Anna Swanwick - The Maid of Orleans (Act 2 Scene 5) lyrics

ENGLISH SOLDIERS hurry over the stage. Afterwards TALBOT. 1 SOLDIER The maiden in the camp! 2 SOLDIER Impossible! It cannot be! How came she in the camp? 3 SOLDIER Why, through the air! The devil aided her! 4 AND 5 SOLDIERS Fly! fly! We are dead men! TALBOT (enters) They heed me not! They stay not at my call! The sacred bands of discipline are loosed! As hell had poured her damned legions forth, A wild, distracting impulse whirls along, In one mad throng, the cowardly and brave. I cannot rally e'en the smallest troop To form a bulwark gainst the hostile flood, Whose raging billows press into our camp! Do I alone retain my sober senses, While all around in wild delirium rave? To fly before these weak, degenerate Frenchmen Whom we in twenty battles have overthrown? Who is she then—the irresistible— The dread-inspiring goddess, who doth turn At once the tide of battle, and transform The lions bold a herd of timid deer? A juggling minx, who plays the well-learned part Of h**ne, thus to appal the brave? A woman snatch from me all martial fame? SOLDIER (rushing in) The maiden comes! Fly, general, fly! fly! TALBOT (strikes him down) Fly thou, thyself, to hell! This sword shall pierce Who talks to me of fear, or coward flight! [He goes out.]