Friedrich Schiller - The Maid of Orleans (Act 5 Scene 3) lyrics

CHARCOAL-BURNER'S WIFE comes out of the hut with a bowl. A Boy. WIFE It is our boy whom we expected back. [To JOHANNA.] Drink, noble maiden! may God bless it to you! CHARCOAL-BURNER (to his son) Art come, Anet? What news? [The boy looks at JOHANNA, who is just raising the bowl to her lips; he recognizes her, steps forward, and snatches it from her.] BOY Oh, mother! mother! Whom do you entertain? This is the witch Of Orleans! CHARCOAL-BURNER (and his WIFE) God be gracious to our souls! [They cross themselves and fly.]