Friedrich Schiller - The Maid of Orleans (Act 4 Scene 8) lyrics

THIBAUT enters, clad in black. RAIMOND follows him, and tries to hold him back. RAIMOND Stay, father Thibaut! Do not join the crowds! Here, at this joyous festival you meet None but the happy, whom your grief offends. Come! Let us quit the town with hasty steps. THIBAUT Hast thou beheld my child? My wretched child? Didst thou observe her? RAIMMOND I entreat you, fly! THIBAUT Didst mark her tottering and uncertain steps, Her countenance, so pallid and disturbed? She feels her dreadful state; the hour is come To save my child, and I will not neglect it. [He is about to retire.] RAIMOND What would you do? THIBAUT Surprise her, hurl her down From her vain happiness, and forcibly Restore her to the God whom she denies. RAIMOND Oh, do not work the ruin of your child! THIBAUT If her soul lives, her mortal part may die. [JOHANNA rushes out of the church, without her banner. The people press around her, worship her, and kiss her garments. She is detained in the background by the crowd.] She comes! 'tis she! She rushes from the church. Her troubled conscience drives her from the fane! 'Tis visibly the judgment of her God! RAIMOND Farewell! Require not my attendance further! Hopeful I came, and sorrowful depart. Your daughter once again I have beheld, And feel again that she is lost to me! [He goes out. THIBAUT retires on the opposite side.]