Friedrich Schiller - The Maid of Orleans (Act 3 Scene 11) lyrics

JOHANNA, DUNOIS, LA HIRE. LA HIRE It is she! The maiden lives! DUNOIS Fear not, Johanna! friends are at thy side. LA HIRE Is not that Lionel who yonder flies? DUNOIS Let him escape! Maiden, the righteous cause Hath triumphed now. Rheims opens wide its gates; The joyous crowds pour forth to meet their king. LA HIRE What ails thee, maiden? She grows pale—she sinks! [JOHANNA grows dizzy, and is about to fall.] DUNOIS She's wounded—rend her breastplate—'tis her arm! The wound is not severe. LA HIRE Her blood doth flow. JOHANNA Oh, that my life would stream forth with my blood! [She lies senseless in LA HIRE'S arms.]