Friedrich Schiller - The Maid of Orleans (Act 4 Scene 3) lyrics

DUNOIS, DUCHATEL, and LA HIRE, with the banner of JOHANNA. DUNOIS Johanna, thee we seek. All is prepared; The king hath sent us, 'tis his royal will That thou before him shouldst thy banner bear, The company of princes thou shalt join; And march immediately before the king: For he doth not deny it, and the world Shall witness, maiden, that to thee alone He doth ascribe the honor of this day. LA HIRE Here is the banner. Take it, noble maiden Thou'rt stayed for by the princes and the people. JOHANNA I march before him? I the banner bear? DUNOIS Whom else would it become? What other hand Is pure enough to bear the sacred ensign! Amid the battle thou hast waved it oft; To grace our glad procession bear it now. [LA HIRE presents the banner to her, she draws back, shuddering.] JOHANNA Away! away! LA HIRE Art thou terrified At thine own banner, maiden? Look at it! [He displays the banner.] It is the same thou didst in conquest wave. Imaged upon it is the queen of heaven, Floating in glory o'er this earthly ball; For so the Holy Mother showed it thee. [JOHANNA gazing upon it with horror.] 'Tis she herself! so she appeared to me. See, how she looks at me and knits her brow, And anger flashes from her threatening eye! SOREL Alas, she raveth! Maiden, be composed! Collect thyself! Thou seest nothing real! That is her pictured image; she herself Wanders above, amid the angelic choir! JOHANNA Thou comest, fearful one, to punish me? Destroy, o'erwhelm, thy lightnings hurl, And let them fall upon my guilty head. Alas, my vow I've broken. I've profaned And desecrated thy most holy name! DUNOIS Woe's us! What may this mean? What unblest words? LA HIRE (in astonishment, to DUCHATEL) This strange emotion canst thou comprehend? DUCHATEL That which I see, I see—I long have feared it. DUNOIS What sayest thou? DUCHATEL I dare not speak my thoughts. I would to heaven that the king were crowned! LA HIRE. How! hath the awe this banner doth inspire Turned back upon thyself? before this sign Let Britons tremble; to the foes of France 'Tis fearful, but to all true citizens It is auspicious. JOHANNA Yes, thou sayest truly! To friends 'tis gracious! but to enemies It causeth horror! [The Coronation march is heard.] DUNOIS Take thy banner, then! The march begins—no time is to be lost! [They press the banner upon her; she seizes it with evident emotion, and retires; the others follow.] [The scene changes to an open place before the Cathedral.]