHANNA.
+              Not with you?
+He will not see me, then! You do not bring
+His blessing for his child?
+
+LOUISON.
+               He knoweth not
+That we are here.
+
+JOHANNA.
+          Not know it! Wherefore not?
+You are embarrassed, and you do not speak;
+You look upon the ground! Where is our father?
+
+MARGOT.
+Since thou hast left----
+
+LOUISON (making a sign to MARGOT).
+            Margot!
+
+MARGOT.
+                 Our father hath
+Become dejected.
+
+JOHANNA.
+         Ah!
+
+LOUISON.
+            Console thyself!
+Our sire's foreboding spirit well thou knowest!
+He will collect himself, and be composed,
+When he shall learn from us that thou art happy.
+
+MARGOT.
+And thou art happy? Yes, it must be so,
+For thou art great and honored!
+
+JOHANNA.
+                 I am so,
+Now I again behold you, once again
+Your voices hear, whose fond, familiar tones
+Bring to my mind my dear paternal fields.
+When on my native hills I drove my herd,
+Then I was happy as in paradise--
+I ne'er can be so more, no, never more!
+
+   [She hides her face on LOUISON'S bosom. CLAUDE MARIE,
+   ETIENNE, and BERTRAND appear, and remain timidly standing
+   in the distance.
+
+MARGOT.
+Come, Bertrand! Claude Marie! come, Etienne!
+Our sister is not proud: she is so gentle,
+And speaks so kindly,--more so than of yore,
+When in our village she abode with us.
+
+   [They draw near, and hold out their hands; JOHANNA
+   gazes on them fixedly, and appears amazed.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Where am I? Tell me! Was it all a dream,
+A long, long dream? And am I now awake?
+Am I away from Dom Remi? Is't so?
+I fell asleep beneath the Druid tree,
+And I am now awake; and round me stand
+The kind, familiar forms? I only dreamed
+Of all these battles, kings, and deeds of war,--
+They were but shadows which before me passed;
+For dreams are always vivid 'neath that tree.
+How did you come to Rheims? How came I here?
+No, I have never quitted Dom Remi!
+Confess it to me, and rejoice my heart.
+
+LOUISON.
+We are at Rheims. Thou hast not merely dreamed
+Of these great deeds--thou hast achieved them all.
+Come to thyself, Johanna! Look around--
+Thy splendid armor feel, of burnished gold!
+
+   [JOHANNA lays her hand upon her breast, recollects herself,
+   and shrinks back.
+
+BERTRAND.
+Out of my hand thou didst receive this helm.
+
+CLAUDE MARIE.
+No wonder thou shouldst think it all a dream;
+For nothing in a dream could come to pass
+More wonderful than what thou hast achieved.
+
+JOHANNA (quickly).
+Come, let us fly! I will return with you
+Back to our village, to our father's bosom.
+
+LOUISON.
+Oh, come! Return with us!
+
+JOHANNA.
+               The people here
+Exalt me far above what I deserve.
+You have beheld me weak and like a child;
+You love me, but you do not worship me.
+
+MARGOT.
+Thou wilt abandon this magnificence.
+
+JOHANNA.
+I will throw off the hated ornaments
+Which were a barrier 'twixt my heart and yours,
+And I will be a shepherdess again,
+And like a humble maiden I will serve you,
+And will with bitter penitence atone,
+That I above you vainly raised myself.
+
+             [Trumpets sound.
+
+
+
+SCENE X.
+
+   The KING comes forth from the church. He is in the coronation
+   robes. AGNES SOREL, ARCHBISHOP, BURGUNDY, DUNOIS, LA HIRE,
+   DUCHATEL, KNIGHTS, COURTIERS, and PEOPLE.
+
+   Many voices shout repeatedly, while the KING advances,--
+   Long live the king! Long live King Charles the Seventh!
+
+   [The trumpets sound. Upon a signal from the KING, the HERALDS
+   with their staves command silence.
+
+KING.
+Thanks, my good people! Thank you for your love!
+The crown which God hath placed upon our brow
+Hath with our valiant swords been hardly won:
+With noble blood 'tis wetted; but henceforth
+The peaceful olive branch shall round it twine.
+Let those who fought for us receive our thanks;
+Our pardon, those who joined the hostile ranks,
+For God hath shown us mercy in our need,
+And our first royal word shall now be, mercy!
+
+PEOPLE.
+Long live the king! Long live King Charles the good!
+
+KING.
+From God alone, the highest potentate,
+The monarchs of the French receive the crown;
+But visibly from his Almighty hand
+Have we received it.
+   [Turning to the MAIDEN.
+Here stands the holy delegate of heaven,
+Who hath restored to you your rightful king,
+And rent the yoke of foreign tyranny.
+Her name shall equal that of holy Denis,
+The guardian and protector of this realm,
+And to her fame an altar shall be reared.
+
+PEOPLE.
+Hail to the maiden, the deliverer!
+
+                [Trumpets.
+
+KING (to JOHANNA).
+If thou art born of woman, like ourselves,
+Name aught that can augment thy happiness.
+But if thy fatherland is there above,
+If in this virgin form thou dost conceal
+The radiant glory of a heavenly nature,
+From our deluded sense remove the veil,
+And let us see thee in thy form of light
+As thou art seen in heaven, that in the dust
+We may bow down before thee.
+
+   [A general silence; every eye is fixed upon the MAIDEN.
+
+JOHANNA (with a sudden cry).
+God! my father!
+
+
+
+SCENE XI.
+
+   THIBAUT comes forth from the crowd, and stands opposite to her.
+   Many voices exclaim,--
+
+Her father!
+
+THIBAUT.
+       Yes, her miserable father,
+Who did beget her, and whom God impels
+Now to accuse his daughter.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+               Ha! What's this?
+
+DUCHATEL.
+Now will the fearful truth appear!
+
+THIBAUT (to the KING).
+                  Thou think'st
+That thou art rescued through the power of God?
+Deluded prince! Deluded multitude!
+Ye have been rescued through the arts of hell!
+
+   [All step back with horror.
+
+DUNOIS.
+Is this man mad?
+
+THIBAUT.
+         Not I, but thou art mad.
+And this wise bishop, and these noble lords,
+Who think that through a weak and sinful maid
+The God of heaven would reveal himself.
+Come, let us see if to her father's face
+She will maintain the specious, juggling arts
+Wherewith she hath deluded king and people.
+Now, in the name of the blest Trinity,
+Belongst thou to the pure and holy ones?
+
+   [A general silence; all eyes are fixed upon her;
+   she remains motionless.
+
+SOREL.
+God! she is dumb!
+
+THIBAUT.
+          Before that awful name,
+Which even in the depths of hell is feared,
+She must be silent! She a holy one,
+By God commissioned? On a cursed spot
+It was conceived; beneath the Druid tree
+Where evil spirits have from olden time
+Their Sabbath held. There her immortal soul
+She bartered with the enemy of man
+For transient, worldly glory. Let her bare
+Her arm, and ye will see impressed thereon
+The fatal marks of hell!
+
+BURGUNDY.
+             Most horrible!
+Yet we must needs believe a father's words
+Who 'gainst his daughter gives his evidence.
+
+DUNOIS.
+The madman cannot be believed
+Who in his child brings shame upon himself.
+
+SOREL (to JOHANNA).
+Oh, maiden, speak! this fatal silence break!
+We firmly trust thee! we believe in thee!
+One syllable from thee, one single word
+Shall be sufficient. Speak! annihilate
+This horrid accusation. But declare
+Thine innocence, and we will all believe thee.
+
+   [JOHANNA remains motionless; AGNES steps back with horror.
+
+LA HIRE.
+She's frightened. Horror and astonishment
+Impede her utterance. Before a charge
+So horrible e'en innocence must tremble.
+
+   [He approaches her.
+
+Collect thyself, Johanna! innocence
+Hath a triumphant look, whose lightning flash
+Strikes slander to the earth! In noble wrath
+Arise! look up, and punish this base doubt,
+An insult to thy holy innocence.
+
+   [JOHANNA remains motionless; LA HIRE steps back;
+   the excitement increases.
+
+DUNOIS.
+Why do the people fear, the princes tremble?
+I'll stake my honor on her innocence!
+Here on the ground I throw my knightly gage;
+Who now will venture to maintain her guilt?
+
+   [A loud clap of thunder; all are horror-struck.
+
+THIBAUT.
+Answer, by Him whose thunders roll above!
+Give me the lie! Proclaim thine innocence;
+Say that the enemy hath not thy heart!
+
+   [Another clap of thunder, louder than the first;
+   the people fly on all sides.
+
+BURGUNDY.
+God guard and save us! What appalling signs!
+
+DUCHATEL (to the KING).
+Come, come, my king! Forsake this fearful place!
+
+ARCHBISHOP (to JOHANNA).
+I ask thee in God's name. Art thou thus silent
+From consciousness of innocence or guilt?
+If in thy favor the dread thunder speaks,
+Touch with thy hand this cross, and give a sign!
+
+   [JOHANNA remains motionless. More violent peals of thunder.
+   The KING, AGNES SOREL, the ARCHBISHOP, BURGUNDY, LA HIRE,
+   DUCHATEL retire.
+
+
+
+SCENE XII.
+
+   DUNOIS, JOHANNA.
+
+DUNOIS.
+Thou art my wife; I have believed in thee
+From the first glance, and I am still unchanged.
+In thee I have more faith than in these signs,
+Than in the thunder's voice, which speaks above.
+In noble anger thou art silent thus;
+Enveloped in thy holy innocence,
+Thou scornest to refute so base a charge.
+Still scorn it, maiden, but confide in me;
+I never doubted of thine innocence.
+Speak not one word; only extend thy hand
+In pledge and token that thou wilt confide
+In my protection and thine own good cause.
+
+   [He extends his hand to her; she turns from him with
+   a convulsive motion; he remains transfixed with horror.
+
+
+
+SCENE XIII.
+
+   JOHANNA, DUCHATEL, DUNOIS, afterwards RAIMOND.
+
+DUCHATEL (returning).
+Johanna d'Arc! uninjured from the town
+The king permits you to depart. The gates
+Stand open to you. Fear no injury,--
+You are protected by the royal word.
+Come follow me, Dunois! You cannot here
+Longer abide with honor. What an issue!
+
+   [He retires. DUNOIS recovers from his stupor, casts
+   one look upon JOHANNA, and retires. She remains standing
+   for a moment quite alone. At length RAIMOND appears;
+   he regards her for a time with silent sorrow, and then
+   approaching takes her hand.
+
+RAIMOND.
+Embrace this opportunity. The streets
+Are empty now. Your hand! I will conduct you.
+
+   [On perceiving him, she gives the first sign of consciousness.
+   She gazes on him fixedly, and looks up to heaven; then taking
+   his hand she retires.
+
+
+
+
+ACT V.
+
+   A wild wood: charcoal-burners' huts in the distance.
+   It is quite dark; violent thunder and lightning;
+   firing heard at intervals.
+
+
+
+SCENE I.
+
+   CHARCOAL-BURNER and his WIFE.
+
+CHARCOAL-BURNER.
+This is a fearful storm, the heavens seem
+As if they would vent themselves in streams of fire;
+So thick the darkness which usurps the day,
+That one might see the stars. The angry winds
+Bluster and howl like spirits loosed from hell.
+The firm earth trembles, and the aged elms
+Groaning, bow down their venerable tops.
+Yet this terrific tumult, o'er our heads,
+Which teacheth gentleness to savage beasts,
+So that they seek the shelter of their caves,
+Appeaseth not the bloody strife of men--
+Amidst the raging of the wind and storm
+At intervals is heard the cannon's roar;
+So near the hostile armaments approach,
+The wood alone doth part them; any hour
+May see them mingle in the shock of battle.
+
+WIFE.
+May God protect us then! Our enemies,
+Not long ago, were vanquished and dispersed.
+How comes it that they trouble us again?
+
+CHARCOAL-BURNER.
+Because they now no longer fear the king,
+Since that the maid turned out to be a witch
+At Rheims, the devil aideth us no longer,
+And things have gone against us.
+
+WIFE.
+                 Who comes here?
+
+
+
+SCENE II.
+
+   RAIMOND and JOHANNA enter.
+
+RAIMOND.
+See! here are cottages; in them at least
+We may find shelter from the raging storm.
+You are not able longer to endure it.
+Three days already you have wandered on,
+Shunning the eye of man--wild herbs and root
+Your only nourishment. Come, enter in.
+These are kind-hearted cottagers.
+
+   [The storm subsides; the air grows bright and clear.
+
+CHARCOAL-BURNER.
+                  You seem
+To need refreshment and repose--you're welcome
+To what our humble roof can offer you!
+
+WIFE.
+What has a tender maid to do with arms?
+Yet truly! these are rude and troublous times
+When even women don the coat of mail!
+The queen herself, proud Isabel, 'tis said,
+Appears in armor in the hostile camp;
+And a young maid, a shepherd's lowly daughter,
+Has led the armies of our lord the king.
+
+CHARCOAL-BURNER.
+What sayest thou? Enter the hut, and bring
+A goblet of refreshment for the damsel.
+
+          [She enters the hut.
+
+RAIMOND (to JOHANNA).
+All men, you see, are not so cruel; here
+E'en in the wilderness are gentle hearts.
+Cheer up! the pelting storm hath spent its rage,
+And, beaming peacefully, the sun declines.
+
+CHARCOAL-BURNER.
+I fancy, as you travel thus in arms,
+You seek the army of the king. Take heed!
+Not far remote the English are encamped,
+Their troops are roaming idly through the wood.
+
+RAIMOND.
+Alas for us! how then can we escape?
+
+CHARCOAL-BURNER.
+Stay here till from the town my boy returns.
+He shall conduct you safe by secret paths.
+You need not fear-we know each hidden way.
+
+RAIMOND (to JOHANNA).
+Put off your helmet and your coat-of-mail,
+They will not now protect you, but betray.
+
+   [JOHANNA shakes her head.
+
+CHARCOAL-BURNER.
+The maid seems very sad--hush! who comes here?
+
+
+
+SCENE III.
+
+   CHARCOAL-BURNER'S WIFE comes out of the hut
+   with a bowl. A Boy.
+
+WIFE.
+It is our boy whom we expected back.
+   [To JOHANNA.
+Drink, noble maiden! may God bless it to you!
+
+CHARCOAL-BURNER (to his son).
+Art come, Anet? What news?
+
+   [The boy looks at JOHANNA, who is just raising the
+   bowl to her lips; he recognizes her, steps forward,
+   and snatches it from her.
+
+BOY.
+               Oh, mother! mother!
+Whom do you entertain? This is the witch
+Of Orleans!
+
+CHARCOAL-BURNER (and his WIFE).
+       God be gracious to our souls!
+
+   [They cross themselves and fly.
+
+
+
+SCENE IV.
+
+   RAIMOND, JOHANNA.
+
+JOHANNA (calmly and gently)
+Thou seest, I am followed by the curse,
+And all fly from me. Do thou leave me, too;
+Seek safety for thyself.
+
+RAIMOND.
+             I leave thee! now
+Alas, who then would bear thee company?
+
+JOHANNA.
+I am not unaccompanied. Thou hast
+Heard the loud thunder rolling o'er my head--
+My destiny conducts me. Do not fear;
+Without my seeking I shall reach the goal.
+
+RAIMOND.
+And whither wouldst thou go? Here stand our foes,
+Who have against thee bloody vengeance sworn--
+There stand our people who have banished thee.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Naught will befall me but what heaven ordains.
+
+RAIMOND.
+Who will provide thee food? and who protect thee
+From savage beasts, and still more savage men?
+Who cherish thee in sickness and in grief?
+
+JOHANNA.
+I know all roots and healing herbs; my sheep
+Taught me to know the poisonous from the wholesome.
+I understand the movements of the stars,
+And the clouds' flight; I also hear the sound
+Of hidden springs. Man hath not many wants,
+And nature richly ministers to life.
+
+RAIMOND (seizing her hand).
+Wilt thou not look within? Oh, wilt thou not
+Repent thy sin, be reconciled to God,
+And to the bosom of the church return?
+
+JOHANNA.
+Thou hold'st me guilty of this heavy sin?
+
+RAIMOND.
+Needs must I--thou didst silently confess----
+
+JOHANNA.
+Thou, who hast followed me in misery,
+The only being who continued true,
+Who slave to me when all the world forsook,
+Thou also hold'st me for a reprobate
+Who hath renounced her God----
+   [RAIMOND is silent.
+               Oh, this is hard!
+
+RAIMOND (in astonishment).
+And thou wert really then no sorceress?
+
+JOHANNA.
+A sorceress!
+
+RAIMOND.
+       And all these miracles
+Thou hast accomplished through the power of God
+And of his holy saints?
+
+JOHANNA.
+             Through whom besides?
+
+RAIMOND.
+And thou wert silent to that fearful charge?
+Thou speakest now, and yet before the king,
+When words would have availed thee, thou wert dumb!
+
+JOHANNA.
+I silently submitted to the doom
+Which God, my lord and master, o'er me hung.
+
+RAIMOND.
+Thou couldst not to thy father aught reply?
+
+JOHANNA.
+Coming from him, methought it came from God;
+And fatherly the chastisement will prove.
+
+RAIMOND.
+The heavens themselves bore witness to thy guilt!
+
+JOHANNA.
+The heavens spoke, and therefore I was silent.
+
+RAIMOND.
+Thou with one word couldst clear thyself, and hast
+In this unhappy error left the world?
+
+JOHANNA.
+It was no error--'twas the will of heaven.
+
+RAIMOND.
+Thou innocently sufferedst this shame,
+And no complaint proceeded from thy lips!
+--I am amazed at thee, I stand o'erwhelmed.
+My heart is troubled in its inmost depths.
+Most gladly I receive the word as truth,
+For to believe thy guilt was hard indeed.
+But could I ever dream a human heart
+Would meet in silence such a fearful doom!
+
+JOHANNA.
+Should I deserve to be heaven's messenger
+Unless the Master's will I blindly honored?
+And I am not so wretched as thou thinkest.
+I feel privation--this in humble life
+Is no misfortune; I'm a fugitive,--
+But in the waste I learned to know myself.
+When honor's dazzling radiance round me shone,
+There was a painful struggle in my breast;
+I was most wretched, when to all I seemed
+Most worthy to be envied. Now my mind
+Is healed once more, and this fierce storm in nature,
+Which threatened your destruction, was my friend;
+It purified alike the world and me!
+I feel an inward peace--and come, what may,
+Of no more weakness am I conscious now!
+
+RAIMOND.
+Oh, let us hasten! come, let us proclaim
+Thine innocence aloud to all the world!
+JOHANNA.
+He who sent this delusion will dispel it!
+The fruit of fate falls only when 'tis ripe!
+A day is coming that will clear my name,
+When those who now condemn and banish me,
+Will see their error and will weep my doom.
+
+RAIMOND.
+And shall I wait in silence, until chance----
+
+JOHANNA (gently taking her hand).
+Thy sense is shrouded by an earthly veil,
+And dwelleth only on external things,
+Mine eye hath gazed on the invisible!
+--Without permission from our God no hair
+Falls from the head of man. Seest thou the sun
+Declining to the west? So certainly
+As morn returneth in her radiant light,
+Infallibly the day of truth shall come!
+
+
+
+SCENE V.
+
+   QUEEN ISABEL, with soldiers, appears in the background.
+
+ISABEL (behind the scene).
+This is the way toward the English camp!
+
+RAIMOND.
+Alas! the foe!
+
+   [The soldiers advance, and perceiving JOBANNA fall back in terror.
+
+ISABEL.
+What now obstructs the march?
+
+SOLDIERS.
+May God protect us!
+
+ISABEL.
+           Do ye see a spirit?
+How! Are ye soldiers! Ye are cowards all!
+   [She presses forward, but starts back on beholding the MAIDEN.
+What do I see!
+   [She collects herself quickly and approaches her.
+        Submit thyself! Thou art
+My prisoner!
+
+JOHANNA.
+       I am.
+
+   [RAIMOND flies in despair.
+
+ISABEL (to the soldiers).
+           Lay her in chains!
+
+   [The soldiers timidly approach the MAIDEN;
+   she extends her arms and is chained.
+
+Is this the mighty, the terrific one,
+Who chased your warriors like a flock of lambs,
+Who, powerless now, cannot protect herself?
+Doth she work miracles with credulous fools,
+And lose her influence when she meets a man?
+
+   [To the MAIDEN.
+
+Why didst thou leave the army? Where's Dunois,
+Thy knight and thy protector.
+
+JOHANNA.
+                I am banished.
+
+   [ISABEL, stepping back astonished.
+
+ISABEL.
+What say'st thou? Thou art banished? By the Dauphin?
+
+JOHANNA.
+Inquire no further! I am in thy power,
+Decide my fate.
+
+ISABEL.
+         Banished, because thou hast
+Snatched him from ruin, placed upon his brow
+The crown at Rheims, and made him King of France?
+Banished! Therein I recognize my son!
+--Conduct her to the camp, and let the host
+Behold the phantom before whom they trembled!
+She a magician? Her sole magic lies
+In your delusion and your cowardice!
+She is a fool who sacrificed herself
+To save her king, and reapeth for her pains
+A king's reward. Bear her to Lionel.
+The fortune of the French! send him bound;
+I'll follow anon.
+
+JOHANNA.
+          To Lionel?
+Slay me at once, ere send me unto him.
+
+ISABEL (to the soldiers).
+Obey your orders, soldiers! Bear her hence.
+
+                 [Exit.
+
+
+
+SCENE VI.
+
+   JOHANNA, SOLDIERS.
+
+JOHANNA (to the soldiers).
+Ye English, suffer not that I escape
+Alive out of your hands! Revenge yourselves!
+Unsheath your weapons, plunge them in my heart,
+And drag me lifeless to your general's feet!
+Remember it was I who slew your heroes,
+Who never showed compassion, who poured forth
+Torrents of English blood, who from your sons
+Snatched the sweet pleasure of returning home!
+Take now a bloody vengeance! Murder me!
+I now am in your power; I may perchance
+Not always be so weak.
+
+CONDUCTOR OF THE SOLDIERS.
+            Obey the queen!
+
+JOHANNA.
+Must I be yet more wretched than I was!
+Unpitying Virgin! Heavy is thy hand
+Hast thou completely thrust me from thy favor?
+No God appears, no angel shows himself;
+Closed are heaven's portals, miracles have ceased.
+
+            [She follows the SOLDIERS.
+
+
+
+SCENE VII.
+
+   The French Camp.
+   DUNOIS, between the ARCHBISHOP and DUCHATEL.
+
+ARCHBISHOP.
+Conquer your sullen indignation, prince!
+Return with us! Come back unto your king!
+In this emergency abandon not
+The general cause, when we are sorely pressed,
+And stand in need of your heroic arm.
+
+DUNOIS.
+Why are ye sorely pressed? Why doth the foe
+Again exalt himself? all was achieved;--
+France was triumphant--war was at an end;--
+The savior you have banished; you henceforth
+May save yourselves; I'll not again behold
+The camp wherein the maid abideth not.
+
+DUCHATEL.
+Think better of it, prince! Dismiss us not
+With such an answer!
+
+DUNOIS.
+           Silence, Duchatel!
+You're hateful to me; I'll hear naught from you;
+You were the first who doubted of her truth.
+
+ARCHBISHOP.
+Who had not wavered on that fatal day,
+And been bewildered, when so many signs
+Bore evidence against her! We were stunned,
+Our hearts were crushed beneath the sudden blow.
+--Who in that hour of dread could weigh the proofs?
+Our calmer judgment now returns to us,
+We see the maid as when she walked with us,
+Nor have we any fault to charge her with.
+We are perplexed--we fear that we have done
+A grievous wrong. The king is penitent,
+The duke remorseful, comfortless La Hire,
+And every heart doth shroud itself in woe.
+
+DUNOIS.
+She a deluder? If celestial truth
+Would clothe herself in a corporeal form,
+She needs must choose the features of the maiden.
+If purity of heart, faith, innocence,
+Dwell anywhere on earth, upon her lips
+And in her eyes' clear depths they find their home.
+
+ARCHBISHOP.
+May the Almighty, through a miracle,
+Shed light upon this awful mystery,
+Which baffles human insight. Howsoe'er
+This sad perplexity may be resolved,
+One of two grievous sins we have committed!
+Either in fight we have availed ourselves
+Of hellish arms, or banished hence a saint!
+And both call down upon this wretched land
+The vengeance and the punishment of heaven.
+
+
+
+SCENE VIII.
+
+   The same, a NOBLEMAN, afterwards RAIMOND.
+
+NOBLEMAN.
+A shepherd youth inquires after your highness,
+He urgently entreats an interview,
+He says he cometh from the maiden----
+
+DUNOIS.
+                   Haste!
+Conduct him hither! He doth come from her!
+
+   [The NOBLEMAN opens the door to RAIMOND, DUNOIS hastens to meet him.
+
+Where is she? Where is the maid?
+
+RAIMOND.
+                  Hail! noble prince!
+And blessed am I that I find with you
+This holy man, the shield of the oppressed,
+The father of the poor and destitute!
+
+DUNOIS.
+Where is the maiden?
+
+ARCHBISHOP.
+           Speak, my son, inform us!
+
+RAIMOND.
+She is not, sir, a wicked sorceress!
+To God and all his saints I make appeal.
+An error blinds the people. You've cast forth
+God's messenger, you've banished innocence!
+
+DUNOIS.
+Where is she?
+
+RAIMOND.
+        I accompanied her flight
+Towards the woods of Ardennes; there she hath
+Revealed to me her spirit's inmost depths.
+In torture I'll expire, and will resign
+My hopes of everlasting happiness,
+If she's not guiltless, sir, of every sin!
+
+DUNOIS.
+The sun in heaven is not more pure than she!
+Where is she? Speak!
+
+RAIMOND.
+            If God hath turned your hearts,
+Oh hasten, I entreat you--rescue her
+She is a prisoner in the English camp.
+
+DUNOIS.
+A prisoner say you?
+
+ARCHBISHOP.
+           Poor unfortunate!
+
+RAIMOND.
+There in the forest as we sought for shelter,
+We were encountered by Queen Isabel,
+Who seized and sent her to the English host.
+Oh, from a cruel death deliver her
+Who hath full many a time delivered you!
+
+DUNOIS.
+Sound an alarm! to arms! up! beat the drums.
+Forth to the field! Let France appear in arms!
+The crown and the palladium are at stake!
+Our honor is in pledge! risk blood and life!
+She must be rescued ere the day is done!
+
+                [Exit.
+
+
+
+SCENE IX.
+
+   A watch-tower--an opening above. JOHANNA and LIONEL.
+
+FASTOLFE (entering hastily).
+The people can no longer be restrained.
+With fury they demand the maiden's death.
+In vain your opposition. Let her die
+And throw her head down from the battlements!
+Her blood alone will satisfy the host.
+
+ISABEL (coming in).
+With ladders they begin to scale the walls.
+Appease the angry people! Will you wait
+Till in blind fury they o'erthrow the tower,
+And we beneath its towers are destroyed?
+Protect her here you cannot. Give her up!
+
+LIONEL.
+Let them storm on. In fury let them rage!
+Firm is this castle, and beneath its ruins
+I will be buried ere I yield to them.
+--Johanna, answer me! only be mine,
+And I will shield thee 'gainst a world in arms.
+
+ISABEL.
+Are you a man?
+
+LIONEL.
+        Thy friends have cast thee off.
+To thy ungrateful country then dost owe
+Duty and faith no longer. The false cowards
+Who sought thy hand, forsake thee in thy need.
+They for thy honor venture not the fight,
+But I, against my people and 'gainst thine,
+Will be thy champion. Once thou didst confess
+My life was dear to thee; in combat then
+I stood before thee as thine enemy--
+Thou hast not now a single friend but me.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Thou art my people's enemy and mine.
+Between us there can be no fellowship.
+Thee I can never love, but if thy heart
+Cherish affection for me, let it bring
+A blessing on my people. Lead thy troops
+Far from the borders of my fatherland;
+Give up the keys of all the captured towns,
+Restore the booty, set the captives free,
+Send hostages the compact to confirm,
+And peace I offer thee in my king's name.
+
+ISABEL.
+Wilt thou, a captive, dictate laws to us?
+
+JOHANNA.
+It must be done; 'tis useless to delay.
+Never, oh never, will this land endure
+The English yoke; sooner will France become
+A mighty sepulchre for England's hosts.
+Fallen in battle are your bravest chiefs.
+Think how you may achieve a safe retreat;
+Your fame is forfeited, your power is lost.
+
+ISABEL.
+Can you endure her raving insolence?
+
+
+
+SCENE X.
+
+   A CAPTAIN enters hastily.
+
+CAPTAIN.
+Haste, general! Prepare the host for battle.
+The French with flying banners come this way,
+Their shining weapons glitter in the vale.
+
+JOHANNA (with enthusiasm).
+My people come this way! Proud England now
+Forth in the field! now boldly must you fight!
+
+FASTOLFE.
+Deluded woman, moderate your joy!
+You will not see the issue of this day.
+
+JOHANNA.
+My friends will win the fight and I shall die!
+The gallant heroes need my arm no more.
+
+LIONEL.
+These dastard enemies I scorn. They have
+In twenty battles fled before our arms,
+Ere this heroic maiden fought for them.
+All the whole nation I despise, save one,
+And this one they have banished. Come, Fastolfe,
+We soon will give them such another day
+As that of Poictiers and of Agincourt.
+Do you remain with the fortress, queen,
+And guard the maiden till the fight is o'er.
+I leave for your protection fifty knights.
+
+FASTOLFE.
+How! general, shall we march against the foe
+And leave this raging fury in our rear?
+
+JOHANNA.
+What! can a fettered woman frighten thee?
+
+LIONEL.
+Promise, Johanna, not to free thyself.
+
+JOHANNA.
+To free myself is now my only wish.
+
+ISABEL.
+Bind her with triple chains. I pledged my life
+That she shall not escape.
+
+   [She is bound with heavy chains.
+
+LIONEL (to JOHANNA).
+              Thou will'st it so!
+Thou dost compel us! still it rests with thee!
+Renounce the French--the English banner bear,
+And thou art free, and these rude, savage men
+Who now desire thy blood shall do thy will.
+
+FASTOLFE (urgently).
+Away, away, my general!
+
+JOHANNA.
+             Spare thy words,
+The French are drawing near. Defend thyself!
+
+   [Trumpets sound, LIONEL hastens forth.
+
+FASTOLFE.
+You know your duty, queen! if fate declares
+Against us, should you see our people fly.
+
+ISABEL (showing a dagger).
+Fear not. She shall not live to see our fall.
+
+FASTOLFE (to JOHANNA).
+Thou knowest what awaits thee, now implore
+A blessing on the weapons of thy people.
+
+                 [Exit.
+
+
+
+SCENE XI.
+
+   ISABEL, JOHANNA, SOLDIERS.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Ay! that I will! no power can hinder me.
+Hark to that sound, the war-march of my people!
+How its triumphant notes inspire my heart!
+Ruin to England! victory to France!
+Up, valiant countrymen! The maid is near;
+She cannot, as of yore, before you bear
+Her banner--she is bound with heavy chains;
+But freely from her prison soars her soul,
+Upon the pinions of your battle-song.
+
+ISABEL (to a SOLDIER).
+Ascend the watch-tower which commands the field,
+And thence report the progress of the fight.
+
+   [SOLDIER ascends.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Courage, my people! 'Tis the final struggle--
+Another victory, and the foe lies low!
+
+ISABEL.
+What see'st thou?
+
+SOLDIER.
+          They're already in close fight.
+A furious warrior on a Barbary steed,
+In tiger's skin, leads forward the gens d'armes.
+
+JOHANNA.
+That's Count Dunois! on, gallant warrior!
+Conquest goes with thee.
+
+SOLDIER.
+             The Burgundian duke
+Attacks the bridge.
+
+ISABEL.
+           Would that ten hostile spears
+Might his perfidious heart transfix, the traitor!
+
+SOLDIER.
+Lord Fastolfe gallantly opposes him.
+Now they dismount--they combat man to man
+Our people and the troops of Burgundy.
+
+ISABEL.
+Behold'st thou not the Dauphin? See'st thou not
+The royal wave?
+
+SOLDIER.
+         A cloud of dust
+Shrouds everything. I can distinguish naught.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Had he my eyes, or stood I there aloft,
+The smallest speck would not elude my gaze!
+The wild fowl I can number on the wing,
+And mark the falcon in his towering flight.
+
+SOLDIER.
+There is a fearful tumult near the trench;
+The chiefs, it seems, the nobles, combat there.
+
+ISABEL.
+Still doth our banner wave?
+
+SOLDIER.
+               It proudly floats.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Could I look through the loopholes of the wall,
+I with my lance the battle would control.
+
+SOLDIER.
+Alas! What do I see? Our general's
+Surrounded by the foe!
+
+ISABEL (points the dagger at JOHANNA).
+            Die, wretch!
+
+SOLDIER (quickly).
+                   He's free!
+The gallant Fastolfe in the rear attacks
+The enemy--he breaks their serried ranks.
+
+ISABEL (withdrawing the dagger).
+There spoke thy angel!
+
+SOLDIER.
+            Victory! They fly.
+
+ISABEL.
+Who fly?
+
+SOLDIER.
+     The French and the Burgundians fly;
+The field is covered o'er with fugitives.
+
+JOHANNA.
+My God! Thou wilt not thus abandon me!
+
+SOLDIER.
+Yonder they lead a sorely wounded knight;
+The people rush to aid him--he's a prince.
+
+ISABEL.
+One of our country, or a son of France?
+
+SOLDIER.
+They loose his helmet--it is Count Dunois.
+
+JOHANNA (seizes her fetters with convulsive violence).
+And I am nothing but a fettered woman!
+
+SOLDIER.
+Look yonder! Who the azure mantle wears
+Bordered with gold?
+
+JOHANNA.
+           That is my lord, the king.
+
+SOLDIER.
+His horse is restive, plunges, rears and falls--
+He struggles hard to extricate himself.
+
+   [JOHANNA accompanies these words with passionate movements.
+
+Our troops are pressing on in full career,
+They near him, reach him--they surround him now.
+
+JOHANNA.
+Oh, have the heavens above no angels more!
+
+ISABEL (laughing scornfully).
+Now is the time, deliverer--now deliver!
+
+JOHANNA (throws herself upon her knees, and prays with passionate
+     violence).
+Hear me, O God, in my extremity!
+In fervent supplication up to Thee,
+Up to thy heaven above I send my soul.
+The fragile texture of a spider's web,
+As a ship's cable, thou canst render strong;
+Easy it is to thine omnipotence
+To change these fetters into spider's webs--
+Command it, and these massy chains shall fall,
+And these thick walls be rent, Thou, Lord of old,
+Didst strengthen Samson, when enchained and blind
+He bore the bitter scorn of his proud foes.
+Trusting in thee, he seized with mighty power
+The pillars of his prison, bowed himself,
+And overthrew the structure.
+
+SOLDIER.
+               Triumph!
+
+ISABEL.
+                    How?
+
+SOLDIER.
+The king is taken!
+
+JOHANNA (springing up).
+          Then God be gracious to me!
+
+   [She seizes her chains violently with both hands, and
+   breaks them asunder. At the same moment rushing upon the
+   nearest soldier, she seizes his sword and hurries out.
+   All gaze after her, transfixed with astonishment.
+
+
+
+SCENE XII.
+
+   The same, without JOHANNA.
+
+ISABEL (after a long pause).
+How was it? Did I dream? Where is she gone?
+How did she break these ponderous iron chains?
+A world could not have made me credit it,
+If I had not beheld it with these eyes.
+
+SOLDIER (from the tower).
+How? Hath she wings? Hath the wind borne her down?
+
+ISABEL.
+Is she below?
+
+SOLDIER.
+        She strides amidst the fight:
+Her course outspeeds my sight--now she is here--
+Now there--I see her everywhere at once!
+--She separates the troops--all yield to her:
+The scattered French collect--they form anew!
+--Alas! what do I see! Our people cast
+Their weapons to the ground, our banners sink----
+
+ISABEL.
+What? Will she snatch from us the victory?
+
+SOLDIER.
+She presses forward, right towards the king.
+She reaches him--she bears him from the fight--
+Lord Fastolfe falls--the general is taken!
+
+ISABEL.
+I'll hear no more! Come down!
+
+SOLDIER.
+Fly, queen! you will be taken by surprise.
+Armed soldiers are advancing tow'rds the tower.
+
+                [He comes down.
+
+ISABEL (drawing her sword).
+Then fight, ye cowards!
+
+
+
+SCENE IV.
+
+   LA HIRE with soldiers. At his entrance the people
+   of the QUEEN lay down their arms.
+
+LA HIRE (approaching her respectfully).
+             Queen, submit yourself--
+Your knights have yielded--to resist is vain!
+--Accept my proffered services. Command
+Where you would be conducted.
+
+ISABEL.
+                Every place
+The same, where I encounter not the Dauphin.
+
+   [She resigns her sword, and follows him with the soldiers.
+
+   The Scene changes to the battle-field.
+
+
+
+SCENE XIV.
+
+   Soldiers with flying banners occupy the background. Before them the
+   KING and the DUKE OF BURGUNDY appear, bearing JOHANNA in their arms;
+   she is mortally wounded, and apparently lifeless. They advance
+   slowly to the front of the stage. AGNES SOREL rushes in.
+
+SOREL (throwing herself on the bosom of the KING).
+You're free--you live--I have you back again!
+
+KING.
+Yes, I am free--I am so at this price!
+
+   [Pointing to JOHANNA.
+
+SOREL.
+Johanna! God! she's dying!
+
+BURGUNDY.
+               She is gone
+An angel passeth hence! See, how she lies,
+Easy and tranquil, like a sleeping child!
+The peace of heaven around her features plays,
+The breath of life no longer heaves her breast,
+But vital warmth still lingers in her hand.
+
+KING.
+She's gone! She never will awaken more,
+Her eye will gaze no more on earthly things.
+She soars on high, a spirit glorified,
+She seeth not our grief, our penitence.
+
+SOREL.
+Her eyes unclose--she lives!
+
+BURGUNDY (in astonishment).
+               Can she return
+Back from the grave, triumphant e'en o'er death?
+She riseth up! She standeth!
+
+JOHANNA (standing up, and looking round).
+                Where am I?
+
+BURGUNDY.
+With thine own people, maiden--with thy friends!
+
+KING.
+Supported by thy friend, and by thy king.
+
+JOHANNA (after looking at him fixedly for some time).
+No! I am not a sorceress! Indeed
+I am not one.
+
+KING.
+        Thou'rt holy, as an angel;
+A cloud of error dimmed our mental sight.
+
+JOHANNA (gazing round her with a joyful smile).
+And am I really, then, among my friends,
+And am no more rejected and despised?
+They curse me not--kindly they look on me!
+--Yes, all around me now seems clear again!
+That is my king!--the banners these of France!
+My banner I behold not--where is it?
+Without my banner I dare not appear;
+To me it was confided by my Lord,
+And I before his throne must lay it down;
+I there may show it, for I bore it truly.
+
+KING (averting his face).
+Give her the banner!
+
+   [It is given to her. She stands quite unsupported,
+   the banner in her hand. The heaven is illumined
+   by a rosy light.
+
+JOHANNA.
+See you the rainbow yonder in the air?
+Its golden portals heaven doth wide unfold,
+Amid the angel choir she radiant stands,
+The eternal Son she claspeth to her breast,
+Her arms she stretcheth forth to me in love.
+How is it with me? Light clouds bear me up--
+My ponderous mail becomes a winged robe;
+I mount--I fly--back rolls the dwindling earth--
+Brief is the sorrow--endless is the joy!
+
+   [Her banner falls and she sinks lifeless on the ground.
+   All remain for some time in speechless sorrow. Upon a
+   signal from the KING, all the banners are gently placed
+   over her, so that she is entirely concealed by them.
+
+
+
+
+
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