Friedrich Schiller - The Maid of Orleans (Act 5 Scene 11) lyrics

ISABEL, JOHANNA, SOLDIERS. JOHANNA Ay! that I will! no power can hinder me. Hark to that sound, the war-march of my people! 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 the 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.] JOHANNA Courage, my people! 'Tis the final struggle— Another victory, and the foe lies low! ISABEL What see'st thou? SOLDIER They're already in close fight. A furious warrior on a Barbary steed, In tiger's skin, leads forward the gens d'armes. JOHANNA That's Count Dunois! on, gallant warrior! Conquest goes with thee. SOLDIER The Burgundian duke Attacks the bridge. ISABEL Would that ten hostile spears Might his perfidious heart transfix, the traitor! SOLDIER Lord Fastolfe gallantly opposes him. Now they dismount—they combat man to man Our people and the troops of Burgundy. ISABEL Behold'st thou not the Dauphin? See'st thou not The royal wave? SOLDIER A cloud of dust Shrouds everything. I can distinguish naught. JOHANNA Had he my eyes, or stood I there aloft, The smallest speck would not elude my gaze! The wild fowl I can number on the wing, And mark the falcon in his towering flight. SOLDIER There is a fearful tumult near the trench; The chiefs, it seems, the nobles, combat there. ISABEL Still doth our banner wave? SOLDIER It proudly floats. JOHANNA Could I look through the loopholes of the wall, I with my lance the battle would control. SOLDIER Alas! What do I see? Our general's Surrounded by the foe! ISABEL (points the dagger at JOHANNA) Die, wretch! SOLDIER (quickly) He's free! The gallant Fastolfe in the rear attacks The enemy—he breaks their serried ranks. ISABEL (withdrawing the dagger) There spoke thy angel! SOLDIER Victory! They fly. ISABEL Who fly? SOLDIER The French and the Burgundians fly; The field is covered o'er with fugitives. JOHANNA My God! Thou wilt not thus abandon me! SOLDIER 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? SOLDIER They loose his helmet—it is Count Dunois. JOHANNA (seizes her fetters with convulsive violence) And I am nothing but a fettered woman! SOLDIER Look yonder! Who the azure mantle wears Bordered with gold? JOHANNA That is my lord, the king. SOLDIER His horse is restive, plunges, rears and falls— He struggles hard to extricate himself. [JOHANNA accompanies these words with pa**ionate movements.] Our troops are pressing on in full career, They near him, reach him—they surround him now. JOHANNA Oh, have the heavens above no angels more! ISABEL (laughing scornfully) Now is the time, deliverer—now deliver! JOHANNA (throws herself upon her knees, and prays with pa**ionate violence) Hear me, O God, in my extremity! In fervent supplication up to Thee, Up to thy heaven above I send my soul. The fragile texture of a spider's web, As a ship's cable, thou canst render strong; Easy it is to thine omnipotence To change these fetters into spider's webs— Command it, and these ma**y chains shall fall, And these thick walls be rent, Thou, Lord of old, Didst strengthen Samson, when enchained and blind He bore the bitter scorn of his proud foes. Trusting in thee, he seized with mighty power The pillars of his prison, bowed himself, And overthrew the structure. SOLDIER Triumph! ISABEL How? SOLDIER The king is taken! JOHANNA (springing up) Then God be gracious to me! [She seizes her chains violently with both hands, and breaks them asunder. At the same moment rushing upon the nearest soldier, she seizes his sword and hurries out. All gaze after her, transfixed with astonishment.]