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SCHILLER'S

Maid of Orleans

TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN

With an Introduction by EDWARD BROOKS, JR.

PHILADELPHIA: DAVID McKAY, PUBLISHER,

G01-8 SOUTH WASHINGTON SQUARE.

Copyriqh i . 1899, \-\ I > nil' M< Kay

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INTRODUCTION.

Schiller's drama, " The Maid of Orleans," is one of the poet's later writings, it having been written in the early part of the nineteenth century, only a few years before the author's death. The play is founded upon the French legend of Joan of Arc. The heroine Joan or, as she is more properly called, Jeanne, was, according to historians, one of three daughters of Jacques and Isabella Dare, who be- longed to the feudal class known as serfs. Her father was a laborer who possessed little else but a cabin, a small garden and some cattle in the prov- ince of Domremi on the borders of Lorraine. Here little Jeanne first saw the light in 1410. She re- ceived scarcely any education, but was given some religious instruction by her mother, who appears to have been a woman somewhat superior to her asso- ciates, she having made a pilgrimage to Rome and having received the surname Romee in consequence. Jeanne used to ride her father's horses to water and thus attained unusual proficiency as an equestrian, which stood her in good stead in her later life. Dur- ing her early girlhood Franco was convulsed with civil war, and partly on this account theEnglishhad been able to overrun and conquer the entire northern part of it as far south as the river Loire. While

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tending her father's sheep there appeared to the young girl visions of various saints who inspired her with the idea thai she had been born with a destiny, viz., to free France from its enemies. There was al thai time ;i superstition prevalent to the effecl thai the calamities which should fall upon France through the depravity of a woman should be removed through the instrumentality of a chaste virgin. Much of the misfortune which had befallen the counl ry was due to the conduct of Isabella, the mother of Charles VII., who had disinherited her son in favor of I [enry V. of England, the husband of her daughter Catherine. It is easj to understand, therefore, how the young girl became possessed « ith the idea thai the delivery of France was her mission. \ '\>i m revealing her ambitions to her father he com- manded her not to leave home. She then applied to her uncle, who was so much impressed with her earnestness thai he made known her wish t" a French captain who was stationed near, whose only remark was, " Box her ears and semi herhome." Finally, through the assistance of a rich and pow< r I'hI duke who lived near by she was enabled to pre- sent h< i- elf al the courl of Charles \ 11. The dau- phin's council deliberated two days before she was

nted an audience. In order to test the truth of her tions thai she received her inspiration

from divine sources, the dauphin laid his

• 1 clothes and mingled with his courl iers Borne

horn were much more richlj dressed Je tune,

• deceived bu1 wenl si r n.-h; to the

dauphin and addri him said, " I am the chaste

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virgin who is sent to you by God to deliver you from your enemies." Though greatly impressed by her bearing, Charles was not at once convinced of her mission and caused her to be examined by his council and by learned doctors of divinity. This examination consumed a whole month, at the end of which time she was given a command in the army. Attired in white armor and bearing a standard covered with fleur-de-lis she presented herself to the French army then defending the city of Orleans against the English. After a series of bloody and desperate conflicts, in which the young girl bore herself wil h remarkable bravery and forti- tude, the English were forced to abandon the seige and withdraw their troops from Orleans. This suc- cess was shortly followed by the great victory of Patay in which the English general Talbot was taken prisoner and the enemy driven beyond the Loire. Four months after his first interview with Jeanne Charles was crowned in the cathedral at Bheims. Jeanne, feeling that her mission had been accomplished, was desirous of returning to her home, but yielding to the persuasions of Dunois she re- solved never to discontinue the struggle so long as there was an enemy upon the soil of France. She fought on until the following spring when, in a hotly contested action before Compiegne, she was sur- rounded by the enemy, thrown from her horse, and taken prisoner. Upon a charge being brought against herbythe Inquisition she was thrown into a dun- geon to await a trial for witchcraft. This trial and the execution which followed is one of the foulest blots

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upon history's pages, and is attributable not alone to the English authorities, bul in all probability in as great a degree to the Ecclesiastical partj in France at whose head was the bishop of Beauvais, who took this method of revenging himself upon Chariest [I, with whom h<- had a quarrel. Arraigned b( fore her accusers, Jeanne was convicted and condemned to die a1 the stake unless she abjured her errors. In this terrible strait the woman prevailed over the heroine, and she signed the abjuration and received pardon. She was still, however, the prisonei »1 the English, and having been prevailed upon by those who had her in charge to resume her male clothes, she was judged to have relapsed into her evil wa and sentenced to death, sin- was burned at the Btake in the streets of Rouen on the thirtieth of

May. I 131.

Such is tlic romantic story of Jeanne D'Arc, which Schiller has made the basis of his historical drama, "The Mud of Orleans." In order to add dramatic interest and for the purpose ol making the play suitable for production upon the the author has nol adhered verj closelj to the le- gend. Jeanne's father, who is called Thibaut, in the drama is represented as being a man of some Bocial standing as the aristocratic name D'Arc" would indicate That he was also a man of Rome property must be inferred from h ich ol

In- daughters a dowry consisting ol "a yard, a stall and herd and also thirty a< Jeanne1 introduction i" the court ol < 'hnrlea :i'\\ ii.it different I la\ ing obtained a helm from

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a Bohemian woman, which the young maid thinks lias been sent her by the heavenly Spirit, she sudden- ly presents herself to the French army assembled in the valley of the Yonne, and, snatching the banner from the hand of the standard-bearer, Leads her countrymen on to a miraculous victory over the foe. She then of her own accord presents herself to the dauphin Charles, and having distinguished him from Dunois, who by pre-arrangement is seated upon the throne, convinces Charles of her divine inspiration by disclosing to him the subject of three prayers which he has recently offered to God.

The duel scene between Jeanne and Montgomery is probably the product of the author's imagination, and is unquestionably introduced to add dramatic interest. The same might be equally said of the scenes in which the Duke of Burgundy is recon- ciled to the court of Charles. The scenes in which the maid indicates a love for Lionel, the English officer, are criticised by some as not being in ac- cord with the essential qualities of her character ; but they seem to me to be pretty touches sugges- tive e>f the woman's heart encased in the body which could overcome Montgomery and Lionel in hand-to-hand conflict, and controlled by a purity Of purpose born of a belief in divine inspiration.

By a curious transposition of ideas, possibly sug- gested by the part which the French themselves played in the Maid's trial for heresy . Schiller makes Jeanne suspected of witch craft by her own family, the king and those to whom she had rendered such valuable services. A pretty touch is given to this

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incident in the portraj al ol the faithful love of k.-:i- mond who, when all have turned against her, still remains staunch and true although In-, too, sha the common belief.

The scene -i herdeath as represented \>\ Schiller differs greatly from the historical legend. Having been taken prisoner by tin- English, sin- is confined in ;i watch-tower in their ramp. A great battle between tin- French ami Burgundians "ii the one side and the English on the other i^ in progri Success now perches upon the banners of the one, and now upon tin' other. Jeanne is in chains, watched over by the depraved queen Isabella. Sud- denly there is ;i reporl that the English general is taken, Isabella is about t<> kill Jeanne \\ ith ;i dagger when t he tide of 6u< cess changes and tin- French are in retreat. Jeanne, perceiving tins, rises up, and breaking the chains with which she is bound, seizes :i sw ord t '■' m a nearby soldier, and rushing into the thickest of the fray ralliesthe French about ber and snatches ■•) victory from the jaws of defeat, in doing this, however, Jeanne r< a mortal

wound and expires at the feel of the king whose cause she has si i \ aliantly aided.

The translation which follows is from the pen of Mi \nii.i Swanwick, whose name is well known ;is ;i translator of Goethe's Faust. Much of the beauty and grace of diction is naturally lost in the transfer from the original to another tongue, but much thai isexcellenl will be found to be pr< in the follow ing pag

THE MAID OF ORLEANS.

DRAMATIS PERScN 1,

CHARLES THE SEVENTH, King of

Front!'.

Queen Isabel, his Mother.

AiiNKS Sorel.

Philip the Good, Ihike of Bur- gundy.

Earl Dunois, Bastard of Or- lea n s.

La Hire. Duchatel French Officers.

Archbishop of Rheims.

Chatillon, a Burgundian Knight.

Raoul, a Lotharingian Knight.

Talbot, the English General.

Lionel, Fastolfe, English Offi- cers.

Montgomery, " Welshman. Councillors op < Irleans. An English Herald. Thibaut D'Arc, o wealthy coun- tryman. Margot, Louison, Johanna, his

daughters. Etienne, Claude .Marie, Rai-

KOND, their Suitors.

Bertrand, another Countryman. Apparition of a black Knight. < Iharci ial Burner and His Wife. Soldiers and People. Officers of

the Crown. Bishops. Monks.

Marshals, Magistrates, Cour- tiers, oiol other mute persons in the Coronation Procession.

PROLOGUE.

A rural District. To the riglif.a Chapel irith mi Image of the Virgin ; to the left, an ancient Oak.

Scene I.

Thibaut D'Arc. His three Daughters. Three liming Shepherds, their Suitors.

Thib. Ay, my good neighbors ! we at least to-day Are Frenchmen still, free citizens and lords Of the old soil, which our forefathers till'd. Who knows whom we to-morrow must obey? For England her triumphal banner waves From every wall : the blooming fields of France

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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, Musi steal in secret through his own domain ; While his first peer and nearest relative Contends against him in the hostile rankp; Ay. Ids unnatural mother leads them on. Ground us towns and peaceful hamlets burn. Near and more Dear the devastating fire [lolls toward these vales, which yet repose in

peace — Tlicivfuri'. x 1 neighbors, I have dow re-

solved, While God still grants us safety . to provide Formj three daughters ; for'midst war's alarms

W n require protection, and true love

llatli power to render lighter every load.

| To the first Shepherd. Come, Btiennel You seek my Margot's hand. Fields lying side by Bide and loving hearts Promise a happj union ! ( 7b the m i

( 'laud.' ! You're silent . \ nd my Louison looks upon the ground? How, shall 1 separate i wo l<>\ Ing heart I tecau -<■ you have do wealth to offer me ? Who dow has wralthv Our ham, and homes

afford Spoil to t he foe, and fui I to 1 heir fires. In t imei like i hese, a husband'! fait hful bn

Afford i i he onl) Blielter fr t he storm.

Louis. Mj fath< i '

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Claude Marie. My Louison !

LouiSON {embracing Johanna). My dear sister!

Thib. 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 ! Thib. Now go ; make all things ready ; for the morn

Shall see the wedding. Let our village friends

Be all assembled for the festival.

[TJie two couples retire arm-in-arm.

Scene II. Thibaut, Raimond, Johanna.

Thib. 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.

Ratm. What is the matter ? Why upbraid thy child ?

Thib. Here is this noble youth, the flower and pride Of all our village ; he hath fix'd on thee His fond affections, and for three long years Has woo'd 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 Disclos'd its beauty, but I vainly wait For love's sweet blossom genially to blow, And ripen joyously to golden fruit !

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Oh i hat musl ever grii - <• me, and betrays Some sad deficiency in nature's work ! The lieaii I like not, which, severe ami cold, Expands not in the genial j^ears of youth. li.uM. Forbear, good father! Cease to urge her thus I A noble tender fruit of heavenly growth [s my Johanna's love, and time sdnue Bringeth the costly to maturity ! Still she delights to range among 1 1 1- - hill-. And fears descending from the wild free heath. To tany math tin- lowly roofs of men, Where dwell the narrow cares of humbU life From the deep vale with silent wonder, oft

I mark her, when, upon a loftj hill

Surrounded by her flock, erect she Mainly,

With noble port, ami bends her earnest gaze

I lown on the small domains of earth. To me She looketh then, as it from other times • she came, foreboding things of import high. iiim. Tis that precisely which displeases me 1

she shun- her sisters' gaj companionship :

ksont the desert mountains, leaves her ooucb Before the crowing of the morning cock.

Ami in the dreaded hour, when men are wont

Confidingly t" seek their fellow-men, She. like the solitary bird, creeps forth, An. I in the fearful spirit-realm of night, To yon crosswaj repairs, and then- alone Bolds secret commune with the mountain wind, Wherefore this plac< pre< isely doth she cho< Wh\ hit her always doth sh>- drive her Book I

.-ether i have aeen her -it In dreamy musing 'neath the Druid fcn •

sen.] THE MAID Otf ORLEANS. 15

Which every happy creature slums with awe. For 'tis not holy there ; an evil spirit Hath since the fearful pagan days of old Beneath its branches tix\l his dread abode. The oldest of our villagers relate Strange tales of horror of the Druid tree ; Mysterious voices of unearthly sound From its unhallow'd shade oft meet the ear. Myself, when in the gloomy twilight hour IMy path once chane'd to lead me near this tree, Beheld a spectral figure sitting there, Which slowly from its long and ample robe Stretch'd forth its wither "d hand, andbeckon'd

me, But on I went with speed, nor look'd behind, And to the care of God consign 'd 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.

Thlb. No! not in vain hath it in fearful dreams And apparitions strange reveal'd 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, Bow'd 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 pictur'd show, reveals

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The vain and sinful Longing of her heart. She Looks with shame upon her lowly birth. Because with richer beauty God hath grac'd Her form, and dower'd 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.

Raim. 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 Bhe Wlin silently performs the humblest tasks. Beneath her guiding hands prosperity Attendeth still thy harvesi and fchj flocks : And around all she does there ceaseless floi A blessing, rare and unaccountable.

Tiiih. Ay, truly I Unaccountable indeed I Sad horror at this blessing seize.-, me ! — But now no more : henceforth 1 will he silent. Shall I accuse my o\\ n Udoved child '.- I can <lo aoughl bul warn and praj for her. Yet warn I must. — O shun the Druid tree I Staj not alone, and in the midnight hour Break uol the ground for roots, no drinks

prepare, No characters inscribe upon the Band ! "I'is easy to unlock the realm of spirits ; Listening each sound, beneath a film of earth

Tiny lie in u ail . nad\ to m h aloft.

stay not alone, for in the wilderness

The prince of darkness tempted e'en our Lord.

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Scene III.

Thibaut. Raimond, Johanna.

Bertrand eiders, a helmet in his hand.

Raim. Hush ! here is Bertram! 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 came by it? Why bring This fearful omen to our peaceful vale ?

[ Johann A,«*7io // usi-i in ainecl indifferent during the two previous scenes, becomes attentive, and steps nearer.

Bert. I scarce can tell you how I came by it.

I had procur'd some tools at Vaucouleurs ; A crowd was gather'd in the market-place, For fugitives were just arriv'd in haste From Orleans, bringing most disastrous news. In tumult all the town together flock'd, And as I forc'd a passage through the crowds, A brown Bohemian woman, with this helm, Approach'd me, eyed me narrowly, and said: " Fellow, you seek a helm ; I know it well. Take this one ! For a trifle it is yours." "do witli it to the soldiers," I replied, "lam a husbandman, and want no helm." She would not cease, however, and went on : " None knoweth if he may not want a helm.

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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

si reets, Siill offering the helm, which I refused. I mark'd it well, and saw that it was bright, And fair and worthy of a knightly head; And when in doubt I weigh'd it in my hand, The strangeness of the incident revolvu The woman disappear 'd, for suddenly The rushing crowd had carried her away, And I was left, the helmet in my hand.

Johanna (attempting eagerly to » ize it). Give me 1 1 1 * ■ helmet !

Bertkand. Why. what boots it yuu?

It is nut suited to a maiden's head.

Johanna (seizing it from him).

Mine is the helmet it belongs to me !

Thib. What whim is this ?

Hai.moni). Nay. let her have her way!

Tliis warlike ornament becomes her well,

For in her bos beats a manly heart.

Remember how she once subdued the wolf, The savage monster which destroyed cur

herds. And till'd the ueighb'ring shepherds with

dismaj . She all alone the lion-hearted maid — Foughl with the wolf, and from him snatoh'd

t lie lamb, Which he was bearing in his blood] jav< 1 luw brave • ■■ • i the bead this helm adorn'd, It cannot grace a worthier one than hers I

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THIBAIT (to BERTRAM)).

Relate what new disasters have occurred. What tidings brought the fugitives?

Bertram>. May God

Have pity on our land, and save the King! In two great battles we have lost the day ; Our foes are statiou'd 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 !

Bert. 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 fills the air. For Burgundy, the mighty potentate, Conducts his motley host ; the Ilennegarians, The men of Liege and of Luxemburg, The people of Namur, and those who dwell In fair Brabant ; the wealthy men of Ghent, vVho boast their velvets, and their costly silks ; The Zealanders, whose cleanly towns appear Emerging from the ocean : 1 1 ol landers. Who milk the lowing herds ; men from Utrecht, And even from West Friesland's distant realm, Who look towards the ice-pole — all combine,

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Beneath the banner of the powerful duke, Togel her to accomplish < Orleans' fall.

Tun;. <»li the unblest, the lamentable strife,

Which turns the arms of France againsl itself I

Bekt. E'en she, the Mother-Queen, proud Isabel — Bavaria's haughty princess maj be seen, Array'd in armor, riding through the camp; With poisonous words oi irony she En The hostile troops t>> fury 'gainst her ^<>n. W'liMMi she hath clasp'd to her maternal breast.

Thik. A curse upon her, and may God prepare For her ;i death like baughty Jezebel's !

B] bt. The fearful Sal'sbury conducts th<

The town-destroyer; with him Lionel,

Tin- brother of the lion ; Talbot, t<»>.

Who. with his murd'rous weapon, moweth

down

The people in the battle : they have '.worn.

With ruthless insolence, t<> 4 n to Bhame

The bapless maidens, and t<> sacrifice

All who the sword have wielded, with the

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Four loftj watch-towers, to o'ertop the town, They have uprear'd ; Earl Bal'sbury from on

high

teth abroad hi^ cruel, murd'rous glance, And marks the rapid wanderers in the Btn i Thousands of cannon balls, of pond'rous weight, \ i ■!• burled into the city. Churches li" In ruin'd heaps, and Ndtre Dame's royal tower I :. fin al length to bow its lofty head. Thej also have form'd powder vaults below, \inl thus, above a subterranean hell,

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The timid city every hour expects,

'Midst crashing thunder, to break forth in

Barnes. [Johanna listens with close attention, and

places the helmet an her head. Thib. 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 sucli impetuous force thus onward

rushed ? Where is the King? Can he supinely see His kingdom's peril, and his cities' fall? Bert. The King at Chinou holds his court ; lie 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?

BEST. Tis Baudricour. But much I fear the knight Will not be able to elude t he foe, Who track him closely with two numerous

hosts.

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Johan. Where halts the knight? Pray tell me, if yon know.

Bert. About a one day's march from Vaucouleurs.

riiiitAUT {to Johanna).

Why, what is tliat to thee? Thou doel inquire Concerning matters which become thee not.

Bert. T 1 i « ■ foe being now so strong, and from the King No Bafety to be hoped, al Vaucouleurs They have with unanimity resolved To yield them to the Duke of Burgundy. Thus we avoid ;i foreign yoke, and still Continue by our ancienl royal line; Ay. to the ancienl crown we may fall back Should Prance and Burgundy be reconcil'd.

Johanna {as if inspired).

Speak nol of treaty! Speak not of surrender! The Saviour comes, 1>" arms him for the li^'lit The fortunes of the foe before tin- b alls Of Orleans shall bewreck'd! Bis hour is oome, Be now is read} for the reaper's hand, A ii.l with her sickle will the maid appear, And mow to earth the harvesl of 1ns pride. She from the heavens will tear liis glory down, Which he had flung aloft, among the stars; Despair nol ! Fly not I for ere yondei corn Assumes its golden hue, or ere tli" moon Displays her perfect orb, no En lish horse Shall drink the rolling waters ot il"' Loire,

Bert. Ala- ' no miracle will happen now :

JOB in. Yi 9, there Bhull yet be one a Bnow-white d

shall fly, and with tl agio's boldness, tear

The birds of prey, which rend het Fatherland. She -liall o'erthrow t lii^ hauglit) Burgundy,

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Betrayer of the kingdom ; Talbot, too, The hundred-handed, heaven-defying scourge ; This Sal'sbury, who violates our fanes, And all these island robbers shall she drive Before her like a flock of timid lambs. The Lord will he 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 ! Thibaut. "What strange power

Hath seized the maiden? Raimond. Doubtless 'tis the helm

Which doth inspire her with such martial

thoughts. Look at your daughter. Mark her flashing

eye, Her glowing cheek, which kindles as with fire ! JOHAN. This realm shall fall ! This ancient land of

fame, The fairest that, in his majestic course, Th' 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 scatter'd, and the

cross And holy image first were planted here ; Here rest Saint Louis' ashes, and from hence The troops went forth, who set Jerusalem free. Bertraxd (in astonishment).

Hark how she speaks! "Why, whence can she

obtain Tins glorious revelation? — Father Arc ! A wondrous daughter God hath given you!

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Jem \n. We shall n<> Longer Berve ;i native prince!

The King, who never dies, shall pass away — The guardian of the sacred plough, who litis The earth with plenty, who protects our i • rds Who frees the bondmen from captivity, Who gathers all his cities round bis 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 tin- destitute ; — Power ami compassion meel together there, Tin- guilty tremble, but the jusl draw near, And with the guardian lion fearless sporl ! Tlie stranger king, who cometh from afar. Whose fathers' sacred ashes do not lie [nterr'd among us ; can he love our land ? Who was not young among our youth, wh

heart lu-spondt't li not to our familiar words. < 'an In- I"' as a fat her to our BOn8?

Ti iin. God save the King and Prance ! We're peaceful

folk

Who neither wield the sword, nor rein the

Bteed. — Lei us await t lie King whom viotorj crowns; The fate of battle is the iroice of God. Be is our Lord who crowns himself at Rheims. And on his head receives the holj oil. — Coine. now to work I come ! and let evi

Think ..nls of the .hit \ ,.| the h0Ul '

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Let the earth's great ones for the earth con- tend, Untroubled w i 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 re-appear, And our light huts are quickly rear'd 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 aye 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 m}' simple strain, Johanna goes, and ne'er returns again.

Ye scenes where all my tranquil jo3'S I knew,

Forever now I leave you far behind !

Poor foldless lambs, no shepherd now have

you ! O'er the wide heath stray henceforth uncon-

fin'd! For I to danger's field, of crimson hue, Am summon'd hence, another Hock to find. Such is to me the Spirit's high behest : No earthly vain ambition fires my breast.

26 THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [prol.

For who in glory did on Horeb'a height

Descend to Moses in the hush of Qame,

And bade him go and Btand in Pharaoh's

si.^ht—

Who once to Israel's pious shepherd came, And sent him forth, his champion in the

Bght, AVI io aye hath loved the lowly shepherd t rain. — He. from tln-se leafy boughs, thus spake i" me, " (Jo forth ! Thoushalt on earth my witn< as 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 hride-wreath shall thy locks be

dress'd Nor on thy bosom bloom an infant fair ; But war's triumphant glory -shall be thine; Thy martial fame all women's shall outshin

"For when in fighl the Btoutesl hearts despi When direful ruin threatens France, forlorn^ Thm thou alofl my oriflamme shall bear, And swiftly as the reaper mows the corn, Thou shalt lay low the haught) conqueror; His fortune's wheel thou rapidly Bhal' turn, To Gaul's heroic sons deliv'rance bring, Relieve beleaguer'd Rheims, and orown thy king!"

The heavenlj Spirit promised me a sign ; He sends the helmet, it hath come from him. Its iron till.th me with strength divine, 1 feel t he courage of t he cherubim ;

sc.i.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 27

As with the rushing of a mighty wind It drives me forth to join the hattle's din ; The clanging trumpets sound, the chargers

rear. And the loud war-cry thunders in mine ear.

[She goes out

ACT I.

Scene I.

\ TJie royal residence at Chinon.

Dunois and Du Chatel.

Dunois. No longer I'll endure it. I renounce

This recreant Monarch who forsakes himself. My valiant heart doth bleed, and I could rain ^t lint tear-drops from mint' 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, anavcd in panoply of war. To find the Monarch with his marshall'd hosts; And find him — here! begirt with troubadours, And juggling knaves, engaged in solving

riddlps, And planning festivals in Sorel's honor, As brooded o'er the land profoundest peace ! — The Constable hath gone, he will not brook

28 THE MAID OF ORLE VNS. [ act i.

Longer the spectacle of shame. I too I lepart, and leave him to his <-\ il fate. DUCH. Here comes the Kong.

Scene II. King < Ihables. The same.

('has. The Constable hath Bent us back his sword

And doth renounce our service. Now, by

Heaven ! He thus bath rid us of a churlish man. Who insolently soughl to lord il o'er us.

Dunois. A man is precious iii such perilous lim<

1 would not deal thus lightly with hi-- loss.

( 'has. 'I'll i. u speakest thus from love of opposition -.

While he was line, thou never w. ri li i- friend.

Dunois. lie was a tiresome, proud, vexatious fool,

Who never could resolve.- For once, however, I [e hath resolved. Bel imes he goel h hei When- honor can do longer be achie^ ed.

Chas. Thou'rl in a pleasant humor: undisturb'd

I'll leave thee to enjoy it. Hark, Du Chatel ! Ambassadors are here from old king lone. Of tuneful s'.ni; t ho ma -tor. tar renowned. — Let them, a- honor'd guests !"■ entertain'd, And unto each present a chain <•! gold.

| TO tin Unsl, ml

Why smilest t liou, I hmois? DuKOis. That from thy mouth

Tliou Bhaki len cha ins.

I m < ii \n i.. Uaa I mj Kingl

No gold ezisteth in thj treasury. Chas. Then gold must be procured. It must not be

sen.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 29

That bards unhonor'd from our court depart. Tis they who make our barren Bceptre bloom,

'Tis they who wreath around our fruitless

crown Life's joyous branch, of never-fading green. Reigning, they justly rank themselves askings. 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 !

DUCH. 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. — Nought hast thou now in presents to bestow, Thou hast not wherewithal to live to-morrow 1 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.

Chas. My royal customs pledge, and borrow gold From the Loin ban bans.

Duciiatel. Sire, thy revenues,

Thy royal cusl s, are for three years pledg'd.

DUNOIS. And pledge meanwhile and kingdom both are losl

Chas. Still many rich and beauteous lands are ours.

DTXNOIS So long as God and Talbot's sword permit ! When Orleans faileth into English hands Then with King Rene thou may'st tend thy sheep !

Chas. Still at this King thou lov'sl to point thy jest;

3o THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [act. i.

Yet 'tis this lackland Monarch, who to-day Hath with ;i princely crown invested me.

Dunois. Not, in the name of heaven, with that o/ Naples, Which is for Bale, I hear, since he kept sheep.

CHAS. It is a sportive festival, a jest,

Wherein be giveth to his fancy play, To found a world all innocent and pure

In this barbaric-, rude reality.

Set 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 Bat. The old man dwelleth in those bygone times.

And in our workday worl 1 would realize

The dreams of ancient bards, who picture life 'Mid bowers celestial, thron'd on golden

clouds. —

He hath established hence a court of love, Where valiant knights may dwell, and homage

yield To noble women, win, .-ire there enthroned, \ ml where pure loveand true may find a home,

Me he hath chosen as the pril >f Love.

DrjNi'is. | am no1 such a base degenerate churl, \ Love's dominion rudely to assail.

1 am her son. from her derive mj name.

And in her kingdom lies my heritage.

The prince ol I Orleans was m\ Bire, and while

No woman's heart was proof against his love,

SC. III.] TI1K M V.i) ill' OKI. I A\S.

31

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 kitu Arthur's hoard ; 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 snatch'd 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 !

[ I 'age retires. Doubtless they succor need ; what can I do, Myself all-succorless !

Scene III.

'lit e same. Tftree Senators.

Chas. Welcome, my trusty citizens of Orleans !

What tidings bring ye from my faithful town i'

32 nil. MAID I IF ORLEAM [act i.

I )nt 1 1 she continue with her wonted zeal Still bravely to withstand the leaguering !'<»■'.-

si.nat. All. sin-! the city's peril is extreme ; And giant ruin, waxing hour by hour. still onward strides. The bulwarks are de- stroyed— The foe, al each assault, advantage gain Bare of defenders are the city walls, For with rash valor forth our soldiers rush, While few, alas! return to view their hom< And famine's scourge impendeth o'er the town. In this exl remitj . t he noble < '< >unt Of Rochepierre, commander of 1 1 1 * ■ town, Bath made a compact with the enemy, According to old custom, t<> yield up, On the twelfth day, thecitj to the foe, Unless, meanwhile, before the town appear A hosl of magnil ude i" raise the si(

[ Dun< >is manift sts tfu strongt at indignation.

( !has. The interval is brief.

Senator We hither i i«-.

Attended by a host ile ret Inue, To implore thee, Sire, t'> pity thy poor town, \ t m 1 to send mccor ere the appointed daj . When, if still unrelieved, she must surrender.

In nois. And could Saintrailles consent to ir i ^ « ■ In - voice 1 1 1 mil ;i shame! ul compacl ? . ltor. Never, sir I

Long an the hero liv'd, none dared to breathe \ Bingle w ord of t reatj . or surrendi

In .• i.i [e then is dead ?

si •. \ i . ir. The noble hero fell,

lli^ Monarch1 defending, <>n our walls.

SC. in.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 33

Chas. What ! Saint rail lfs dead ! Oh, in that single man A host is founder'd !

[A Knight enters and speaks apart with DUNOIS, who starts iriltt surprise. DUNOIS. That too!

Charles. Well ! What is it?

DUNOIS. Count Douglas sendeth here. The Scottish troops Revolt, and threaten to retire at once, Unless their full arrears are paid to-day. Chas. Du Chatel ! Du Chatel {shrugs his shoulders).

Sire ! I know not what to counsel. Chas. Pledge, promise all. even unto half my realm. — CHAT. Tis vain! They have been fed with hope too

often ! < has. They are the finest troops of all my host !

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 coin, nor troops. [He sees Sorel approach and hastens to- wards her with outstretched arms.

2*

34 THE MAID Of I >RL1 A\>. [ACT 1.

Scene iv.

Tin same. Agnes Sobel, a casket in her hand,

('has. M\ kgnes ! Oh, my love! tnj dearest lit'-:

Thou ...m.-i here to snatch me from despair ! Refuge I take within thy Loving arms ; Possessing thee, 1 feel that nought is l<>^t.

Soeel. My King, beloved !

[Looking around with "» anxious inquiring

I Hiimis ! Sa\ . i- it ti u<\

Du Chatel ? Du Chatel. Tis alas :

Sobel. So greal the need '.-

No treasure lefl ? The soldiers will disband ?

( 'HAT. Alas : it i-, |.h, l i I,,. :

Sobel (giving him the casket). Here here is gold, lien- too an- jewels ! Mell ui\ Bilver down ! Sell, pledge my castles on tnj fair domains In Provence, treasure raise turn all to gold, appease the troops I No nun- Is t" !»■ l<>-i !

| sin in ij, 8 him to ill jmrt.

cn\s. Well now, Dunois I Du Chatel! Do you still account me poor, when I possess the crown Of womankind ? sin's nobly born a^ I ;

The royal l>l I of Valois not more pure ;

The mosl exalted throne she would adorn — yet ihe reject il with disdain, and claims No i 'i her t itle t han i" be mj l"\ e. No lit i more coetl) will she e'er receive Than earl] Bower in winter, or rare fruit I No Baoriflce, on mj part) she permits

SC. iv.] THE MAID OF ORLK.WS. 35

Yet sacrificeth all she hath 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 Perill'd 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, anil 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 prophecy, once uttered by a nun

36 THE MAID OP ORLEANS. [act l

Of Clairmont, in prophetic mood, who said, That through a woman's aid 1 o'er my foes Should triumph, and achieve mj father's crown. Far <>if I sought her in the English camp; I strov.- to reconcile a mother's heart : Hen- Btands the b< roine my ^ni<i<- tn Rheims ! My Agnes! 1 shall triumph through thy love I

Sorel. Thou'lt triumph through the valiant Bwords of friends

Chas. And from my foes' dissensions much I hope — For sure intelligence bath reach'd mine ear, Tluit 'twixt these English lords and Burgundy Things '1" not stand precis* ly a> they did ; — Hence to the duke I have despatoh'd La Hire, To try if he can lead my angrj vassal Back to his a i nil- m Loyalty and faith : — Each moment now I look for his return.

Du Chatel {at the window).

\ knight e'en now dismounteth in the court*

Chas. A welcome messenger ! We boos shall Learn Whether we're doomed to conquer or to _\ i.-kl.

s. I M V. Tin- same. I.\ lliu :.

Ciiauu - i rru i ting him).

Hope bringe8t thou, or not ? Be brief, La Hire I Oul with thj t i< lin^s : What musl we expect i

1 lim. Expect nought, Sire, a ve from thine own good Bword.

Chas. The haughty duke w ill not be reconciled ! Speak ! llou did be receive mj embaasj ?

sc. v.] TIIK MAID OF ORLEANS. 37

Hire. His firsl and unconditional demand,

Ere he consenl to listen to thine errand, Is that Du Chatel be d.eliver'd up,

Whom he dotli name the murderer of his Sire.

CHAS. This base condition we reject with scorn !

Hire. Then be the league dissolved ere it commence 1

Chas. Hast thou thereon, as I commanded thee.

Challenged the duke to meet me in fair fight On Moutereau's bridge, whereon his father fell *

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 possess'd 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 turn'd his back upon me.

Chas. Say, did not justice raise her sacred voice, Within the precincts of my Parliament?

Hire. The rage of party. Sire, hath silenc'd her. An edict of the Parliament declares Thee, and thy race, excluded from the throne.

P uxors. These upstart burghers' haughty insolence!

Chas. Hast thou attempted with my motheraught?

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 dress'd as for a festival ; Triumphal arches rose in every street

38

THK MAM) OF OKI. FANS.

[AfT. t

Through which the English monarch was w pass.

The way was strewed with flowers, and with- huzzas,

As France some brilliant conquest had achieved)

The people thronged around the royal ear. Sorel. They could huzza— huzza, while trampling thus

l I" in a gracious sovereign's loving heart ! Hire. I saw youn^ Many Lancasfr r — the boy —

On good St. Lewis' regal chair enthroned ;

On either side his haughty uncles stood,

Bedford and Mloucester, and before him kneeled,

To render homage for his lands. I Mike Philip. Chas. O peer dishonor'd ! 0 unworthy cousin I Hike. 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— hut it angers me t<> utter it :

< 'M \i:t.l B. iv on.

HIRE. Within her arms she clasped the boy,

And herself placed him "ti th\ lather's throne.

( 'n\s. « >h. mother ! mother !

La I [ire. i en the murderous bands

of the Burgundians, at this spectacle, \'.\ [need some tokens of indignant shame. The Queen perceived it. and addressed the

crowds, Exclaiming with loud voice: " Be grateful,

I renchmen, That 1 engrafl upon a Bicklj st,„-k

st, v.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 39

A healthy scion, and redeem you from The misbegotten son of a mad Sire ! "

[The Kim; hides his face; Agnes hastens to- wards 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 needs 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 thy cro%vn, And none hath more inviolate faith maintain'd 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, for- sooth, Ere blood hath flowed, rashly to give away The fairest city from the heart of France?

Chas. Blood hath been poured forth freely, and in vainl The hand of Heaven is visibly against me; In every battle is my host o'erthrown, I am rejected of my parliament,

40 THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [vi i,

My capital, my people, hail my foe,

Those of my bl I. my Dearest relatives, —

Forsake me and betraj —and my own mother

Dotb nurture at her breast the hostile br 1.

— Beyond the Loin- we will retire, and yield To the o'ermastering hand of destiny Which sideth with tin- Kn^lish

Sorel < tod forbid

That we in weak despair should quit this realm I Thi- utterance came not from thy heart, my

King Thy noble heart, which hath been sorely riven By the fell de< <l of thy unnat ural mother! Tliou'lt 1>»- thyself again, right valiantly Thou'lt battle with thine adverse destiny, Which ill. tii < >| >| « »-» - thee with relentli ss ire.

Charles (lost in gloomy thought.)

[s it not true? A dark and ominous doom [mpendeth o'er the heaven abandon'd house Of Valois there preside the avenging powers, To whom a mother's crimes unbarr'd the way. For thirty years my sire in madness rav'd ; Ureadj have three elder brothers been Mow'd downbj death ; 'tis the decree of Heaven, The house of the Sixth Charles is doom'd t" fall.

Sukki.. In thi'f 'twill rise with renovated lifi

oil. in thyself have faith ! Believe me, King, Not \.iinl\ hath a gracious destiny Redeem'd thee from the ruin of thy bou \ihI by thy brethren's death exalted thi The youngesl born, to an unlook'd for throne* Beaven In thy gentle spirit hath pn pared The leech t<> remedj the thousand ills

sc. v.] THE MAID OF OR] KAN'S. 41

By party rag*1 inflicted 1 »n 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.

Chas. 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 dimm'd, 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 harrier '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,. wn 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 bound'ry of thy realm. The Stygian flood, o'erwhich there's no return. CHAS. What could be done 1 have done. I have offertt, In single tight, to combat for my crown.— I was refused. In vain my people bleed, In vain my towns are levell'd with the dust. Shall I, like that unnatural mother, see

42 THE MAID 01 ORLEANS. [act 1

My child in pier.-, severed with tin- sword? No : 1 forego my claim, that it may live. Dunois. How, sir.- ! Is this tit language for a ku

Is a crown thus renounced ! Thy meanest

subject For ln> opinion's sake, his hate and love, Sets property and life upon a cast ; When civil war hangs < >nt her bloody flag Each private end is drowned in party zeal. The husbandman forsakes his plow, the wife Lects 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 injur • advantage bhee,

And to achieve the purpose of hi- 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 Buch effeminate pity, then, Which is not suited t<>a monarch's breast.

— Tlmu didsl ii.. i i, llessly provoke the war.

\- ii commenced, bo let it Bpend it- fury. It i- the law of dest iny t hat nal ions Should for their monarchs immolate themselves, We Frenchmen recog nize thi cred law, Nor would annul u. Base, indeed, 1 1 1 » - nation. That for its honor ventures not its all.

( 'ii \i:i i - [to II ■ Si N \T"i:-

N ou've heard mj la t resolv* .1 expect no other, M.i\ God pi ■ on : [ oan do no more.

In wob. As thou .lot turn thj hack upon th\ realm, So may the God of battle aye avert

SC. v.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 43

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 tir Sr.NATORS.

The King abandons you. But I will throw Myself into your town — my father's town — And 'math its ruins find a soldier's grave. [He is about to depart. — AGNES s< >rel detai)is him. Sol. (to the King).

Oh let him not depart in anger from thee! Harsh words his lips have utter'd, but his heart Is true as gold. "Tis lie. 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 tlame! [Dunois looks fixedly at the King, and ap~ pears to await an answer. Chas. Our way lies over the Loire. Du Chatel !

See all our equipage embarked. Dunois (quickly to Sokel) . Farewell !

[He turns quickly round, and goes out.—Tlie Senators follow. Sorel (wringing her ho mis in despair).

O. if he goes, we are forsaken quite !

— Follow, La Hire ! 0 seek to soften him!

[La Hike goes out.

44 THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [act L

S< i m: VI. ( II \i:l.I 5, SOREL, 1 T I'll \T1 I..

Chas. Is, then, the sceptre »uch ;i peerless treasure? Is it so hard to Loose it from our grasp? Believe me, 'tis more galling to endure The domineering i ale of these proud vassals. To !»• dependent i>n their will and pleasure Is, to a noble heari . more 1 >it t •- r far Than to Bubmil t" fate.

[To Df ('II V.TEL, Who still li„<J< r.s.

Du Chatel, And do whal I commanded !

DuChati'.i. (throws himself at the KnsQ'&feet).

< lh, my Kin;; !

('u\s. No morel Thou'st heard my absolute resolvel

Chatel. Sire ! with the Duke of Burgundy make peace 1 Tis the sole outlel from destruction left I

( 'li us. Thou gi> 'st tli is counsel, and thy bl 1 alone

( Ian ratify this peace ?

Du Cn \ ti i.. I [ere is my head.

1 ofl have risked it i'i>r thee in the fight, And with a joyful spirit I . for t hee, Would laj it 'l"\\ m upon the block of death. ( lonciliate t he I >uke I I »< - 1 1 % er me To the lull measure of l>i~- wrath, and lei M j Bowing blood appease the ancient hate I CABLES {looks nf him for some time in silence, and with ill * /< i motion ). Can it lie true? Vm I . then, Bunk bo low, Thai even friends, who read mj inmosl heart. Point "Ut . for my escape, the path of shame)

bc.vii.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 45

Yes, now I recognize my abject fall. .My honor is no more confided in. Chatel. 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. Du Chatel. 'Twill speedily

Be done.

[He stands up and retires. — Agnes Sorel weeps passi< mutely.

Scene VII.

Tlte 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 wo !

The Bang must roam in banishment! the son Depart, an exile from his father's house, And turn his back upon his childhood's home t O pleasant, happy land, that we forsake, Ne'er shall we tread thee joyously again !

46 THE MAIL mi ORLEANS. [act i.

VIII. La Bike returns, Charles, Sori l,

SOREL. You come alone ? You .lo not bring liini Lack ?

[Observing him mort closely. La Hire ! What news? What does that look

announce ? Some new calamity ? La Hire. Calamity

Hath spent itself : sunshine is now returnM. Sorel. What is it? I implore you. La Hire to the K\ Summon hack

The delegates from Orleans!

Charles. Why? What is it?

Hire. Summon them hack! Thy fortune is reversed. \ battle has been fought, and thou hast con- quer'd. Sorel. Conquer'd! () heavenly musioofthat word I Chas. La Hire! A fabulous report deceivesth<

< ionquer'd I — In conquest I believe no more. Hire. Still greater wonders thou will soon believe.

— Hen- cometh the archbishop. To thine arms l le leadeth hack I lunois. — Soni i.. ( > beauteous flower

< u victory, whioh doth the heavenly fruits Of peace and reconcilement bear ;it once !

5C. IX.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 47

Scene IX.

Tlie same, Archbishop of Rheims, Dunois, Du Chatel, with Raoul, a Kiiiyltt 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.

Chas. Relieve my wonder and perplexity.

What may this solemn earnestness portend ? Whence this unlook'd for change of fortune ?

Archbishop (leads the Knight forward, and presents him to the King). Speak 1

Raoul. We had assembled sixteen regiments

Of Lotharingian troops, to join your host ; And Baudricourt, a Knight of Vaucouleurs, Was our commander. Having gain'd the heights By Vermanton, we wound our downward way Into the valley water'd by the Yonne ; There, in the plain before us, lay the foe, And when we turn'd, arms glitter'd 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 sliovv'd itself ! For suddenly from forth the thickets' depths A maiden, on her head a polish'd helm.

4.8 THE MAID ( >F ORLEANS. [act i.

Like u war-goddess, issued ; terrible

Y>-t lovdy was her aspect, and her hair

In dusky ringlets round her shoulders fell,

A heavenly radiance shorn- around the height ;

W I leu she upraised her voice and thus address'd

us : " Why be dismay'd, brave Frenchmen ? On

the fue ! Were they more aumerous than the ocean

Bands, God and the holy Maiden lead you on ! " Then quickly from the standard-bearer's hand She snatch'd the banner, and before « > 1 1 r troop With valiant bearing b1 rode the wond'rous 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 fix'd 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 Bignal now avails ; Senseless from terror, without Looking back, Hors< and men plunge headlong in the stream, Where they without resistance are despatoh'd. It was a slaughter rather than b iii:ht ! Two thousand of 1 1 » « - foe bestrew'd the field, Not reckoning numbers Bwallow'd by the Hood, While of our oompanj not one was Blain. Ciias. ' T e, by Heaven I most wonderful and

Btrange !

SC. ix.] THE MAID OF OR] I \\s.

49

Sorel. A maiden work'd tliis miracle, you say?

Whence did she come? Who is she? Raoul. Who she is

She will reveal to no one l>ut the Kin^ I She calls herself a seer and prophetess Ordain'd l>y 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 bell* is heard, together ivith the clang of arms. Hark to the din ! The pealing of the hells f 'Tis she ! The people greet God's messenger. Charles (to Du Chatel).

Conduct her hither. — [To the Archbishop.

What should I believe ? A maiden brings me conquest even now. When nought 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 ! Chas. She comes ! Dunois, now occupy my place! We will make trial of this wond'roua maid. Is she indeed inspired and sent by God, She will be able to discern the King.

[Dunois seats himself ; the Kim; stands at his right hand, Agnes Sorel near him; the Archbishop and the others opposite ; so that the intermediate space remains vacant.

50 THE MAID - »F ORLEANS [ACT i.

Sn M, X.

Tit e same. Johanna, accompanied by the Councillors (ut<l muni/ Knights, who occupy the background of the scene; she advances with noble bearing, nml slowly sun-, ya the company.

Dunois (after a long and solemn paust ).

Art thou thewond'rous Maiden— Jouanna (interrupts him, regarding him with dignity). Bastard of Orleans, thou wilt tempt thy < i<»i ! This place abandon, which becomes thee not ! To this more mighty one tin- Maid i> Bent.

[With a firm step she approaches the King bows "in knee before him, and. rising im- mediately, steps i"i<i:. Allprest n( express their astonishment, Dunois forsakes his suit, which is occupied by tht King. Chas. Maiden, thou ne'er bast seen my face before.

Whence hast thou then this knowledge? Johanna. Thee I saw

When none beside, save God in heaven, beheld th' [She approaches the King and speaks my*' t. riously. 1 1 think thee, Dauphin, in the bygone night ! When all around lay buried in deep Bleep, Thou from th) couch didsl rise and < -(F. r up \n earnest prayer to God, Let these retire And I will name tin' Bubjecl of thj prayer.

Chas What I i.. Heaven confided n I not !»•

Prom men oonoeal'd. Disclose to me my prayei ,

SC.X.] THK MAID OF «»K1. LANS. 51

And 1 shall doubt no more that God inspires

thee. JOHAN. Three prayers thou offer'dst, Dauphin ; listen

now Whether I name them to thee! Thou didst

pray Tliat if there were appended to this crown Unjust possession, or if heavy guilt, Not yet atoned for, from thy father's times, Occasion'd 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 iritli awe).

Who art thou, mighty one? Whence comest

thou ? [All express their astonishment.

Johan. 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 possess'd, He in bis 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 1 name to thee? CHAS. Enough— I credit thee ! This doth surpass

Mere human knowledge : thou art sent by God I AECHB. Who art thou, wonderful and holy maid?

What favor'd region bore thee? What blest

pair.

52 THE MAID < >F OR] EANS. [act L

Belov'd of Beaven, may claim thee as theii

child ? Joiian. Most reverend fattier, I am nani'd Johanna, i am a shepherd's lowly daughter, born In Dom Remi, a village of mj King, Included in the diocese of Toul, And from a child 1 kepi my father's sheep. — And much and frequently I beard them t~U Of the strange islanders, who o'er the sea Had come i" make us slaves, and on us foi ■ A foreign lord, who lovetb not the people; How the great city, Paris, they bad seized, And had usurp'd dominion o'er the realm. Then earnestly God's Mother I implor'd rJ'n save us from the shame of foreign chaii And (" preserve to us our lawful King. Not distant from my native \ illage stands An ancient image of the Virgin blest, To w hich the pious pilgrims oft repair'd ; [lard by a holy oak, of blessed pow< r, Standeth, far-fain'd through wonders manifold. Beneath the oak's broad shade I l"\"ci to sit. Tending my flock m> heart still drew met! And if l>y chance among 1 1 * • - desert hills A lambkin strayed, 'twas shown me in a dream, When in the shadow of ilii- oak 1 fdept. — And once, when through 1 1 1 • - night beneath

this ti • In pious adoral ion I had sal , I.' leep, the I loly « >ne appear'd,

B rii i sw ord and banner, <>t herw ise Clad like a shephi • and t Ims she spake : -

•• Tis I ; arise, Johai ive tin flock.

sax.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 53

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: " Eow may I presume To undertake such deeds, a tender maid, TJnpractis'd 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 touch'd. and when I upward turn'd my

Kaze, Heaven's wide expanse was fill'd with angel- hoys, Who bore white lilies in their ha mis, whiie tones Of sweetest music floated through the air. — And thus on three successive nights appear'd The Holy One. and cried—'* Ai ise, Johanna ! The Lord appoints thee to another task ! *' And when the third night she reveal'd herself, Wrathful she seem'd, and chiding --pake these

words: "Obedience, woman's duty here on earth ; Severe endurance is her heavy doom : She must he purified through discipline ; Who serveth here, is glorified above! " While thus she spake, she let her shepherd garb

54 THE MAID OF I (RLEANS. [act i.

Fall from her, ami as <^tieen <>! Heaven stood

forth Enshrined in radiant light, while golden clouda I'plioiv in-r slow lv to the realms of bliss.

[.l// are moved; Agnes Sobel weeping, hides h rface on the bosom of the Kim;. Archbishop (a/ft r a long puns, \.

Before divine credentials such as these Each doubt of earthly prudence musl subside.

Her 'I Is attest the truth of whal she speaks,

For < rod alone such wonders can achieve. Dunois. I credit not her wonders, but her eyes,

Which beam with innocence and purity. Chas. Am I. a sit r, worthy of such favor?

Infallible, All-searching »'\e, thou seest Mine inmost heart. m\ deep humility !

Johan. Humility shines brightly in the skies:

Thou art abased, hence < tod exalteth thee.

Chas. shall I indeed withstand mine enemies?

Johan. France I will lay submissive at thy feel I

Chas. \nd Orleans, say'st thou, will not be surren- der'd ?

Johan. Tie- Loire shall sooner roll its water-, back.

< 'it \s. shall I in triumph enter into Rheims?

J "i i an. i through ten thousand foes will lead tl there.

[The knights makea noise with theirlai and shields, and evince si^ns of courage,

Dunois. kppoinl the Maiden to command the host ■ We ft >llow blindly where • • i Bhe leads. Tie- holy one's prophetic eye shall guide, And this brave sword from danger shall pco

teet her !

Hikk. \ universe in arms we will not fear,

sc. x.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 55

If she, the mighty one, precede our troops. The God of battle walketh by her side : Let her conduct us on to victory I

[TJtc Knights claw/ their arms and press far- ward.

Chas. Yes, holy Maiden, do thou lead mine host ; My chief's 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 —

Johax. 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.

•TOHAN. 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, winch I must use. It, by three golden lilies may be known, Upon the blade impress'd. Let it be brought, For thou, my Liege, shalt conquer through this • sword.

Chas. Perform what she commands.

JOHANNA. And a white banner,

Edg'd with a purple border, let me hear. Upon this banner let the Queen of Beaven Be pictur'd, with the beauteous Jesus child, Floating in glory o'er this earthly ball. For so the Holy Mother show'd it me.

56 THE MAID OF ORLE Wv [act l

» Ihas. So !»• it as thou sayest. Johanna (to the Auchbishop). Reverend Bishop Lay on my head thy consecrated hands!

Pronoui ;i blessing, Father, on thy child :

[She km ■> Is down. Arch. Not blessings to receive, but to dispense

Art thou appointed.- < ro, with power divine ! But we are sinners all and most unworthy.

[She rises : a Page entt r* Page. A herald from the English generals. Johan. Let him appear, for he is sent l>> <;(m1!

[T7ieKiNii motions to the Page, who retires.

>■ I \T. XI. Tli>' Hf.i; \u>. TIi. same.

Chas. Thy tidings, Berald ? What thy m< Speak :

Her. Who is it. who f or Charles of Val

The Counl of Pointhieu, in this pn sence speaks?

DUNOIS. Unworthy Berald ! base, insulting knavi '

Dost thou presume the Monarch "i the French TIi u^ in 1 1 is own dominions to deny ? Thou arl protected bj thine office, else —

Her, One king alone is recognized by France, \ 1 1 ■ i he ret idel li in the English camp.

Chas. Peace, peac< I cousin! Speak thy mesas

Herald!

Her. Mj n< ■'< ral laments t lie U I

Which hath already flowM, and --till must How Henoe, in the Bcabbard holding back the Bword Before bj storm 1 1 1 • - town of Orleans falls, I [e offers thee an ami( Able t real j .

SC. XI.]

THE MAID OF ORLEANS.

57

CHAS. 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 ? Her. The Earl of Salisbury ; the British rhief. Johan. Herald, 'tis false ! The earl speaks not through thee.

Only tlic living speak, the dead are silent. Her. The earl is well, and full of lusty strength ;

He lives to bring down ruin on your heads. Johan. When thou didst quit the British camp, he lived.

This morn, while gazing from Le Tournelle's tower.

A ball from Orleans struck him to the ground.

— Smil'st 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 thou goest hence !

Now, Herald, speak, and do thine errand here. Her. If what is hidden thou canst thus reveal,

Thou know'st mine errand ere I tell it thee. Johan. 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 ye are accountable

ij8 THE MAID <)F ORLEANS. [act n.

For ;ill tlif blood that hatfa 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 m peace, or bloody war.

Choose ye! for this I say, thai ye may know It:

To you this beauteous realm is not assign'd

By .Marys Son : -but God bath 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 hi-- realm.

— Now, Berald, L,ro. and -i> lily depart,

For ere thou canst attain the British camp And <1<> thine errand, is the Maiden 1 1 1 • ■ To plant the si.irn of victorj at Orleans.

[She /•■ tires. In the midst of a <j- m ral move- ment, tht curtain fulls.

\<T II. Landscape, bounded by Bocks.

I M I.

Talbot arid Lionel, English Generals, Philip, Duke <>r

BUBGl NDY, FaSTOLFE, "ml < 'u \ 1 D LON, with Soldi* rs

and Banners.

Talikjt. Here lei us make a halt, beneath these rocks, And pitch our camp, in case our BoatterM t roops,

hi p. i i in punic fear, again -l M rally.

< '1 se trust] sentinels, and guard the heights!

"I'is t rue t he darkneea Bhields us from pursuit!

sc. i.J THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 59

And sun- I am, unless t lie foe have wings, We need not fear Burprisal.— Still 'tis well To practise caution, for we have to do With a bold foe, and have snstain'd defeat.

[Fastolfe goes out with the soldier::.

Lionel. Defeat ! My general, do not speak that word. It stings me to the quick to think the French To-day have seen the hacks of Englishmen. — O. Orlaans ! Orleans ! Grave of England's

glory ! Our honor lies upon thy fatal plains, Defeat most ignominious and burlesque ! Win; will in future years believe the tah ! The victors of Poictiers and Agincourt. Cressy's bold heroes, routed by a woman ?

Burg. 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.

Burg. 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.

BuK'i. Because the brunt of battle there commenced.

Talbot. The Maiden knew the weakness of our camp;

60 THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [aci it.

She rightly judged where feai was to be found. Burg. How ? Shall tin' blame of our disaster resl

With Burgundy? Lionel. By Heav'n ! were we alone,

We English, never had we Orleans l">t ! Burg. No. truly ! — fur ye ue'er had Orleans Been!

Who opened you a way into this realm,

Ami reached you forth a kind ami friendly hand,

When you descended on this hostile coasi ?

Wlio was it crowned your Henry at Paris,

And unto him subdued tin1 people's hearts?

Ha'l this Burgundian arm not guided you

Into this realm, by Heaven ye ne'er had seen

Tin- smoke ascending from ;i single hearth ! LIONEL Were conquests with big words effect* 1.1 hike,

You, doubtless, would have conquered France alone. Buro. Tin- loss of ( Orleans angers you, .- 1 r 1 < 1 now

You M-iit your gall on me, your friend and ally.

Whal l"-~t us Orleans, hut your avarice?

Tin- city was prepared to \ teld to me,

^ our envy was the sole impediment. Talbot. We did not undertake the siege for you. I'.i ao. How would it stand with son. if I withdrew

With all my hosl ? Lionel, We should not be « ores i 'it

Than when, at ^.gincourt, we prov'd a match

I '..i you, and all the banded power of Prance. Buro. Yel much ye si I in need "t our alliance,

The regenl purchased it at lieai j ■ ■ Talbot. Most dearly, with the forfeil of our honor,

At i >i leans, ha\ e we paid i"i i( to-daj .

sc. „.] THE MAID OF OKI. LANS. 6l

Bubo. Urge me do further, Lords. Yemay repent it! Did I forsake the banners of my King, Draw down upon my head t h«- traitor's name, To be insulted tints by foreigners ? Why am I here to combat against France? It' 1 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 shall soon find means To guanl ourselves "gainst treason.

Burgundy. Death and Hel1 '

Am I encounter'd 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 Btood alone Confiding solely in her own good sword. Let each one fight his battle for himself. For rtis eternal truth, that English blood Cannot, with honor, blend with blood of France.

Scene II.

Tlie same. Queen Isabel, attended !»/ <i 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

62 THE MAID OF ORLEANS; [act il

Your hasty order. You, renowned Talbi i . Seek tn appease an irritated friend ! ('nine. 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 ar<> misallied, The sooner they pari company the better.

Isabel. I low ? l ><> the arte of hell, w hich on the held Wrought such disastrous ruin, even hi re Bewilder and befool us ? Who began Thi> fatal quarrel ? Speak ! Lord < reneral ! Your <>un advantage <li'l you bo forget, As to offend your worthy friend and allj ? What could you do without hi- powerful arm ? Twas lie who placed your Monarch on the

tllT'iIli'.

He holds him there, and he can hurl him

thence ; Hia army strengthens you— still more his name. Were England all her citizens to pour i pun our coasts, Bhe cover o'er this realm Would gain dominion, did she stand alone : N,> ! Prance can only be subdued by France 1

Talbot. \ faithful friend we honor as we ought; Discretion warns us t" beware the false.

Burg. The liar's brazen front beseemeth him

\V1h> would absolve himself from gratitude.

[sabel. How, noble Duke? Could you so far renounoe

X ■ princely honor, and your sense of shame,

\ clasp tl"' band of him who Blew youl

sii • Are you bo mad to entertain the thought (M cordial r Lcilemenl with the Dauphin,

sc. ii.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 63

Whom you, yourself, have hurl'd 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. BURG. Far is my thought from treaty with the Dau- phin ; 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 ranquish'd, 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. Burg. Discreet the counsel offered by the Queen I

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).

TIail to an union by the Furies planned! ISABEL. Fate hath proved adverse, we have lost a battle,

64 THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [act IL

But • i < > not, therefore, lei your courage sink.

The Dauphin, in despair of heavenly aid,

Doth make alliance w itli the powers of Hell ;

Vainly his soul he forfeits to the 1 >>\ il.

For Hell itself cannot deliver him.

A conquering maiden Leads the hostile force ;

Yours, I. myself, will Lead ; to you I'll Btand

In place of maiden or of prophet* Lionel. Madame, return to Paris! We desire

To war with trust} weapons, not with women. Talbot. Go! go ! Since your arrival in the camp,

Fortune hath fled our banners, ami our course

Hatli -till been retrograde.

Burgundy. Depart at once!

Your presence here doth Bcandalize the host. Isabel (looks from one to //"■ otlier with astonishment).

This, Burgundy, from you? I ><■ you take pari

' ainsl me with these thankless English lords? Buku. Go! go! The thought of combating for you

Unnerves the courage of tin' bravest men. Isabel. I scarce among you have establish'd peace,

Ami you already form a league against me! Talbot.Go, in God's name. When you have Left the

camp

No devil will again appal "in- t ps,

Is \i;i i ,. s.[\ ;im I to >t your true confederate? \ re w e not 1 i.-i 1 1. 1.-' l in a common cai TaLBOT. Thank God ! your cause "f quarrel isnotoi

We combal in an honorable -u ife, Bi bo. \ tat her'- hi iody murder 1 aveni

Stem filial dutj conseoiates mj arms. Talbot. Confess at once! Your conduct towards the I tauphin

sc. ii. J THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 65

I - an offence alike to < ; « »« 1 and man. Isabel. Curses blast him and his posterity I

The shameless son who Bins against his mother' Burg. Ay ! to avenge a husband ;nnl a father ! Isabel. To judge liis mother's conduct he presumed ! Lionel. That was, indeed, irreverent in a son ! Isabel. And me, forsooth, lie banish'd from the realm k 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 outrag'd mother's heart. /ho pleasures me, I love ; u ho 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 hack

From him who doth, with ruthless violence,

The bosom rend which bore and nourish'd 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 call'd 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 ! 1 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 cover'd by your oharger's hoof.

66 I HI MAID OF ORLEANS. [aci ii.

— This Duke, i"". whom the people style The

1 • I.

Doth to a Foreign lord, his country's foe, For gold betray tin- birthland of his sires. Ami yet i- justice ever on your tongue. —Hypocrisy 1 Bcorn. Such a- I am. So let the world behold me ! Bi bgundy. It is true !

Your reputation you have well oiaintain'd. Isabel. I've passions and warm blood, and as a queen Came to t his realm to live, and nol to seem. Should I bave lingered out a joyless life Because the curse of adverse destinj To a mad consort join'd my blooming youth ? More than my life I prize my liberty. Aud who assails me hen But whj should! Stoop to dispute with von aboul my rights? Your sluggish blood flows slowly in your

reins ! Strangers to pleasure, ye know onlj ra This duke too- who. throughout Ins wliole

career, Hath waver'd to and fro, twixt good and ill — Can neither hate nor love with his whole

heart. — I go t" Melun. Let tin's gentleman,

| Pointii g to Lionel. Who doth my fancj please, attend me there, To cheer my solitude, and you maj work

Your ow n g | pleasure ! I'll inquire do more

( loncerning t be Burgundians or t he English.

[Sht beckons i<> her Paoi . and it about tn /■< tire.

sc. in.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 67

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 polish'd phrase.

[She goes out.

Scene III. Talbot, Burgundy, Lionel.

Talbot. Heavens ! What a woman !

Lionel. Now. hrave 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 ?

Bubo. We are too weak, our soldiers are dispersed, The recent terror still unnerves the host.

Talbot. Blind terror, sadden impulse of a moment. Alone occasioned our disastrous rout. This phantom of the terror-stricken brain, More closely view'd, 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.lt 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,

68 1 ill. MAID mi ORLEANS. [act a

Trust me, she never will molesl us more; If she avoid our stroke— and be assured She will net staud the hazard of a battle- Then is tin' dire enchantment at an end!

Lionel. So be it I And to me, my general, Leave This easy, bloodless combat, for 1 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.

Burg. Make not too sure.

Talbot. If she encounter me,

I shall not give her such a Boft embrace.

Come now, exhausted nature to restore

Through gentle Bleep. At daybreak we set forth. They go out.

Scene iy.

Johanna with her banner, in " helmet "ml breast-pl otherwise attired as </ woman. F > i n < > i< , La Him, Knight 8, and Soldiers, appear abovt upon tin rocky path, pass silently over, and appear immediately after mi tin- scene.

Johanna 1 /<■ tin- Knights, who surround her whil* procession continues dboix i. The wall is sealed, ami we are in the camp ! Now fling aside the mantle of st ill night, Whioh hitherto hath veil'd your Bilent march. \n.| Sinn dread presence t" tii" foe proclaim Bj your loud battle-crj God and 1 1 • • - Maid, nl

Am. {exclaim aloud, amidst the loud clang of arms).

God and t iif' Maiden ! [Drums and trump ft.

sc. iv.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 69

Sentinels {behind the scene). The Eoe I The foet

The foe ! JOHAN. Ho! torches lure ! 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 accomplish'd now, Johanna !

Into the camp thou hast conducted us.

The foe thou hast deliver'd in our hands.

Now from the rush of war remain apart !

The bloody consummation leave to us. Eire. Point out the path of conquest to the host ;

Before us, in pure hand, the banner hear,

But wield the fatal weapon not thyself:

Tempt not the treacherous god of battle, for

He rageth blindly, and he spareth not. JOHAN. Wh( > dares impede my progress ? Who presume

The Spirit to control, which guideth me?

Still must the arrow wing its destin'd flight !

"Where danger is. there must Johanna be ;

Nor now, nor here, am I foredoom'd 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 accomplish'd the commands of God.

[She goes out HIRE. Come, let us follow after her, Dunois,

And let our valiant bosoms he her shield ! [Exit

70 THI. MAID OF ORLEANS. [act il

Scene V.

ENGLISH Solmkus liumj over tin stiuji. Afterwards

Talbot.

1 Sol. The Maiden in the camp I

2 Soldier. Impossible I

It cannot be ! How came she in the camp?

3 Sol. Why through the air! The devil aided her!

4 and 5 Soldiers.

Fly ! By ! We are dead men ! Talbot [enters).

They heed me not! — They stay nol at my call! The sacred hands <>f discipline are loosed ! As Hell had poured her damned legions forth, A wild distracting impulse whirls along, In one mad throng, tin- cowardly and brave. I cannot rally e'en the smallest troop To form a bulwark 'gainsl tin- hostile flood, Whose raging billows press into our camp ! — Do 1 alone retain m\ BOber Ben While all around in wild delirium rave? To fly before these weak degenerate French- men Whom we in twenty battles have o'erthrown ? — "Who is she then the irresistible The dread-inspiring goddess, who doth turn

At ■-• the tide ,.| battle, and transform

To lions bold, a herd of t mud deer ?

A juggling minx, who plays the welUearn'd

pari ( m heroine, thus to appal the brave? A woman snatch from me all martial fame?

sc. vi.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 71

Soldier (rushes in).

The maiden comes ! Fly, general ! fly ! fly ! Talbot (strikes him down 1.

Fly thou, thyself, to Hell! Thi^ Bword shall

pierce Who talks to me of fear, or coward flight !

[He goes out.

Scene VI.

TJie prospect opens. TJie English camp is seen inflames. Drums, flight and pursuit. After a while, Mont- gomery 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 shelter- ing 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 I And I am guided by malignant destiny Into this murd'rous fight. — Oh, were I far, far

hence,

72 THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [act il

*

Still in my peaceful home, on Severn's flowery

banks, Where in my father's house, in sorrow and in

tear-. 1 left my mother and my fair young bride.

[Johanna appears in th, distance. Wo's me! What >In Isir! The dreadful form

appears ! Arrayed in lurid light, she from the raging fire Issues, as fr< m the jaws of hell, a midnight

ghost. Where shall 1 go?— Where flee? Already from

afar Sho seiz.-s on me with her <•> e of tire, and flings Her fatal and unerring Boil, whose magio folds With ever-tightening pressure bind my feet,

and make Escape impossible! Howe'er my heart rebels,

I am compel 1M to follow with my gaze tliat form

Of dread !

[Johanna advances towards him some sit ps ; and again remains standing. Sh.' .OHM'S. 1 will not passively await Her furious onsel I Imploringly HI clasp Her knees I [11 sue to her for life. She is a

Wolll.lll.

1 may perchance to pity move her bj mj tears! [ While he is on the point of approaching, tut she draws near.

sc. vii.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 73

SCBNB VII. Johanna. MONTGOMERY.

JOHAN. Prepare to die ! A British mot her bore thee I

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 crow n'd. 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 be shall bear I'm in the camp of France.

JOHAN. Deluded mortal ! to destruction doomed !

Thou'rt fallen in the Maiden's band, 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 mightst hope to find and pity ;

But to encounter me is certain death.

For my dread compact with the spirit realm—

The stern, inviolabh — bindeth me,

To slay each living thing whom battle's God,

Full charged with d 1. delivers to my sword.

MONT. Thy speech is fearful, but thy look is mild ; Not dreadful art thou to contemplate near ; My heart is drawn towards thy lovely form.

74

I 111 M .\II» OF ORLEANS.

[ v I II.

O ! by t be mildness of thy gentle sex,

Attend my prayer. Compassionate my youth.

Joha.v. Name me ii<>t woman ! Speak not of my Bex ! Like to the bodiless ^|>iriis. who know nought Of earth's humanities, I own do Bex ; Beneath tlii> \ est of Bteel then- beats no heart,

Mont. 0! by Love's sacred all-pervading power,

To whom all hearts yield homage, 1 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.

0 ! if thyself dosl ever hope to love,

It in thy love thou hopes! to be happy. Then ruthless sever not two gentle hearts, Together linked in love's mosl holy bond! Johan. Thou dosl appeal to earthly, unknown gods,

To whom I yield no homage. Of Love's bond, l'.\ which thou dosl conjure me, 1 know nought,

Nor ever will I know his empty - i 1 ice.

Defend thy life, for death doth summon th< Mont. Take pity on my Borrowing parents, whom

1 leit ;it home. Doubtless thou, too, hasl left Parents, who feel disquietude for tie

JOHAN. Onhappj man! thou dosl remember me

Bow man] mothers, Of this laud, your arms

Have rendered childless and disconsolate ; Sow man] gentle children fatherless; I low man] fair young brides dejected widows! Lei England's mothers now be taughl despair, And learn to weep the bitter tear, of) Bhed i : . the bereav'd and sorrowing wives ol I ranee. MONT. Tia hard, In foreign lands to die unwept.

sc.vii.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 75

Johan. Who call'd you over to this Foreign land,

To waste the hlooming 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 freehorn French,

And to attach their lair and g lly 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 ventur'd impiously to overpass.

Montgomery (lets go h< r hands).

O, I must die ! I feel the grasp of death ! Johan. Die, friend! Why tremble at the approach of death. Of mortals the irrevocable doom ? Look upon me! I'm born a shepherd maid ; Tins hand, accustom'd to the peaceful crook, Is all unused to wield the sword of death, Yet. snatch'd 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 t<> achieve your ruin,

7C THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [act ii.

Like a destroying angel I niusi roam, Spreading dire havoc round 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 1 at Length Myself shall perish, and fultil my doom. — Now thine fulfil. Arise I resume thy sword, \ ii. I lei as fight for the sweel prize of life.

UiONTGOMERV (stands up).

Now. [f thou art a mortal like myself, Can weapons wound thee, it may be assign'd To tli is good arm t » > end my counl ry's wo, Thee sending, sorceress, to the depths of Hell. In God's mosl gracious hands I leave my fate. Accursed one ! to thine assistance call Tin- fiends of Bell ! Now combal for thy life I [ //. s< /'-■ s his sword and shu Id, and rushes ii/inn her; martial music is heard in tlir distance.— After a short conflict Mont-

(iii.MKItY/(l//s.

Sen m vm. Johanna {alone).

To death thy fool did bear thee fare-thee well ! [She steps away from him and remains absorbed in thought. Virgin, thou workesl mightily in mel M-. feeble arm thou <l"st endue with strength, \ 1 1 . ! Bteep'sl my woman's heart in cruelty. Tn pity melts the bouI and the hnml trcmhlos, \ - ii .li.i \ iolate some sacred fane. To mar the g lis \>< rson of the toe.

iC. ix. J Till; MAID OF ORLEANS. 77

Once I did shudder at t lie polish'd sheath,

Hut when 'tis needed, I'm possess'd with

strengl h. 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 is come ! Long have I sought thee on the battle-field, Fatal delusion ! j;et 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.

KNlGHT.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 I nave sword.

Johan. 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.

78 THE MAID OP ORLEANS. [act ii.

S< 1 '• 1 ■ X .

Dunois and La Eire. The same.

DUNOIS. Hold, Burgundy !

Turnl combat now with men, and not with maids. Hire. We will defend the holy prophetess ;

First must thy weapon penetrate this breast. — Burg. I fear not this seducing Circe ; no,

Nor you, whom she hath changed bo shame- fully ! Oh blush, Dunois! and do thou blush, La

Hit. ! To stoop thy valor to the8e hellish arts — To be shield-bearer to a sorceress I Come one — conif all ! ll.- only who despairs

Of Heaven's protection, seeks the aid of Bell.

[They prepare for combat. Johanna steps in t if, , a. Johan. Forbear I

BuuiiiNDY. Dost tremble for thj Lover? Thus

Before thine ej es he shall —

[He makes n thrust at Dunois. Johanna. Dunois, forbear I

Part them, La Birel nob! I of France must

How : Not hostile weapons musl this strife decide. \ h..\ i- the stars 'tis otherwise decreed. Fall back I [say Attend and renerate The Spirit, winch hatfa seized, whiob speaki

through me I

SC.X.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 79

DUNOIo. Why, Maiden, now hold bark my upraised arm ? Why check the just decision of the Bword ? My weapon pants to deal the fatal blow

Which .shall avenge and heal the woes of

France.

[She places herself in the midst a ml separ- ates the parties, JOHAN. Fall back, Dunois ! Stand where thou art, La

Hire! Somewhat I have to say to Burgundy.

[When all is quiet. What wouldst thou. Burgundy ? AVho 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. Burg. What, syren ! wilt thou with seducing words Allure thy victim ? Cunning sorceress, Me thou deludesi not. Mine ears are dosed Against thy treacherous words: and vainly

dart Thy fiery glances 'gainst this mail of proof. To arms. Illinois ! With weapons let us fight, and not with words.

So THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [act H.

Dunois. Firsl words, then weapons, Burgundy! I>>>

words

With dread inspire thee? 'Tisa coward's fear,

And tin- betrayal of an e\ il cause. Joiian. Tis not imperious necessity

Which throws us at thy feet I We do not come

As suppliants before thee.— Look around !

Tin- English tents are level with the ground,

And all tlif field is cover'd with your Blain.

Hark! the war-trunipets of the French re- Bound :

( tod h,it h decided ours the victory !

Our new-cull'd 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 Beaven, extend

A sister's hand to thee. 1 fain would Bave

And draw thee over t" our righteous cause !

Heaven hath declared for Prance! Angelic- powers,

Unseen i>> thee, do battle for our King;

With lilies are t he holj ones adorn'd.

Pure as this radiant banner is our cause :

It, blessed symbol is the. Queen "t Heaven. Buit<>- Falsehold's fallacious words are full of guile,

I ',ut liei - a re pure and Bimple as a child's.

[f evils spirits borrow thi tise,

Thej copj innocence triumphantly.

I'll hear no more. T< i ai ms, I >un< da I to arms !

Mine ear, I feel, is weaker than mine arm.

sex.] THE MAID OF < >R] EANS. 81

Joiian. You call mean enchantress, mid accuse Of hellish arts.— Is it the work of Bell To liral 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 humlile 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. 't i-> from Heaven.

My spirit tells me she is s, m from God. Joiian. Oh, he is mov'd ! 1 have not pray'd in vain.

Wrath's thundercloud dissolves in gentle tears, And leaves his brow, while mercy's golden

beams

4*

82 THE MAID OF I 'I' I I A VS. [act mi.

Break from hi-^ eyes and gently promise peace. — Away with arms, now clasp him to your

hearts, He weeps he's conquered, he is ours once more 1 [I/i r sword and banner fall ; she hastens to hi in with outstretched arms, and embraces liini in great agitation. La Hire <//<*/ I ii nois throw down their swords, and hasten also t<> embraa him,

\<T III.

Residence of the Kim; <it Chalons <>n tin- Marne.

Scene l.

I M •.•.!-. I.\ I I IKK.

Dukois. We have been true heart-friends, brothers in arms, ill have we battled in a common cause, And held together amid toil ami death. Le1 not ili'' l"\<- of woman rend tin- bond Which hath resisted every stroke of fate.

1 inn . I [ear me, my Prince !

Dtjnois. You love the wondrous maid.

Ami well I know the purpose of your heart. You think without delay t<> Beek the King, \ ml to * - 1 1 1 real him t" bestow on \ i m Her hand in marriage. Of your bravery Tin- well earn'd guerdon he cannol refuse ; Bui know, '•!'• 1 behold her in tin- anna ( M' any <>t her

La Hibi Listen t<< me. Prince!

sc. t.] THE MAID OF < >R] EANS 83

Dunois. Tis not the fleeting passion of the eye

Attracts me t<> her. My unconquer'd Bense Had Bel at nought the fiery shafts of love Till I beheld this wondrous maiden, sent By a divine appointment to become The saviour of this kingdom, and my wife ; And on the instant in my heart I \ow'd A sacred oath, to bear her home, my bride. For she alone who is endowed with strength Can be the strong mans friend. This glowing

heart Longs to repose upon a kindred breast. Which can sustain and comprehend its strength.

HIRE. How dare I venture. Prime, 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 tlie stars.

Would fail to reach the height where she abides

In angel majesty !

Hire. Our Monarch must decide.

84 THE MAID I >F ORLEANS. [act hi.

Dunois. Not bo I Bhe must

Decide! Free hath she made this realm <>f

France, And she herself must freely give her heart.

Eire. Here comes the King !

S. INK 11.

Charles. \>,m> Sorel, Du Ch vit.l. and Chatillon.

The same.

Charles [to < Ihattllon).

Be comes! My t i 1 1 * - he w ill recognize,

And 'In me homage as his sovereign Liege ? Chatii,. I [ere, in his royal town of Chalons, Sire,

The Duke, my master, will fall down bel tliee. He 'li'l command me, as my lord and king,

To give thee greeting. He'll be here anon. Sorel. Becomes ! Hail beauteous and auspicious day ,

Which bring( th joy, and peace, and reconcile- ment ! ( 'ii \ i ii.. The Duke, attended by two hundred knights,

Will hither come; be at thy feel will kneel ;

Bui he expecteth nol tlial thou to him

Shouldst yield the cordial greeting of a kins- man. Chas. I long i" clasp him to my throbbing heart. < 'ii vn i.. The Duke entreats thai at this interview,

No word be Bpoken of the ancient Btrife ! Chas. In Lei he }<>■ the past fore^ er sunk !

The Bmiling ful ure now in\ it< Chatil.AH who have combated for Burgundy

Shall !>.• Included in i he iimnesl \ .

sc. if.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 85

(has. So shall my realm be doubled in extent ! Chatil Queen Isabel, if she consenl thereto,

Shall also be included in the peace. Chas. She maketb war on me, nol I <>n her.

With her alone it rests to end our quarrel. Chatil. Twelve knights shall answer for thy royal word. Chas. My word is sacred. CHATTLLON. The Archbishop shall

Between you break the consecrated host,

As pledge and seal of cordial reconcilement. Chas. Let my eternal weal be forfeited,

If my hand's friendly grasp belie my heart.

What other surety doth the Duke require? Chatilu>x (glancing at DuChatel).

I see one standing here, whose presence, Sire,

Perchance might poison the firsl interview.

[Du Chatel retires in silence. Chas. Depart. Du Chatel, and remain conceal'd Until the Duke can bear thee in his Bight.

[He follows him irilli his eye, then hastens aft ir and embraces him.

True-hearted friend ! Thou wouldsl far more

than this

Have done for my n pose ! | Exit Du Chatel. Chatil. Tins instrument doth name the other point-. Charles (to tin- Archbishop).

Let it be settled. We agree to all.

We count no price too high to gain a friend.

Go now. Dunois, and with B hundred knights.

Give courteous condu t to the noble Duke. Let the troops, garlanded with verdanl boughs,

Receive their 1 ira lea with a joyous welcome,

Be the w hole town arrayed in festal pomp,

86 THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [A( ria

A in i lei the bells with joyous peal, proclaim That France and Burgundy are reconcil'd.

I l Page enters. Trumpets sound. Hark! What iraporteth thai loud trumpet's

call ? Page. The Duke .it' liur^undy hath stayed bis march.

[Exit. Dl'Nols. Up ! forth t»> meet liim !

[Exit with I. a Eire and Chatillon.

ChaRLI'.s i,/o Sorel).

My Aunt's! thou dost weep! Even my strength Doth almost tail meal 1 1 1 i- Interview, How many victims have been doom'd to fall Ere wecould meel in peace and reconcilement ! Bui .-mtv storm at length susp.-ii.ls its rage, Day Follows on the murkiest night : and still When comes the hour, the latest fruits mature! Aechbishop ("I the window).

The thronging crowds impede the Duke's ad- vance : Be scarce can free himself. They lift him now From olf his horse: they kiss bis spurs, his mantle.

Chas. They're a g 1 people, in whom love Barnes

forth \s sii.l.leni\ as wrath.— In how brief space They do forgel thai 'tis this verj Duke Who slew, m fight, their fathers and their sons: The momenl Bwallows up the whole of life ! Be tranquil, Sorel I E'en thj passionate Perchance might to bia conscience prove a

thorn.

Nothing should either shame or grieve him here.

SC. III.]

THE MAID OF ORLEANS.

87

Scent. III.

J7ieDUKE OF BUBGUNDY, DUNOIS, I. A HIKE, CHATILLON,

ami two other Knights of the Dukes train. The Duke remains sin ml i '/<</ at the door; the Ki.\<; inclines towards him ; Burgundy immediately advances, and in a moment when he isabout to throw himself upon his knees, the King: receives him in his arms.

Chas. You have surprised us — it was our intent

To fetch you hither — but your steeds are fleet. Burg. They bore me to my duty.

[He embraces Sorel, and kisses her hrov. With your leave I At Arras, niece, it is our privilege, An<l no fair damsel may exemption claim. Chas. Rumor doth speak your court the seat of love, The mart, where all that's beautiful must tarry. Burg. We are a traffic-loving people, Sire ;

Whate'er of costly earth's wide realms pro- duct'. For show and for enjoymenl . is displayed Upon our mart at Bruges ; bul above all There woman's beauty is pre-eminent. Sorel. More precious far is woman's truth ; but it

Appeareth not upon 1 1 1 « - public mart. < 'it \s. Kinsman, t is rumor'd to your prejudice, That woman's fairest virtue you despise. Burg. The heresy inflictethon itseli

The heaviest penalty. Tis well for you.

88 Till M VID < >l « >R] I ANS. [act hi.

From your own heart, my King, you learn'd \»--

timeS

What a wild life hath late reveal'd to me.

[He perceives tin Ar< bbishi »p, i •• nda

his hand. Most reverend minister of <;<»1 ! your blessing. You -.nil are to be found on duty's path, Where those must walk who would encounter you. Archb. Now let my Master call me when he will; My heart is full, I can with joj depart, Since that mine eyes have seen this day ! Burgundy (IoSorel). Tissaid

That of your precious stones you robb'd your- self, ' 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, aow our strife is ov< c ; what was lost Will in due season all be found again. Even your jewels have return'd to you Against me to make war they w-vr design'd ; iu'c.-ivf tln'in from measa pledge of peace. f//c receives a casket from oiu ofthi Attend- ants, and presents it to In r "/» n. B< iRKL, embarrassed, looks at th< K 1 n( ; . Chas. Receive this present ; 't is a twofold pledge

< M reconcilement . and i if fairest lo^ • Buroi ndy {placing a diamond rost i";i her hair). Why, is it 1 1 • > t the diadem ol France ? With full as glad a spiril I would place

The golden circl this lovely brow.

| Taking '• r hand significantly.

sc. in.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 89

And count on me it. al Bome future lime, You should require a friend !

[Agnes Sorel bursts into tears, and steps aside. The Kin<; struggles with his feel- ings. The bystanders contemplate the two Princes with emotion. Burgundy {offer gazing round the circle, throws himself into the Kin<;'s arms).

O. my Kin^ ! [At the some moment the three Burgundian Knights hasten to Dunois, La Hire, and the Archbishop. They embrace each other. The two Princes remain for a tim> speech- less in each other's onus. I could renounce you ! I could bear your hate 1 Chas. Hush! hush! No further ! Burgundy. 1 this English King

Could crown ! Swear fealty to this foreigner! And you, my Sovereign, into ruin plunge I Chas. Forget it ! Every thing'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 hack entire, A solitary village shall nol tail ! CHAS. We arc united. Now I fear 110 foe.

Burg. Trust me, it was not with a joyous spirit

That [bore arms against you. Did you know—

0 wherefore sent you not this messenger?

I Pointing t<> Sorel.

1 must have yielded to her gentle tears.

go THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [ACT in.

— Henceforth, since breast to breast we have

embraced, No power of hell again shall sever us I My erring course ends here. His Sovereign's

hearl Is the true resting-place for Burgundy. Archbishop {steps between them).

Ye are united, Princes! Prance doth rise \ riiiM\ ated phoenix from its ashes. Tli' auspicious future . reets us with a smile. Tin- country's bleeding wounds will heal

again, Tlic villages, the desolated towns, Rise in new splendor from their ruin'd heaps, The fields array themselves in beauteous green — Bui those who, victims ol your quarrel, fell, The dead, rise act again ; the bitter tears, i 'aused by your strife, remain for ever wept ! One generation hath been doom'd t<> wo, On their descendants dawns a brighter day, The gladness of the sun wakes not the sire. Tli is the dire fruitage of your brother-sl rife ! Oh, Princes I learn from hence to pause \\ith

dread, Ere from its scabbard ye unsheath the Bword. The man of power lets loose the god of war, Bui Qi 'i , obedienl . .-is fi i im fields of air Returns the falcon t" the sportsman's hand, I i"i ii i in- wild deity obey t he call 01 mortal voice . nor will the Saviour's hand \ second time forth issue from the clou Bubo. OSire! an ivalketh b) your side.

Where is she? \\'h\ do 1 behold bernol ?

sc. iv.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 91

(.'has. Where is Johanna? Wherefore faileth she To grace the festival we owe to her ':

ARCHB. She loves not. Sire, the idless 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 I 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.

Chas. Thou comest as a priestess deck'd. Johanna,

To consecrate the union form'd by thee ! Burg. How dreadful was the Maiden in the fight!

How lovely circled by the beams of peace !

—My word. Johanna, have I now fulfill'd?

Are thou contented V Havel thine applause? JOHAN. The greatest favor thou hast shown thyself.

Array'd in blessed light thou shinest now.

Who didst erewhile with bloody ominous ray.

Hang like a moon of terror in the heaven-.

I Looking round,

Many brave knights I find assembled here.

And joy's glad radiance beams in every eve ;

One mourner, one alone, I have encounter'd,

He must conceal himself, where all rejoice. BURG. And who is conscious of such heavy guilt,

That of our favor he must n Is despair?

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Johan. May he approach? Oh, tell me that he may, — I omplete thy merit. Void the reconcilement That frees nol the whole heart. A drop of hate Remaining in the cup of joy, converts Tii^ U>-^-."l draught t" poison.- I.- 1 there be

No '1 1 sostain'd with blood, that Burgundy

Cannol forgive it on this day of joy ! Burg, l la ! now I understand !

Johanna. And thou'll forgive?

Thou will indeed forgive ': > 'ome in. 1 mchatel ! [She opens tht door and leads in Ducha- tel, who remains standing at a distance. The Duke is reconciled t<> all his foes, And he is so to t hee.

[Duchatel approaches a few steps »< an r, and tries to read the countenance of the Duke. Burgundy. What makest thou

Of mi', Johanna? Know'st thou what thou askesl ? Johan. A gracious sovereign throws his portals wide, Admitting every guest, excluding none ; \^ freely as the firmament the world, So mercy must encircle friend and foe. Impartially the Bun pours forth his beams Through all the regions of infinity i Tlir heaven's n living dew falls everywhere,

\ u«l brinj I in1 to each t hirst] plant ,

Whate'er is good, and cometh from on b 1^ universal, and w ithoul resen •• ; Bui in t he heai darkness >lw ''Us !

BuRii. Oh, she can mould me to her wish ; mj heart i her forming hand like melted wax.

sc. iv.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 93

— Duchatel, 1 forgive thee— come, embrace me I Shade of mj 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, Btedfast, and immoveable. Herein the lighl of day 'tis otherwise. Man, living, feeling man, isaye the sport Of the o'ermast'ring present.

Chakles (to Johanna). Lofty maid !

What owe I not to thee ! How truly now Hast thou fulrill'd thy word, — how rapidly Reversed my destiny ! Thou hast appeased My friends, and in the dust o'erwhelm'd my

foes : From foreign yoke redeem'd my cities. — Thou Hast all achieved. — Speak, how can I reward thee ?

JOHA.W 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 deliv'rer from the fold was call'd.

Beneath thy royal sceptre, thou slialt gather

The realm entire of France. Thou shalt become

The root and ancestor of mighty kings;

Succeeding monarchs, in their regal state,

94 THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [ \< i m.

Shall those outshine, who fill'd the throne be- fore. Thy stock, in majesty shall l»l<><>m so long As it stands rooted in the people's love. Pride only can achieve its overthrow, And from the lowlj station, whence to-day (.■"I summon'd thy deliv'rer, ruin dire Obscurely threats thj crime-polluted sons!

Burg. Exalted maid! I' I with sacred fire 1

[f thou canst look into the gulf of time, speak also of my race ! Shall coming years Wit h ampler honors crow a my princely line ?

Joh an. High as the throne, thou, Burgundy, hast built Thy seal of power, and tlvj aspiring heart Would raise still higher, even i" the clouds,

The lofty edifice. Bui froi thigh

\ hand omnipotent shall check its rise.

Fear t hou not hence the dcvw a fall of thy house I

1 1 s glory in a maiden shall survive ;

Upon her breast shall sceptre-bearing ku

The people's shepherds, bloom. Their ample

s\\ a\

sliall o'er two realms extend, thej shall ordain Laws i - » control the Known world, and the new, Which < !"l b1 ill veils behind the pathless waves,

< 'ii as. < ), if the spirit doth reveal it. Bpeak ;

Shall this alliance which we now renew

In distant ill unite our Bona ?

Ion \ n\ \ I'll I: r a pan

Sovereigns and kingsl disunion Bhun with

dread ! Wake Ik. i contention from the murk] cave, Where he doth lie asleep, for once aroused

sc iv.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 95

Ue cannot soon be quell'd ! He <l< >t li begel An iron brood, a ruthless progeny ; Wildly tin' sweeping conflagration spreads. — Be satisfied! Seek not to question further!

In the glad present let your heart-, rejoice, The future let me Bhroud !

Sorel. Exalted maid !

Thou canst explore my heart, thou readest there If after worldly greatness it aspires, To me too give a joyous oracle.

JOHAN. 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 belov'd of Heaven, The fairest earthly happiness shall bloom, For thou art pure and holy.

Johanna. Happiness

Ahideth yonder, with our God, in Heaven.

Chas. 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 !

[//r draws his sword and touches her willt it.

And rise A noble ! I, thy Monarch, from the dusl 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.

c/> J II! MAID l '!•' I »R] I VNS. [a< i in.

Duni »is {advancing) .

My heart made choice of her when Bhe was

lowlj : The recent honor which encircles her, Neither exalts her merit, nor mj love. Here in m\ sovereign's pr< sence, and before This holy bishop, maid, I tender thee My hand, and take thee as my princely w if< 1 1 tin in esteem me wort hy to be thii Chas. Resistless maiden ! wonder thou dost add

To wonder! Yes, I now believe that nought's

Impossible to thee. Thou hast subdued

This haughty ln-art. which still hath scoff'd till

QO W

At I .<'\ e's < imnipi itence.

La IIiki". {advancing). It' 1 have read

Aright Johanna's soul, her modes! heart's Her fairest jewel. -She deserveth well The homage of the great, but her desi Soar not so high.— She striveth not t" reach A gidd) eminence ; an honest heart's True Love contents her, and the quiet l"t Which with this hand I humbly proffer

Chas. Thou too, La Hire! two brave competitors, — Peers in hen lie \ irl ue and renow n ! — Wilt thou, who hasl appeased mine enemies, M ■ realms united, part my di Is?

One only can p her ; [esteem

Each in be justly worthy sucli n prize. Speak, maid! thj heart alone must here d i * I « -

?OREL. The noble maidei ■ I her oheek

I crimson'd over with a modest blush. Let her have Leisure to consult her heart,

sc. iv.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS 97

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 awaft the issue.

Charles (about to retire). Be it so !

Johan. 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 assign'd 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.

ARCHB. 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 call'd thee to the field Shall be accomplish'd, tliou'lt resign thine

arms, And once again rejoin the softer sex, Whose gentle nature thou dost now forego, And which from war's stern duties is exempt.

JOHAN. Most reverend Sir ! as yet I cannot say What work the Spirit will enjoin on me,

98 THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [act in.

Hui when the time comes round, his guiding

voioe Will not !"• mute, and it I will obey. Now he commands rue i>> complete my task, My royal Master's brow is still uncrown'd, Still unanointed is his sacred liead ; My Sovereign cannot yel !»• call'd a king.

Chas. We are advancing on the wa\ to Rheims.

Johan. Let us 1 1 < > t Linger, tor the enemy

[s planning how to intercept thy course: I will conduct tin''- through the midst <>f them !

Dunois. And when thy holy tni-,^i<ni is fulfill'd,

When we in triumph shall have enter'd Rheims, Wilt thou u< >t then permit me, Bacred maid —

Johan. If Heaven ordain that, from the Btrife of death, Crown'd \\ it h the wreath of conquest, I return, My task will be accomplish'd -and the maid Hath, thenceforth, in the palace aought t<> 'l<>.

' 'ii \i:i.i - 1 taking her hand).

It is the Spirit's voice impels thee now ;

Love in thy bosom, Heaven-iuspir'd, is mut

"Twill not be ever bo , believe me, maid !

Our weapons will repose, and \ ictory

Will by the haul lead forward gentle peace.

Joy will return again toeverj breast,

An. I softer feelings wake in everj heart, —

Tln\ will awaken also in thj breast,

A in I tears of gentle longing thou wilt weep,

Sin -l 1 as thine eye hath never shed before;

— This heart, which Heaven now <>r<u|iirs

ah »ne, Will fondly open to an earthlj friend

sc. v.] THE MAID OF <)KI. LANS. 99

Thousands thou bast till now redeem'd and

bless'd, Thou will at Length conclude by blessing one !

Johan. Art weary, Dauphin, of the heavenly vision, That thou it> vessel wouldst annihilate: The holy maiden, sent to tin r by Uod, Degrade, reducing her to (-(1111111011 dust? Ye blind of heart ! 0 ye of little faith I God's glory shines around yon ; to your gaze He doth reveal his wonders, and ye see Nought hut a woman in me. Dare a woman In iron panoply arraj herself, And boldly mingle in the strife of men? Wo. wo is me ! if e'er my hand should wield The avenging sword of God, and my vain heart Cherish affection to a mortal man ! Twere better for me I had ne'er been born ! lbnceforth 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.

Chas. Forbear ! It is in vain to urge her further.

JOHAX. Command the trumpets of the war to sound ! This stilling doth perplex and harass me ; An inward impulse drives me from repose, It still impels me to achieve ray work, And sternly beckons me to meet my doom.

Scene v. .1 Knight, entering hastily.

Chas. What tidings? Speak!

Knight. The foe ha- cross'd theMarne,

And marshalleth bis army for the light.

ioo rHE MAID l >l- I IR] EANS. [act hi.

Johanna (inspired).

Battle and tumuli ! Now my soul i-- fr< Arm. warriors, arm '. while 1 prepare the troops.

[Sfu goes out. Chas. Follow, La Elire ! E'enal the gates of Rheims

They will compel us t<> dispute tin- crown ! Dubois. No genuine courage prompts them. This essay

Is the last effort <>i enraged despair. Chas. [donol urge you, Duke. To-day's the time

'I'n compensate tin- errors of the past. I'.i ao. You shall in- satisfied with tne. Chables. Myself

Will march before you on the path of fame : Here, with mj royal town of Rheims in view, I'll fight, and gallantly achieve the crown. Thy knight, my Agnes, bids thee aow farewell! Agnes (embracing him).

I do imt weep, I '1" nut tremble for thee ; M\ fail h. unshaken, cleaveth unto God ! Heaven, were we doom'd to failure, ha. I uot

given Su in.iiiN gracious pledges of succ< — ' My heart doth whisper me that, victory-crow u'd, In conquer'd Rheims, 1 Bhall embrace mj King. [Trumpets soundtoitha spirited tone, and while the & changing, pass into "

wild martial strain. Wlien (!•• scent a pens, theorclu stra joins in, accompanied 1>U warlike instruments behind tht so nt .

sc. vi.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 101

Si'KNK VI.

The scene changes to an "/" n country, skirted with trees. During the music. Soldiers are seen retreating hastily across the background.

Talbot, leaning on Fastolfe, and accompanied by

Soldier. Soon after, Lionel. Talbot. Here lay me down, beneath these trees, and then Betake you hack, with speed, unto the light ; I need no aid to die. Fastolfe. Oh woful day ! [Lionel enters.

Behold what sight 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 Prance.

In desperate combat I have vainly risk'd

The remnant of our force to ward it off.

Struck by the thunderbolt 1 prostrate lie,

Never to rise again. — Rheims now is lost,

Hasten to succor Paris ! Lionel. Paris is with the Dauphin reconcil'd ;

\ courier even now hath broughl the news. Talbot (tearing off his bandages).

Then freely flow, ye currents of my blood,

For Talbot now is weary of the bud I

102 rHE MAID OF ORLEANS. [ v r in-

LIONEL. I may do longer tarrj : Fastolfe, baste I Convey our Leader to a place of safety. No longer now can we maintain this post ;

Our flying troops dispers 1 everj side,

On, with resistless might, the Maiden comes.

Talbot. Folly, thou conquerest, and I must yield ! \ ■■! insl i upidity 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 star-, who art thou then, if thou,

ind i" the tail of folly's uncurb'd steed, Must, vainly shrieking, with the drunken crowd, Eyes open, plunge down headlong in the abyss. Accurs'd, who striveth after noble ends, And w nli deliberate wisdom forms his plans ! To the fool-king belongs the world —

Lionel. Mj Lord,

Bui for a few brief moments can you livi Think of your Maker !

Tm i Had « e, like brave men,

Been vanquished bj the brave, we might, in* deed,

I Sonsol -selves thai 'twas the common lot ;

F< »r Rckle fortune aye revolves her wheel. Bui to be baffled by Buch jugglin D( ir >• irnesl and laborious life

N'ii a more earnesl isi ue ?

I K .i ttul to him I. Fare you well !

The debl i »f Ik si tears I will diHcha

Ifter the battle if 1 1 hen Bun i\ e.

\...s Fate doth call ine hence, whereon the field

Her web she weaveth, and dispensetb doom.

sc. vii.J THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 103

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 hack These atoms, join'd in me for pain and pleasure ; And of the mighty Talbot, who the world Fill'd with his martial glory, there remains Nought 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 appear'd To us exalted and desirable. —

Scene VII. Charles. Burgundy, Dunois, Duchatel, and Soldiers.

Buro. The trench is storm'd !

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. Fastol. Back ! Stand apart ! Respect the mighty dead,

Whom ye, in life, ne'er ventur'd to approach ! BURG. What do I see? Lord Talbot in his blood!

[He approaches him. Talbot gazes fixedly at In' in. and dies. Fastol. Traitor, avaunt ! Let not the sight of thee

Poison the dying hero's parting glance. Dunois. Resist Less hero ! Dread-inspiring Talbot !

104 THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [act iil

Does such a narrow span- -uttice thee now, Ainl this vast kingdom could not satisfy The large ambition of thy giant soul ! — Now first 1 ran salute you, Sir.-, as King : The diadem bul totter'd on your brow, While yet a spirit tenanted this olay. Charles {after contemplating the body in silence).

A higher power hath vanquished him, not we! He lies upon the soil of r'ranre. as lies The hern on the shield he would not quit. Well, peace be with his ashes ! Bear him hence I [Soldier a take up the body and carry it away. Here, in the heart of France, win -re his career Of conquest ended, let his reliques lie I So far no hostile sword attain'd before. A fitting tomb shall memorize his name ; I li-, epitaph the spot whereon he fell.

Fasti 'i.i i. {yielding his sword). 1 am your prisoner, Sir.

Chables {returning his sword). Nol bo I Rude war i:- pectseach pious office | you are free To render the last honors to the dead. Go now, Duohatel, Btillmy ^gnes trembles — Hasten to snatch her from anxi< ty — Bring her the tidings of our \ ictory, And usher her in triumph into Rheims!

| Exit DUGHATKL*

Si i m \ III.

Tin ■ same. I . i 1 1 ibb.

La Hire, w here is I be Maul. mi ? La II ikk. That I ask

Of you; I left her fighting by your side.

sc. ix.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 105

DUBOIS. I thought she was protected by your arm, When 1 departed to assist the King.

Burg. Not long ago I saw her banner wave

Amid 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.

Chas. 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 toivers of Rheims illumined by the sun.

Scene IX.

A Knight in black armor, with closed visor. Johanna follows hi >n to the front of the stage, where he stops and awaits her.

JOHAN. Deluder ! now I see thy stratagem !

Thou hast deceitfully, through seeming flight,

Allur'd me from the battle, doom and death

Averting thus from many a British head.

Destruction now doth overtake thyself. KNIGHT. "Why dost thou follow after me and track

My steps with quenchless rage? I am not doom'd

To perish by thy hand. Johanna. Deep in my soul

I hate thee as the night, which is thy color. 5*

io6 THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [ACT in.

To blot thee out from the fair light "1 day

An i 1 r.-i -i il'lr desire impels me.

Who art thou? Raise thy visor. I liad -;ii>l

Thai thou wert Talbot, had I doI myself

Seen warlike Talbot in the battle fall. Knight. Is the divining Spirit mute in th< Johan. Hi-> voice Bpeaks loudly in my spirit's depths

The near approach i »f « o. Black Knight. Johanna D'Arc!

Borne on the wings of conquest, thou hasl reach'd

The gates of Rheims. Lei thj achieved renown

Content thee. Fortune, lik<- thj slave, till now

Bath follow M thee ; dismiss her, ere in w rath

She free herself ; fidelity she hates;

She serveth none with constancy till death. .!< >.i an. Why check me in the midst of my career?

Why bid me falter and forsake mj work'.1'

1 will c plete it . and fulfil mj * ow !

KNIGHT. Nothing can thee, thou mighty one, withstand,

In bal t le thou art aj e invincible.

— But henceforth Bhun the fight; attend my warning. Johan, N"t from my hand will I resign this Bword

Till haughty England's prostrate in the dust. Knight. Behold 1 there Rheims ariseth with its towers,

The goal and end of thy career. Thou Bees!

The lofty minster's Bun-illumin'd dome :

Thou in triumphal pomp wouldsl enter then .

Thy n arch crown, and ratif} thj vow.

— Enter not there I Return! Attend my warn ing ! Johan, What art thou, double-tongue'd, deceitful being,

SC. X.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 107

Who wouldst bewilder and appal me? Speak t By what authority dost thou presume To greet me with fallacious oracles?

[The Black Kniuht is about to depart, she steps in his way. No, thou shalt speak, or perish by my hand ! [She endeavors to strike him. BLACK Kniuht (touches her with his hand she remains motionless). Slay, what is mortal ! [Darkness, thunder anil lightning. Tlie Knight sinks into the earth. Johanna (stands at first in amazement, but soon re- covers 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 stedfast 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 on<>, prepare thee for the fight! — Not both of us shall quit this fiold alive. Thou hast destroy'd 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.

108 THE MAID OF ORJ LANS. [A( r ill.

And wouldst thou know who brings thee glory

now, Whether h<- live <»r die,— I'm Lionel, The sole Burvivor of the English ohiefs, And --till unconquer'd is this valiant arm.

[He rushes upon her; after a short combat she strikes the sword out of his hand. Perfidious fon une I

[He wrestles with her. .Johanna seizes him by tin crest and tears "/" n his helm* t ; his face is thus exposed : at ili> same time sfu draws her sword n-itli her right hand. Johanna. Suffer what thou soughtest !

The Virgin sacrifices thee through me !

[.1/ this moment she gazes in his face. Jlis aspect softens her, she remains motionless and slowly lets /<< r arm sink-. Lionel. Why Linger, why withhold the stroke of death? My glory thou nasi taken take my life! I want no mercy, I am in thy power.

[She makes him << sign with her hand t"Jl;/. How ! shall I fly, and owe my life to thee? No, I would rather die ! Johanna (with averted fac* ). T will nol know That ever thou 'IMst owe thy life to me. Lionel, l hate alike thee and thy proffer'd gift. 1 want no mercj kill t nine enemj . Who loathes and would have slain thee. Job \n\ \. Slaj me then,

Vnd fl] • i Hal What is this?

Johanna (hiding her face). Wofcmel

1 .u. (approaching /<• r). TU

sex.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 109

Thou kilk-st all the English, whom thy sword Subdues in liattle — why spare me alone? Johanna {raises her. sword with u rapid movement, as if

to strike him, hut lets it fall quickly ivhen she

gazes on his face).

0 Holy Virgin !

Lionel. Wherefore namest thou

The Holy Virgin ? she knows nought 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 !

1 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 ! Johan. 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 mayst be saved. Oh come !

I will deliver thee, but linger not.

no THE MAID O] ORLEANS. [\u in.

Strange sorrow for thy sake doth seize my

heart, Unspeakable desire to rescue thee —

[/'/' n iz< a hi /• arm. Johan. The Bastard comes I Tis they I They Beek for iii*-. If they should find hue — Lionel. I'll defend thee, Maid!

Johan. I die if thou sin ml' 1st perish by their hands I l.i' .nkl.Aiii I then dear to thee ? Johanna. Ye heavenly Powers!

I .i< »nel. shall I again behold thee hear from th Johan. No! never !

Lionel. Tlnis this sword I seize, in pledge

That I again behold thee !

[He snatch a h> r ate

JOHANN \. Madman, hold !

Thou dares! ? LiONl U Now I yield to force— again

I'll see tie [//-' r> tins.

Scene XL

Jon \v\ \, I m W0I8, I . \ I [IRE.

I . v I Iiuh It is she ! The Maiden lives !

hi N0I8. Fear not, Johanna ! friends are at thj si Hire. Is not thai Lionel who yonder flies ? Dunois. Lei him escape! Maiden, the righteous cause Bath triumph'd now. Rheims opens wide its

gat The joyous orowds pour forth to meet theii King.—

sc. XI.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. ill

Hire. What ails the 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.

Johan. 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 : belt ind the scene flutes and ha utboijs.

Scene I.

Johan. Hushed is the din of arms, war's storms subside, Glad song and dance succeed the bloody fray, Through all the streets joy echoes far and wdde, Altar and church are deck'd in rich array, Triumphal arches rise in vernal pride, "Wreaths round the columns wind their flowery

way. Wide Rheims cannot contain the mighty

throng, Which to the 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 link'd in happiness Whom bloody hatred did erewhile divide.

II? Till \1 \I1» OF ORLEANS. [act iv.

AH who themselves of Gallic race confess Tlu- aame of Frenchman own with conscious

pride, France sees t lie splendor of her ancient (.Town, And t<> her Monarch's s<m bows humbly down.

Yet I, the author of this wide delight,

The joy, myself created, cannot Bhare ;

My heart is chang'd, in sad and dreary plight

It flies the festive pageanl in despair;

Still ti> the British camp it taketh flight,

Agairisl my will my gaze still wanders there,

And from the throng I steal, with grief op-

press'd, To hide the guilt which weighs upon my breast*

What ! I permit a human f inn

To haunt 1 1 1 v. bosom's sa sred oell ?

And there, where heavenly radiance shone,

Doth earthly love presume to dwell ?

Tin- saviour of m\ count r\ . I.

The warrior of God most high,

Burn for mj country's foeman? Dare l name

Heaven's holy light, nor feel o'erwhelm'd with

shame ?

[77n music behind tin seem pastes into a soft (i nd moving mi lody.

\v.. is me ' Tho e mell ing ton ' The] dial raol mj 'm Llder'd brain ! Bverj note, his voioe recalling,

( '«.n juies up ins form again !

sc. i.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 113

Would thai spears were whizzing round! Would thai battle's thunder roar'd! 'Midst the wild tumultuous sound

My former strength were then restored.

These sweet tones, these melting voices, Wrfch 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 kill'd him ? Could I, when 1 gazed

Upon his face? Kill'd him? Oh, rather far

Would I have turn'd my weapon 'gainst my- self !

And am I culpable because humane ?

Is pity sinful ?— Pity ! Didst thou 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?

O, cunning heart ! Thou liest before high Heaven ;

It is not pity's voice impels thee now !

— Why was I doom'd to look into his eyes !

To murk his noble features ! With that glance,

Thy crime, thy wo commene'd. Unhappy one !

A sightless instrument thy God demands,

Blindly thou must accomplish his behest t

H4 ' '•'"- MAID OF ORLEANS [a< r iv.

Wlifii ilinii didst see, God's shield abandon'd

thee, And the dire snares of Hell around thee press'd !

[Flutes are again heard, dud she nibsidea into a quiet nu lancholy.

Harmless start" ! Oh, that I ne'er Had for the sword abandon'd thee ! Had voices never reached mine ear, From thy branches, sacred tree ! High Queen of 1 Leaven ! oh would that thou Hadst ne'er reveal'd thyself to me ! Take back — I dare not claim it now — Take back th\ crown, 'tis not for me'

I Baw tlie heavens open wide, I gazed upon thai face of love I Yet here on earth my hopes abide, They do not dwell in heaven above I Why, Holy < me, on me impose This dread « ocal u »n '.- ( !ould I steel. And to each s> >fl emi A ion rinse This heart, by nature form'd to feel P

Wouldsl thou proclaim thy high command, Blake choice of those who, free from sin In thy eternal mansions stand :

nd tori ii t h\ Baming cherubim ! [m mortal ones, thj law thej keep, Thej do nol feel, i liej do not weep ! ( !hoi «e n< d a tender woman's aid, Not the frail soul of shepherd maid I

sen.] Till: MAID OF ORLEANS. 115

Was I concorn'd with warlike tilings, With I >atlles or the strife of kings? In innocence 1 led my sheep

Allow 11 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, 1 did not seek my doom !

Scene II.

Agnes Sorel, Johanna.

Borel (advances joyfully. When she perceives Johanna, che hastens to her and falls upon her neck; Hun suddenly recollecting herself, she relin- quishes 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 ; 1 worship the Invisible in thee. Thou art the angel, who hast led my Lord To Rheims, to crown him with the royal

crown. What I ne'er dream'd to see, is realized ! The coronation-march will soon set forth ; ArrayM 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 ;

nG THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [ai i tv.

( ; la ound, t he bells unite t heir peal ;

Oh, this excess of joj [cannot bear!

[Johanna gently raises her. VgnesSorel pauses " moim nt,and surveys the Maidi n more narrowly. Yet thou remainest ever grave ;m<l stern ; Thou cansl create delight, yet share it uot. Thy hear! is cold, thou feelest n«>t our joj . Thou hast beheld the glories of the skies ; No earthly interesl moveth thy pure breast. [Job \nn \ seizes her hand passionately, but soon Ii ts it fall again. Oh, couldst thou own a woman's feeling heart I Put off this armor, war is over now, • ion f ess thy union with the softer sex ! My Loving heart shrinks timidly from th< While thus thou wearesl Pallas' brow ~.-\ re. Joiian. What wouldst thou have me <1<> ? BOW i.. Unarm thyself !

I'm off this coat of mail : The God of I ■ I 'ears to approach a bosom clad in steel. Oh, be a woman, thou will feel his pow< Jmiia.n. What, now unarm myself? 'Midsl battle's roar I'll h.in' m\ bosom t" the si roke of death !

N"t now Would that a fold wall of

bni8s Could hide me rrom your rev< 1~. from mj -''If ! :•) . Th. mil loved bj Counf Dunois. Hi- noble it. Which virtue and renown alone inspire,

Wit h pur an. I holy p for 1 1

Oh, it is w eel to kn» .u on.' ..it bel< >v'd

sc. ii.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 117

By such a hero — sweeter still to love him !

[JOHANNA turns mmy iritli aversion. Thou hates! him ? — no, no, thou only canst Not love him : — how could hatred stir thy

breast t 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 —

Johan. Oli, pity me ! Lament my hapless fate !

Sorel. What ran be wanting to complete thy joy?

Thou hast fulfill'd thy promise, Fiance is free, To Rheims, in triumph, thou hast led the King, Thy mighty deeds have gain'd thee high re- nown, A happy people praise and worship thee; Thy name, the honor'd theme of every tongue ; Thou art the goddess of this festival ; The Monarch, with Ins crown and regal state, Shines not with greater majesty than thou !

Johax. Oh. could I hide me in the depths of earth !

Sorel. Why this emotion ? Whence tins strange dis- tress ? Who may to-day look up without a fear, If thou dosl c.ist thine eyes upon the ground! It is for me to blush, me, who near thee Feel all my littleness ; I cannot reach Thy lofty virtue, thy heroic strength ! For — all my weakness shall 1 own to thee ? Not tin' renown of France, my Fatherland, Not the new splendor of the Monarch's crown, Not the triumphant gladness of the crowds. Engage tins woman's heart. One only form Is in its depths enshrin'd ; it hath not room

n8 THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [act iv.

For any feeling save for one alone :

He is the idol, him i he i pie bless,

Him they extol, for him they strew these

flowers, And lie is mine, li" i-. my nun true love ' Joiian. Oh, thou art happy! thou art bless'd indeed 1 Thou Invest, where all Love. Thou mayst, un-

blamed Pour forth thy rapture, and thine inmost heart Fearless discover to the gaze of man ! Thy country's triumph is thj lover's too. The \ ast, innumerable multitude Who, rolling onward, crowd within the-,, walls, Participate thy joy, they halloa it ;

The.' I hey Salute, l<>r thee they twine llie

w reath,

Tin mi ait a portii t the general joy :

Thou lovesl the all inspiring soul, the sun, \n<l what thou seest is thy lover's glorj !

Sohf.l (falling <>n her nccl

Thou dost delight me, thou canst read my

heart ! I did thee wrong, th<>u knowest what love is, Thou tell'st my feelings with ;i voice of power, My heart forgets it- fear and its res< rve, An. I ■■• ' c infldinglj to bl< rid w ith thine —

JoriANN \ (tearing herself from her icith inolenc ).

Tin m ;iw ,,\ ' Do nol pollute Thyself bj longer intercourse \- ith me ! Be happ] ! go and in the deepesl nighl I .. ne to hide my infamy, mj wo !

BOB! i Thou frighten'st me, 1 understand thee not, 1 ne'ei ha\ i understood t bee foi i 1 i »m me

sc. in.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 119

Thy dark mysterious being still was veil'd. Who may divine what thus disturbs thy heart, Thus terrifies thy pure and sacred soul ! Johan. Thou art the pure, the holy one ! Couldst thou Behold mine inmost heart, tliou, shuddering, Wouldst fly the traitress, 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. Hire. Here is the banner. Take it, noble Maiden !

Thou'rt stayed for by the princes and the people. Johan. 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. Johan. Away ! away ! La Hire. How ! Art thou terrified

120 THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [At 1 iv.

At iliin>- own banner, Maiden? — Look at it !

| //• displays the bat r. 'ii". t liou <li.Ut in conquest wave. Imaged upon it is the Queen "i Heaven, Floating in glorj o'er this earthlj ball; so the Holy Mother show'd it thee.

[Johanna, gazing upon it with horror, Tis she herseli ■■ appear'd to me.

e, liow she Looks at me and knits her brow, And anger Bashes from her threatening eye ! el. Alas, she raveth ! Maiden, be composed ! . self ! Thou seest nothing real I That is her pictured image ; she herself Wanders above, amid the angelic choir ! J' in \\. Thou comest, fearful one, to punish me?

Destroy, o'erwhelm, thine arrowy lightni

hurl And let them fall upon my guilty head. Alas, in.\ vow I've broken ! I've profaned And desecrated thy mosl holy name ' rois.Wo's us ! What may this mean? What unblest

WO]

La 1 ! Umishnu nt, to 1 >r< iiai i

This -~t range emotion canst thou comprehend ? 11 \ T.TIiat which I see, I see [ long have fear' d it. ns.Wh : t hou '.-

I dare nol speak my thouj lit-. 1 would to Heaven that the King were crow n'd ! Hire. 1 low ' hath the awe this banner « I « • 1 1 1 inspire Tin n'd hack u|»>u t lis ign

Britons tremble ; !■• t he foes ot Fi ance i tui. but to all 1 1 ue oil Lzens hi .in ipioiou

sc. iv.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 121

Johanna. Xes, thou sayest truly !

To friends 'tis gracious ! but to enemies It causetli 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; theothers follow. [TJie scene changes to an open place before the < Cathedral.

Scene IV.

Spectators occupy the background; Bertrand, Claude Marie and Etienne come forward ; then MARGOTa?td LOUISON. The Coronation march is heard in the distance.

Bert. 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 ? Etien. It is not to be thought of. All the streets

Arethrong'd 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 hither ! 6

122 THE MAID OF ORLEANS. Iact iv.

Bebtbind. Who would sit at home

When great events are stirring in the land! It hath cost plenty, both of sweat and Mood, Ere tie- crown rested on its rightful head! Nor shall our lawful King, to whom we give The crown, be worse accompanied than he Whom tie' Parisians in St. Denis crown'd! II" is no Loyal honest-minded man Who doth absent him from this festival. And joins not in the cry: "God Bave the King ! "

S( I M. V*.

Margot and Lotjison join them.

L >uis. We shall again behold our Bister, Margot !

I [i ,w my heart beats !

M \i;i,ot. In majesty and pomp

We shall behold her. Baying t<> ourselves :

I I i- ■ 'in- aii ter, n is our Johanna ! Louis. Till I have seen her, I can scarce believe

That she, whom men the Maid of < Orleans name,

The mighty warrior, is indeed Johanna,

( Mir sister whom w e l< »s1 !

[ The music draws nearer. M \K(ii >T. Thou doubtesl --rill !

Tin .11 wilt thyself behold her I Bertram). See, t hey come I

SCENI VI.

[Musicians, with flutes and hautboys, open the procession. Children follow dressed in white, with branches in tin ir hands ; behind them

sc. vii.] the maid of Orleans. 123

two heralds. Then a procession of halber- iln rs, followed, by magistrates in their robes. Then two marshals with their stares ; the Duke op Burgundy, bearing the sword, Dunois with the sceptre, other nobles with the regalia ; others with sacrificial offerings. Be- hind these, Knights with the ornaments of their order; choristers with incense; tiro Bishops with the ampulla, the Archbishop with the crucifix. Johanna follows, with her banner', sin walks with downcast head and wavering steps ; her sisters, on beholding her, e.epi-ess their astonishment and joy. Behind her comes the King tinder a canopy, supported by four barons ; courtiers follow, soldiers con- clude the procession : as soon as it has entered the church the music ceases.

Scene VII. Louison. Margot, Claude Marie, Etienne, Bertrand.

Marg. Saw you our sister ?

Claude Marie. She in golden armor,

Who with the banner walked before the King?

Marg. It was Johanna. It was she. our sister !

Louis. She recognized us not ! She did not feel That we, her sisters, were so near to her. She look'd upon the ground, and seemed so pals, And trembled so beneath her banner's weight — When 1 beheld her. I could not rejoice.

Marg. So now. arrayed in splendor and in pomp, I have beheld our sister — Who in dreams Would ever have imagined or conceiv'd,

124

I 111 MAID OF ORLEANS.

I v 1 IV.

When i>n our native hills she drove tin- flock,

That we should see her in such majesty? Louis. Our father's dream i- realized, that we

In Rheims before our sister should bo« down.

That is the church, which in his dream he saw,

And each particular is now fulfilled.

] '.in images i »f w o he also saw I

Alas ! I'm griev'd to see h< r raised so high ! Bert. Why stand we idly here? Let's to the church

To view the coronal ion ! M.vk' Yes! P< rchai

We there may meet our sister ; let us go ! Louis. We have beheld her, Let us now return

Back to our village. BlAROOT. How'.'' Kic we with]

I law interchanged a word ? Louison. She dol h

To us no longer ; she with prin< ds

And monarchs.— Who are we, that we should •k

With foolish vanity to near her stato

She was a stranger, while she dwell with us ! M iRO. Will she despise, and treat us with contempt? Bi bt. Tlie King himself is not ashamed of us,

Hi kindly greets the meanest of the crowd.

How high so ever she may be exalted,

The King is raised -t ill high<

[Trumpets and ketth d irdfrom

the church. Clai DE M IRIE. Let's to the church !

| 77 nto tlu background, xcherethe\

,ii, lost among the crowd.

sr.vm.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 125

Scene VIII.

Thib a it enters, clad in black. Raimond follows him, and tries t<> hold him back.

Raim. 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. Thib. Hast thou beheld my child ? My wretched child? Didst thou observe her ? Raimond. I entreat you, fly !

Thib. Didst mark her tottering and uncertain steps, Her countenance, so pallid and disturb'd? She feels her dreadful state ; the hour is come To save my child, and I will not neglect it.

[He is about to retire. RAIM. What would you do ?

Thibaut. Surprise her, hurl her down

From her vain happiness, and forcibly Restore her to the (Jed whom she denies. Raim. O do not work the ruin of your child ! THIB. If her soul lives, her mortal part may die.

[Johanna rushes out of the church, without herbanner. The people press around her, worship her, and kiss her (jarnantz. she is detained in Hie background by tin- 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 !

u6 THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [act iv.

it aim. FareweU I Require not my attendance further I Hopeful I came, and sorrowful depart. Your daughter once again I have beheld, Ami feel again that Bhe is lost to me I

[//, goes "nt; Thibaut retireaon tlte op- posite aide.

>< im: IX. Jon \nn \. Peoph . Afterwards ht r Staters.

Johanna [aheJiaa freed heraelf from tfu crowd and cornea forward). Remain I i an n<>t— spirits chase me forth ! The organ's pealing tones like thunder sound, Tin: dome's arch'd roof threatens t<> o'erwhelm

nif ! 1 musl escape and Beeb 1 l>a\ en's \\ ide expanse 1 I left my banner in tin- Banctuary, Never, <>\\ never, will 1 touch it more! It seem'd to me as if 1 had beheld My Bisters pas^ before me like a dream. Twas only a delusion ! They, nlas ! \ir far, tar distant —inaccessible E'en as my childhood, as mine innocence!

M \i!i;> >t i stepping forward I .

Tis Bhe ! It is Johanna !

Louison (hastening towarda tier). 0 mj Bister!

Joban. Then il was no delusion— you are here —

Thee I embrace, Louison ! Thee, ray Marmot! Here, in this strange and crowded Bolitude, I clasp once re ray sisters' faithful brea t !

BIarq She knows us still, Bhe is our own kind sister.

J i >n \ \. "S ..iii love hath led \ ou to me here bo Earl

sc. ix.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 127

So very far ! You are not wroth with hei

Who left her home without one parting word? Louis. God's unseen providence conducted thee. Marg. Thy great renown, which agitates the world,

Which makes thy name the theme of every tongue,

Hath in our quiet village waken'd 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? Marg. 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 embarrass'd, and you do not speak :

You look upon the ground ! Where is our father ? Marg. 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 know'st I

He will collect himself, and be composed,

When he shall learn from us that thou art happy.

THE MAID I IF « ORLEANS. I \< i rv.

M \icc \iiil thou art happy ? Y< s, it musl be so,

For thou art great and honor'd ! J< is \nn \. • am bo,

Now I again behold you, once again Y"ur voices bear, whose Eond familiar tones Bring to my mind my dear paternal I i * ■ 1 < 1 ^ . Winn on my native hills I drove my berd, Thru I was happy as in Paradis — I ne'er can i><- so more, no, never more !

[She hides her face on Loi eson's bosom. Claude Marie, Etlenne, and Bertrand appear, and remain timidly standing in the distance. Marg. Come, Bertrand ! Claude Marie ! come Etienne ! Our sister is nol proud : Bhe is bo gentle, And speaks so kindly,— more so than ol yon When in our village ^!i«- abode w itli us.

[ They draw near, and holdout their hands : Johanna gazes on them fixedly, and ap- r, ars amazt I. Johan. Where am I? Tell me I Was it all a dream, A long, long dream? And am 1 now awake? \ in I a w a> fr< 'in I lomremi ? I-'t bo ? I fell asleep beneal li the Druid tree, And I am now awake ; and round me Btand The kind, familiar forms? 1 only dream'd ( it all these battles, kings, and deeds of war, — They were but Bhadowa which before me

I ■.-■ --'< I : For dreams are always vivid 'neath that

i.. ■ How did you come to Rheima? Hov« rami' I

li.-i

sc. ix.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 129

No, I have never quitted Domremi ! Confess it to me, and rejoice my heart. Louis. We are at Rheims. Thou hast not merely dream M Of these great deeds— thou hast achieved them

all.

—Come to thyself, Johanna ! Look around—

Thy splendid armor feel, of burnish'd gold! [Johanna lays her hand upon her breast, recollects herself, and shrinks buck. Bert. Out of my hand thou didst receive this helm. Marik. 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

Hack to our village, to our father's bosom. Louis. 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. Imt you do not worship me ! Maro. Thou wilt abandon this magnificence ! Johan. I will throw off the hated ornaments,

Which were a barrier 'twixt my heart and yours.

A_nd 1 will be a shepherdess again, And. like a humble maiden, I will serve you, And will with hitter penitence atone That 1 above you vainly raised myself 1

[Trumpets sound.

6*

130 Till MAID < >l 1 »kl I VNS. [act iv.

Scene X.

The King comes forth from th< Church. Ke is in the coronation robes. Agnes Sorel, Archbishop, Bur- gundy, Dunois, La Hire, Duchatel, KNIGHTS, 1 !< .1 1:1 dsrs, and People.

Many voices shout repeatedly, while the King advances.

Long live the Bang! Long live Bong Charles the

. « • 1 1 1 1 1 ! [Tin trumpets sound. Upona signalfrom the King, //<< Heralds with their staves command silena , King. Thanks, my good people! Thank you for your love I The crown, which God bath placed upon our

brow, I hit 1 1 with our valiant swords been hardly won : Willi noble blood 'tis wetted ; !>ut henceforth The peaceful olive branch shall round ii twine. Lei ill"-'' whofoughf for us receive our thanks ; Our pardon, those who join' d the hostile ranks, F01 God hath shown us mercj in our m <->l . And our first royal word Bhall now be Mi 1 People. Long live the King! Long live King Charles

1 he u< >< >< i ! King. From God alone, the highest potentate .

Tin- monarchsof the French receive the crown ; Bui \ isibrj from lii^ almighty hand Have we received it. [ Turning to tfo Maiden, 1 [ere band t he bolj delegate ol I leaven,

sc. xi.] Tl IK MAID OF ORLEANS. 131

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 rear'd !

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 ?

DuCHAT.Now will the fearful truth appear ! Thibaut (to the Kino). Thou think'st

I52 THK MAID OF OKI. KAN'S. [act IV.

Th;it thou art rescued through the power of

God ? Deluded prince ! Deluded multitude I Vc have been rescued through the arts of HelL

[All step back with horror. DCNOIS. Is this man mad ?

Thibavt. Not I. but thou art mad.

And this wise bishop, and these uoble Lords, Who think that through a weak and sinful

maid The God 6f Heaven would reveal himself.

Come, lei us Bee, it fco her father's face

She will maintain the Specious, juggling arts, Wherewith she hath deluded King and [ pie.

Now, in the name of the blest Trinity, 1 lelong'st thou to the pure and holy ones?

[.1 general silence; all eyes are fixed upon h r : she r< mains motionh m.

Si >bsl < lod ! she is dumb !

Tini'.At-T. Before that awful name,

Which even in the depths of Bell is fear'd, She must be Bilenl ! she a holy one. By God commission'd ? On a cursed Bpot It was conceived, beneath the Druid tree Where e\ it Bpirits have from olden time Their Babbath held. There her immortal bouI She barter' d with the enemj of man For transient worldly glory. Let her bare Her arm, and ye will Bee impress' d t hereon. The fatal mark, of Hell I

Bl BOi nd\ . Most horrible !

\ • \ we must Deeds believe a father's words, Who 'gainst his daughter gives his ei idenoe !

sc. xi.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 133

Dunois.No, no ! the madman cannot be believed,

Who in his child brings shame upon himself ! Sorel (to Johanna).

O. 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. Hire. She's frighten'd. 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 eai-th ! 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. DuNOls.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 Thib. 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 (HI sides. BURG. God guard and save us ! What appalling signs J

134 THE MAID OF ORLEANS [ai i IV.

DUCHATEL {to th* Kim. I.

Come, come, my King! forsake this fearful

l>la<>- ! ABCHBISHOP J" JOB \NNAI.

I ask thee in (i<>d's nainr. Art thou thus silent Prom consciousness <>f innocence or guill ': If in thy favor tin- dread thunder speaks,

Tone! i with thy ha ml this cross and ui\-- a sign !

[Johanna n mains motionless. More viok nt peals of thunder. The Kin<;. Agnes

SOBEL, //" ABCHBISHOP, BUBGUNDY, La

Hire, Duchatel, retire.

Scene XII.

♦ H N < > I S . .h ill \\\ \.

DrjNOis. TIidii art my wife— I have believed in thee

From t he firsl glance, an. I I am still unchanged. In thee I have more faith than in these ^i_:ns. Than in tin- thunder's voice, which Bpeaka

ah. >V6.

In noble anger thou arl silenl thus; Em elop'd in thy holj innocence. Thou scornesi to refute bo base a charge. — still scorn it. Maiden, hut confide in me ; 1 never doubted of t hine innocence. Speak nol one word onlj extend thy band, In pledge and token, thai thou wilt confide In m\ protection ami thine own good cause. [ //. . /•/. nds his hand t<> ht r . she turns from

liim with a convulsive motion . /<«' r> mains

transfi < . <i with horror.

SC. XIII.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 135

Scene XIII.

Johanna, Duchatel, Dunois, afterwards Raimond.

Duchatel {returning).

Johanna d'Arc ! uninjured from the town The Kinj; 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, easts one look upon Johanna, and retires. She remains standing for a moment quite alone. At length Raimond appears ; tie regards her for a time with silent sorrow and then approaching takes her hand. Raim. 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 h im fixedly, and looks up to Heaven ; then taking Ms hand, she retires.

136 THE MAID I IF « IRLEANS. [ACT v.

ACT V.

A wild wood: charcoal-burners'' huts in the distance. It is quite dark; violent thunder and lightning ; firing In ard at intervals.

S< ENE I.

( '11 mm oal-Bi km r and his Wife.

Ch. B. This i> a fearful storm, the heavens seem

\^ they would venl themselves in streams of fire So thick the darkness which usurps the daj . Thai one might seethe stars. Theangrj winds Bluster and ho« I like spirits Loos< >1 from EelL The firm earth trembles, and the aged elms, Groaning, bow down their venerable tops. Yel this i 11 i lie tumult, o'er our heads, Which 1 acheth gentleness to lavage beasts, So thai 1 1 1 1 \ seek the shelter of their caves,

Appeasetl 1 the bl ly strife "t men —

A midst t lir ra I 1 In1 wind ami storm,

\ 1 Intervals is hear. 1 the cannon's roar; S" near tin- hostile armaments approach, Tin' wood alone >l<>t!i pari them : any hour May Bee them mingle in the shock <>t battle.

Win 'I • God protect us then ! Our enemies,

Net Ion were vanquish'd and dispersed.

Flow comes it, thai thej trouble us again ?

1 B. 1 '•' -mi e t hey now no loni 1 1 feat the K ing

Since t hat tin' Mai. I turned out to be a witch At Rheims, the devil aideth us no longer, \ 1 1 ■ 1 things lia\ I- -"Hi' against ms.

We Who cornea here!

sc. ii.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 137

Scene II. Raimond and Johanna enter.

Raim. 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 wander'd on, Shunning the eye of man — wild herbs and roots 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 wel- come 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 cam]) ; And a young maid, a shepherd's lowly daughter, Has led the armies of our lord the King.

Ch. B. 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.

Ch. B. I fancy, as you travel thus in arms,

138 THE MAID OF 0RL1 ^NS. [actv.

You seek the army "t the Bang. — Take heed !

Not far remote the English are encamp'd,

Their troops are roaming idly through the wood. Kaim. Alas for u^! how thru can we escape? in. B. Stay here till from the town mj boy returns,

Be shall conduct you safe hy secret paths.

You need not fear— weknow each hidden way. Raimond 1 to Job \nn.v).

Put off your helmet and your coat-of-mail,

They will not now protect you, but betray.

[Johanna shakes h* r hi ad. Cm. B. The maid seems very sad— hush! who comes here ?

Scene ill.

Char oal-Bubner's Wipe comes out of the hut with a bowl. \ Boy.

Wipe. It is cur boy, whom we expected back.

[3b Johanna. Drink, noble maiden ! may God bless it to you ! Ch lrcoal Bi rneb 1 to his son 1.

\rt come, \ net ? What news?

[Theboy looks at Johanna, who is just rais- ing the bowl to lu rlips : he recognizes /<• r. steps forward and snatches it from /<- r. !'.• iy. < » mother ! mot her!

Whom do you entertain ? This is the witch < >f < >rleans I ( m \k' oal Bi rneb {and his WtFi

( in. 1 be -■ raoious to our bouIs !

[ Tin 1/ cross tfu ms> ir> 8 andfly.

SC. IV.]

THE MAID OF ORLEANS.

*39

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. Raimoxd. I leave thee ! now !

Alas, who then would bear thee company? JoHAN. 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. Raim. And whither wouldst thou go ? Here stand our foes,

Who have against thee bloody vengeance sworn —

There stand our people, who have banish'd thee — Johan. Nought will befall me but what Heaven ordains. Raim. Who will provide thee food? and who protect t liee

From savage beasts, and still more savage men ?

Who cherish thee in sickness and in grief? JOHAN. 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.

i4o THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [act. v.

Raim< »nd I b< it iny her hand \.

Wilt thou not look within? Oh wilt thou not Repent thy sin, be reconciled to I rod, \ ml to tin- bosom of the Church return ? Johan. Thou hold's! me guilty of this heavy sin? I.'vim. Needs must I thou didst silentlj confess — Johan. Thou, who hast followed me in misery, Tin' only being who continued true, Who clave to me when all the world forsook, Thou also hold's! me for a reprobate, Who hath renounced her God —

1 1; umond is silent. Oh this is hard : Raimond i iii astonishnu nt).

\uil thou werl really then no sorceress? Johan. \ sorcere h'.M.Mi > n i . . And :ill these mirac

Thou hast ace plish'd through the power of

God \ ml of his holy saints ? Johanna. Through whom besides?

Raim. \ml t h. .11 wert sileni to that fearful charge ? Thouspeakest now, and yet before the King, When words would have avail'd thee, thou wert dumb ! Johan. I ilently submitted to the doom

Which < tod, my lord and master, o'er me hung.

Raim. Tl touldst uol to thj father aught reply ?

Johan. Coming from him, methoughl u came from ! rod : \ ii 1 fatherly the ohostisement will prove. Raim. The heavens them elvi bore witness to ihy tilt ■'

so. iv.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 141

Johan. The heavens spoke, and therefore I was silent. Raim. Thou with one word eouldst clear thyself, and hast

In this unhappy error left the world ? Johan. It was no error — 'twas the will of Heaven. Raim. Thou innocently sulferedst this shame,

And no complaint proceeded from thy lips !

— I am amazed at thee. I stand o'ervvhelm'd.

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 ! JOHAN. Should I deserve to be Heaven's messenger,

Unless the Master's will I blindly honor'd?

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 learn'd 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 seem'd

Most worthy to be envied. — Now my mind

Is heal'd once more, and this fierce storm in nature,

Which threaten'd your destruction, was my friend ;

It purified alike the world and me !

I feed an inward peace — ami, come what may,

Of no more weakness am I conscious now ! Raim. Oh let us hasten ! come, let us proclaim

Thine innocence aloud to all the world !

i42 THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [act v.

Toman. He who sent this delusion will dispel it ! The fruit of fate falls only when "lis ripe! \ i|;i\ is coming that will clear my name, When those who now condemn and banish me, Will see their error and will weep mj doom.

Radi. And shall 1 wait in silence, until chance —

Johanna [gt ntly taking his hand).

Thy sense is shrouded by an earthly veil, And dwelleth only on external things. Mine rye hath gazed on the invisible! — Without permission from our God do hair

Kails from the head of man. — Sees! thou the sun

1 >. •(■lining in the west ? So certainly As morn returneth in her radiant li^'ht. Infallibly the day of truth shall come I

t Scene v.

Queen Isabel, with soldiers, appears in the background,

]< uii'.i. (behind the seen* i.

This the waj toward the English camp ! 1,'aim. Alas : the foe I

['/'A. soldiers advance, and perceiving Jo- ii \nn v full I >iuk iii 1 1 rror. [sabel. What now obstructs the mart

S' »ld. M.i.\ < o.ii protect us !

i I BEL. I to J <■ BOS B spirit ?

How ! \l- j e soldiers? Ye are cowards all ! [She presses forward, but shirts hud: on bt holding the M mm v Whal 'I" i ee I

[She collects herself quickly <tn>i approaches her.

sew] THE MAIL) OF ORLEANS. 143

Submit thyself ! Thou art My prisoner ! Johanna. I am.

[RAiMOND/fies in despair. Isabel yto 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 buck astonished. Isabel. What say'st thou." Thou art banished? By

the Dauphin ? Johan. Enquire no further! I am in thy power,

Decide my fate. Isabel. Banish'd. because thou hast

Snatched him from ruin, placed upon his brow The crown at Rheims, and made him king of

Prance? Banish'd ! Therein I recognize my son ! — Conduct her to the camp, and let the host Behold the phantom before whom they

trembled ! Slit a magician ? Her sole magic lies In your delusion and your cowardice ! She is a fool who sacrificed herself

144 THE MAID I IF < >R1 EANS. 1 u l v.

Tci save her king, and reapeth for her pains A king's reward- Bear her i < ► Lionel. — The fortune of the French I Bend him bound : I'll follow her anon.

Johanna. T<> Lionel ?

Slav me at once, ere send me unto him.

Isabel < to the soldiers).

OU-v your orders, soldiers I Bear her hence I

[Exit. Scene vi.

Johanna, Soldu rs.

Johanna {to tin soldiers).

Y. English, suffer nol that 1 escape

A live "lit of your hands ! Kc\ enge j ourseb i - I

Unsheath your weapons, plunge them in my

heart, And drag me Lifeless t<> yum general's feel I Remember, it «a> 1, who slew your heroes, Who never showed compassion, who poured

forth Torrents of English blood, who, from y<>nr suns. Snatched the sweet pleasun of returning home I

Take now a blood] vengeance ! Murder I

1 now am in your power ; 1 may perchance Nol always be so weak. 1. 1 i roR oi i in s. . i.i.ii rs. ( >bey the Queen I

JOHAN. Must I be yet more wretched than 1 wa I Unpitying Virgin I Beavj is thj hand! E£as1 thou completely thrust mefromthj favor? No God appears, do angel kIiows himself ; Closed an- Heaven's portals, miracles liai- sed.

\Slie follows the SOLDD B&

sc. vii.J THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 145

Scene VII.

The French Camp.

Dunois, between the Archbishop and Duchatel.

Arch. Conquer your sullen indignation, Prince !

Return with us ! Come bark 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 saviour you have banished ; you henceforth May save yourselves : I'll not again behold The camp wherein the Maid abideth not.

DUCHAT. Think better of it, Prince ! Dismiss us not With such an answer !

Dunois. Silence, Duchatel !

You're hateful to me ; I'll hear nought from

you; You were the first who doubted of her truth.

ARCH. Who had not wavered on thai fatal day,

And been bewildered, when so many signs Bore evidence againt her ! We were stunned. Our hearts were crushed beneath the sudden

blow. —Who in that hour of dread could weigh the

proof's ? 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.

i46 1 HI MAID OF l IRLEANS. [Att v

We are perplexed ; we fear thai we have done \ grievous wrong. The King is penitent, The Duke remorseful, comfortless La Hire, And every heart dotb shroud itself in wo.

Dtjnois. Shea deluder? If celestial truth

WmiLi clothe herself in a corporeal form, She needs must choose the features of the

Maiden, [f purity of heart, faith, innocen Dwell anywhere on earth, upon her lips Ami in her eyes' clear depths they find their home !

Arch. May the Almighty, through a miracle, Shed li^ht upon this awful mysterj . Which baffles human insight. — Howsoe'er This sad perplexity may i»- resolved, One nf two grievous sins we have committed I Either in fight we have availed ourselves Of hellish arms, or banished hence a saint ! And both call down upon this w retched land The vengeance and the punishment of Heaven !

s. I M vm.

The same, a Nobleman, afti rwards Radiond.

Noui.k. A shepherd youth inquires after your HighneaSi He urgent ly entreats an interview,

He says, be <■> >th from the Maiden —

•is. Haste I

Conduct him hither I He doth come from her I

[77/. NOBLBMAK OpetU tin door to RADfOND,

I n v ■ !- hastens i<> meet him. W'h^re is she? Where's the Maid?

sc. viii. 1 TIIK MAID OF ORLKAN'S. 147

Raimom*. Hail ! noble Prince !

And blessed am 1 that I find with yon This holy man. the shield of the oppressed, The father of the poor and destitute !

DUNOE. Where is the Maiden ?

Arch. Speak, my son, inform us!

Raim. 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 I

Dunois. Where is she ?

Raimond. I accompanied her flight

Towards the wood 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 !

DrjNOlS. 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 !

Raim. There in the forest as we sought for shelter, We were encounter'd by Queen Isabel, Who seized and sent her to the English host. O from a cruel death deliver her Who hath full many a time deliver'd you !

DUNOIS. Sound an alarm ! to arms ! up ! beat the drums. Forth to the field ! Let France appear in arms 1 The crown and the palladium are at stake !

i48 THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [act*.

Our honor is in pledge ! risk blood and life ! She must be rescued ere the day is done |

[Exit. A watch tower— itu op* ning above.

S< i.m. IX.

Johanna dial Lionel.

Fastolfe (entering hastily).

The people can n<> longer be restrain'd, With fury they demand the Maiden's death. In vain your opposition. Let her die, And throw her head down from the battle-

IIH'lltS !

ll.r blood alone will satisfy the host.

Isabel (coming in).

With ladders they begin to Bcale the walla. Appease the angrj people I ^^' 1 1 1 you wait Till in blind fury tiny o'erthrow the tower, Ami we beneath its ruins are destroy'd f Protect her here you cannot. Give her up 1

Lionel. Lei thera storm <>n ! in fury l < • t them rage I Firm is this castle, .- 1 > > • 1 beneath it-- ruins 1 will be buried ere [ yield to 1 hem. — Johanna, answer me ! only be mine, \ ad I w ill shield thee 'gainst ;i world in anna,

Is mi i.. \ re you a man ?

I ii.. Thy friends have cast thee "if. To thy ungrateful country thou dost owe Duty and faith do longer. The false cowards Whosought thy band, forsake thee in thj Deed The] i"i thv honor venture not tii«' li^lit. Hut [, against mj | pie and 'gainst thine,

3C. x.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 149

Will be thy champion.— Once tliou didst confess My life was dear to thee : in combat then

1 st 1 before thee as thine enemy. —

Thou hast not now a single friend but me I

JOHAN. Thou art my people's enemy anil mine. Between ns 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 She 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?

JOHAN. It must be 'lone : '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.

Capt. Haste, general! Prepare the host for battle ! The French with flying banners come this way, Their shining weapons glitter in the vale.

Johanna i with enthusiasm.).

Mj people come this way ! Proud England now, Forth in the field ! now boldly must vou fight ? 7*

iSo THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [actv.

Fastol. Deluded woman, moderate your 303 ! Sou will nol Bee the issue of this day.

Johan. My friends will win the fight and I shall die! The gallant heroes Deed mj arm ao more.

Lionel. These dastard enemies l scorn : They have In twenty battles fled before our arms, Ere this heroic Maiden foughl for them ! All 1 1 1 « - whole nation I despise, save one, And this one they have banish'd. — Come, Fas- tolfe,

We soon will give them such another day

As thai of Poictiers, and of Agincourt.

Do you remain within the fortress, Queen,

And guard the Maiden till the fighl is o'er.

I leave tor your protection titt.\ knights. Fastol. How ! general, shall we march against the foe

And Leave this raging fury in our rear? Job w wii.ii : can a fetter'd woman frighten thee? Lionel. Promise, Johanna, nol to tree thyself!

Ji iii.w. 'lot ree myself is now my only w ish.

Isai'.i i.. Bind ler with triple chains! I pledge my

life

That she shall not escape.

[She is bound with heavy <-imiiis. Lionel to Johanna I. Thou will'sl it

Thou dosl compel us : si in it rests with 1 1 !

Renounce the French, the English banner

hear.

\ r i < I ll an free, and these rude savage men

Who now desire t h\ blood shall do thj will!

i urgently).

.\ ua_\ , aw ftj . m_\ general !

scxi.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 151

Johanna. Spare thy words !

The French are drawing near.— Defend thyself] [Trumpets sound, Lionel hastens forth

Fastol. 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 XL Isabel, Johanna, Soldiers.

Johan. Ay ! that I will ! no power can hinder me.

Hark to that sound, the war march of my peo- ple !

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 tin' 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. Johan. Courage, my 1 pie! 'Tis the final struggle —

Another victory, and the foe lies low I Isabel. What see'st thou?

i52 THE MAID < >F « >RLEANS. [act v.

Soldd r. They're already in close fight.

A Curious warrior, on ;i Barbary steed,

In tiger's skin, Leads forward tin- ^.-n-. d'armes Johan. That's Count Dunoisl on, gallant warrior I

( lonquesl goes w it h thee. Soldier. The Burgundian duke

Attacks the bridgi l-Mu.i.. Would thai t * - 1 1 hostile spears

Might lii^> perfidious heart transfix, the traitor! Si>i.i). Lord Fastolfe gallantly opposes him.

Now they dismount— they combat man to man,

Our people and the troops of Burgundy. [sabel. Behold'st thou not the Dauphin? See'st thou not

The royal banner w a\ e ? Si ildier. \ cloud of dust

Shrouds everything. 1 can distinguish nought Johan. Had he mj eyes, or st I I there aloft,

The sniallesl speck would nol elude my gaze!

The wild fowl 1 can number on t!i<- wing,

And mark the falcon in his towering flight. Sold. There is a fearful tumult n«ar the trench :

The chiefs, it seems, the nobles combat there. [sabi i S1 ill dol li our banner w ave? Si »ldiee. Ii proudly floats.

Johan. Could I l"..i< through the loopholes of the wall,

I wit li mj the batl le would oonl n>| :

Sold, Uasl What dol seel Our general's

Sum lunded by the f< ■ i iintn the dagger at Johanna) Die, wretch I

SOLDL R quickly). II"'- I

sc. xi.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 153

The gallant Fastolfe in the rear attacks The enemy— he breaks their Berried ranks. Isabel {withdrawing the dagger).

There spoke thy angel ! Soldier. Victory ! They fly !

Isabel. Who fly ? Soldier. The French and the Bnrgnndians fly ;

The field is cover'd o'er with fugitives. Johan. My God ! Thou wilt not thus abandon me ! SOLD. 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? Sold. They loose his helmet— it is Count Dunois. Johanna (seizes her fetters with convulsive violence).

A nd I am nothing but a fetter'd woman ! Sold. Look yonder ! Who the azure mantle wears,

Border'd with gold? Johanna. That is my Lord, the King.

Sold. His horse is restive, plunges, rears, and falls —

He struggles hard to extricate himself —

[Johanna accompli ni>s tliese words with passionate movements.

Our troops are pressing on in full career,

They near him, reach him— they surround him now. Johan. Oh, have t lie heavens above no angels more ! Isabel (laughing scornfully).

Now is the lime. Deliverer — now deliver! Johanna (throws herself »/"'» her kne* s, "/<</ prays with passionate vioh nee).

Hear me. O Cod. in my extremity !

In fervent supplication up to Thee,

Up to thy heaven above. I send my soul.

i54 THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [act v.

The fragile texture of a Bpider's web,

As a ship's cable, thou canst render strong ;

Easj it is to thine omnipotence

To change these fetters into spiders' webs —

Command it, and these massy chains shall fall,

And these thick walls be rent. Thou, Lord, of

old ]>i<lst strengthen Samson, when, enchain'd and

blind, lie bore the bitter scorn of his proud f<» -. Trusting in t li«»-. he seized with mighty power The pillars of his prison, bow'd himself, And overthrew the structure. Soli>ii a. Triumph !

Isabel. Eow?

S<>i i). The King is ta'en !

Johanna {springing up) . Then God be gracious to me I [She seizes her chains violently with }»>th hands, and breaks them asunder. At the same moment rushing upon th< nearest soldier, she seizes his sword and hurries out. All gaze after her, transfixed with

(l.slltltisll llll lit.

Scene Xll.

The sunn . without Johanna.

i 1 1,1 i. i "/'/■ /• " /"//</ jMiu8i

How waait? Did (dream? Where is she gone? How 'li.l Bhe break these ponderous i ■ * > ■ 1 chains I A world could not have made me credil it, 1 1 1 had not beheld it \\ itli t hese ej as.

sc. xin.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 155

Soldier {from the tower).

How? Hath she wings ? Hath the wind borne In -r down ? Isabel. Is she below ? Soldier. She strides amidst the fight .

Her course outspeeds nay sij^lit — Now she is here —

Now there — I see her everywhere at once !

— She separates the troops — all yield to her ;

The scatter'd French collect — they form anew I

— 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? Sold. She presses forward, right towards the King.

She reaches him — she bears him from the fight —

Lord Fastolfe falls — the general is ta'en ! Isabel. I'll hear no more. Come down ! Sold. Fly, Queen ! you will be taken by surprise.

Arm'd soldiers are advancing tow'rds the tower.

[He comes down. Isabel {drawing her sword).

Then fight, ye cowards.

Scene XIII.

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 proffer'd services. Command Where you would be conducted.

156 THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [act v.

I- \i;i 1.. Every place

The same, where 1 encounter not the Dauphin. [She resigns^ ;■ sword, and follows him with the soldiers.

The Scene changes to the battle-field.

Scene XIV.

Soldii rs with flying banners occupy tht background. Be- for, th, in tin King and tfa Dxjkj of Burgundy ap- pear, bearing Johanna in their arms; she is mortally in hi mini, and apparently lif eh ss. 77u y advance slowly to tin front of the stage. Agnes Sow l rushes in.

s< 'i:i 1. 1 thmirimi In rsi If on the bosom of the Kini

You're fre< — you live- I have you back again !

Kim;. Yes, I am free [ am so at this price !

[ Pointing to J< >iianna.

Suki.i.. Johanna! God! she's dying !

Burgundy. She is gone '

An angel passeth hence ! See, how she lies, l j ami 1 ranquil, like a -lei pin, child ! The peace of Heaven around her features plays The breath of lit" no longer heaves her breast, Bui vital warmth -till lingers in her hand.

Kini;. She's gone ! She oever w ill awaken 1 e.

Her eye will gaze no more on earthly things, she soars on high, a spirit glorified, She seeth nol our grief, our penitence,

SOREL. Her eyes unclose she lives!

Burgi m>v <in astonishment). he return

Back from the grave, triumphant eVn o'er

death ? she 11 .1 h 1 1 j » ! she Btandeth !

sc. xiv.] THE MAID OF ORLEANS. 157

Johanna {standing vj>, and looking round). Where am I?

Burg. With thine own people. Maiden — with thy

friends 1 Kino. Supported by thy friend, and by thy King. Johanna (after looking at him fixedly foi some time)

No ! I am not a sorceress ! Indeed

I am not one. King. Thou'rt holy, as an angel ;

A cloud of error dimm'd 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 girni fa In r. she stands quite unsup- ported, tin- banner in her hand. The In an a is illumined by a rosy light. JOHAN. See you the rainbow yonder m the air?

Its golden portals Efaaven doth wide unfold,

Amid the angel choir she radiant stands.

The eternal Son she claspeth to her breast,

Ber arms she stretcheth forth tome in love.

How i.-, it with me? Light clouds hear me up —

My ponderous mail becomes a winged robe; 8

(53 THE MAID OF ORLEANS. [aci v.

1 mount— I flj back rolls the dwindling earth — Brief is the Borrow endless is tin- joy I

\IIvr banner falls, and she sinks lifeless on the ground. All remain for some time in

speechless sorrow. Upon a signal from the KiN(i, all the banners are gt ntly placed over her, so tlud she is entirely concealed by tltenu

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