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 A Drama in ' Three Acts 
 BY ERNEST A. GERRARD 
 
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 Copyright, 1904, by 
 Ernest A, Gerrard 
 
 The Ivy Pre$s 
 
PRELUDE 
 
 AN IDYLLIC VIEW OF DOMREMY 
 
 "Jeanne Listening to the Voices" 
 
 May 2, 1429. 
 
 In the distance across the meadow 
 appear the village church and Jeanne's 
 home^ 
 
 Jeanne is discovered in the foreground 
 at the foot of a tree, with distaff and wool, 
 spinning, 
 
 A vision of St Michael in armor apf 
 pears in mid^air. Jeanne stops spinning! 
 she rises) distaff and spindle fall to the 
 ground, As the vision moves slowly away 
 she stretches forth her arms in longing, and 
 so remains, transfixed, 
 
 {Curtain), 
 
THE CHARACTERS: 
 
 Charles VII {King of France) , 
 
 Alencon, Jean Duke d' {Cousin to Charles). 
 
 Richemont, Arthur Count de ( Uncle to Ale n^' 
 
 con), 
 Dunois, Jean {Bastard of Orleans). 
 La Hire j 
 
 Xaintrailles r {Captains at Orleans). 
 Vendome ' 
 
 Pierre le Cannonier (a tinker). 
 Tremoille^ George de la {King's Favorite). 
 Rheims, Archbishop of {Chancellor of 
 
 France). 
 d'Harcourt, Christopher) .^ .. x 
 deBoisy ^iCoutUtrs). 
 
 Loyseleur, Nicolas {tool to La Tremoille). 
 
 Pierre de Versailles {priest) . 
 
 Michel de Saint Valiereen (old Norman 
 
 astrologer) . 
 Jean Pasquerel (Jeanne's almoner), 
 jaques d'Arc (Jeanne's father). 
 Durand Laxart (Jeanne's uncle). 
 Pierre Couchon (Bishop of Beauvais) , 
 Jean Lamaitre ( Vice^Inquisitor of the Faith). 
 Jean d'Estivet {promotor of the trial), 
 Abbe de Fecamp x 
 Jean Beaupere w ' j \ 
 
 Jacques deTouraine ( ^^ S^^f' 
 Nicolas Midi ^ 
 
 Ysambard de la Pierre (friendly judge) . 
 William Colles \ r ^ ' \ 
 William Manchon [ («<"«"")' 
 
Jean Massieu (^executor of orders and ciia'^ 
 
 tions). 
 Earl of Suffolk ) (English leaders at 
 Lord Talbot f Orleans)* 
 
 Earl of Warwick ( Governor of Rouen Castle)* 
 Earl of Stafford, 
 
 Mary of Anjou (Queen of France)* 
 Yoland of Arragon (the Queen's mother), 
 Jeanne d'Arc, 
 
 {Citizens, recruits, tnen^at^artns, pages, 
 heralds, squires, knights, judges, priests, 
 minstrels, courtiers, ladies of the court, etc) 
 
ACT L 
 
 The throne-^rooxn in the Castle of Chinon, 
 
 thft T.riKONf.R'por-c,ffrre"iC *iTLi>or<: msion^ 
 
 It IS evening. Candles on the table, the 
 mantle, and in wall^brackets light the room. 
 
 On the left is discovered a temporary 
 throne, on either side of which are a few 
 heavy chairs. Behind it is a great tapestry 
 displaying the arms of France, Beyond the 
 throne are a pier^^ glass, two small tables, a 
 door, and more chairs, 
 
 On the right there is a great fire-place, 
 with a bench on either side, near the center 
 
 I, 9 
 
of the room a door, beyond the door chairs, 
 a ad in the corner a tabie. 
 
 At tlie rear there is a large doorway 
 ftom which a carpet leads up the center of 
 the room until opposite the dais where it 
 ti'jrns and runs up the steps to the royal 
 chairs. 
 
 The room is hung with tapestries of the 
 fourteenth century, and is decorated with 
 armour, old lances, and trophies of the chase 
 
 It is Monday, April 25, 1429, 
 
 10 
 
ACT I, SCENE L 
 
 {Neat the throne are discovered a 
 cowled monk (Loyscleur) and a gaudily 
 dressed courtier (La Tfcmoiilc) In earnest 
 conversation.) 
 
 La Tfcmoillc, — 
 
 As for our Dauphin, King, 
 {sarcastically) 
 
 The little King of Bourges, 
 
 He does but as I will. 
 
 His power is naught* 
 
 There, to the south, 
 
 Lie Poitiers and Limoges, 
 
 Long since o'erwhelmcd; 
 
 The West and North,— 
 
 Angers, Paris, Rouen, Calais, — 
 
 Are ail in English hands; 
 
 Eastward, Burgundy controls 
 
 Champagne and Lorraine; 
 
 We sit here at Chinon 
 
 In idle impotence, 
 
 Waiting until we lose QJ'lcans, 
 
 A day, -.#,.,* a year. 
 
 And Charles will rule no more ; 
 
 But in his place 
 
 Will sit bold Burgundy, 
 
 Or English Bedford 
 
 For the child now England's King. 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 (shaking his head) 
 I, i. 11 
 
No Englishman can tulc in France. 
 
 ( craftily insin ua ting) 
 On my way each place I stopped, 
 The people, sick of war, 
 Would welcome Burgundy as King 
 If he but brought them peace. 
 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 ( witli determina tion ) 
 
 Aye, Loyselcur, 
 
 They shall so welcome him> 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 And many doubt the birth of Charles, 
 
 Saying his father was 
 
 Sire Louis de Boisredon/ 
 
 La Tremoiile, — 
 
 He sometimes doubts his birth himself, 
 As well he may. Yet his manner, 
 Face, his very indolence 
 Point him out his father's son> 
 
 (shrugging his shoulders) 
 It matters not. For us 
 There is one thing to do, but one. 
 Since alone 1 albot would claim Orleans, 
 Will not withdraw 
 And let the town in peace 
 Surrender unto Burgundy, 
 The town must be sustained* 
 
 {after a moment's meditation) 
 Return and promise Burgundy 
 Since England would not 
 Have him rule in France, 
 But hopes to snatch from Charles' 
 Fast weakening grasp the prize. 
 To hold for her boy King, 
 That we will do our best 
 12 1, i. 
 
To aid Orleans, with money^ 
 
 Men/ and victualed store, 
 
 Til England cries enough, 
 
 Will yield the ground to him. 
 (Loyselcur nods wittingly,) 
 
 Once proven that without him 
 
 England cannot take Orleans, 
 
 Without him cannot conquer, 
 
 Then they will seek him out 
 
 And let him lead ; 
 
 So Burgundy shall rule all France! 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 Our hopes secured! 
 
 {Both xnove toward the door to the 
 ^ right) 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 As for the money and the men/at^arms 
 
 'Twere well he send what aid he can; 
 
 Secretly, .*.*., secretly^ 
 
 Whatever else may chance, 
 
 If Orleans fall, his force withdrawn, 
 
 Our cause is lost forever- 
 
 Make that clear. 
 Loyseieur, — 
 
 He shall understand, 
 
 FareweiL 
 La Tremoille,— 
 
 Until you come again, 
 
 (Loyseieur departs, La Tremoille 
 moves toward the fireplace,) 
 
 1, 1 13 
 
ACT I, SCENE IL 
 
 {The dauphin Charles, gowned, hi'' 
 towed by two courtiers (de Boisy and d'Har** 
 court), enters from the left The courtiers 
 stop at the pier ''glass. Guards take their 
 places at each entrance, Charles, having 
 found La Tremoillc, looks pleased, then, ob^ 
 serving the departing monk, his face clouds 
 with suspicion,) 
 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 {discovering Charles, perturbed, 
 hastening toward him ) 
 My Lord? my king; 
 Are you so restless? 
 
 Could not the minstrels nor the maidens 
 Hold you for a time? 
 You seemed right well content 
 A moment since^ 
 Charles, — 
 
 Un doubt, coining forward) 
 Who was that went out, but now ? 
 
 (petulantly) 
 For him you left us. 
 La Tremoillc, — 
 
 (familiarly) 
 A monk with news from the Pope. 
 
 (He leads Charles forward to the 
 fire-place,) 
 Charles, — 
 
 (smiling weakly, his suspicion gone) 
 14 I, XX, 
 
The Pope at Pansicole; 
 
 Of the one at Rome ? 
 La Tfemoiile, — 
 
 Martin, the Fifth, of Rome, 
 
 The monk says, 
 
 If worst comes to worsts here, 
 
 We can find safe asylum 
 
 Thru the South in Spain. 
 Charles, — 
 
 (dejected) 
 
 It must be there, or else in Scotland. 
 (restlessly) 
 
 I did not like his face; 
 
 Twas dark and evil purposed. 
 
 Better minstrels than monks, 
 
 Though both are ill enough. 
 
 Both must be paid — 
 
 Both flock thickest 
 
 Where the money flows freest, 
 {abstracted) 
 
 In Scotland, or in Spain. 
 La Trcmoille, — 
 
 {before the fire) 
 
 He was a bird of passage 
 
 On his way to Denmark; 
 
 We shall never sec him again. 
 
 Where are the Oueen and all the court? 
 Clharles, — 
 
 {preoccupied) 
 
 They are still dancing. 
 
 I came hoping 
 
 You would have news of the Maid, 
 La Trcmoille, — 
 
 The Maid! What Maid? 
 
 She of Domremy ? 
 
 I, ii. 15 
 
(shaking his head) 
 At Poitiers 
 
 The church has found her out 
 And sent her home, 
 'Twas but a simple wench ; I wonder 
 That she made so great a noise* 
 "Why since she came the astrologer. 
 Saint Vallereen, has been deserted, 
 Yet no one reads the stars^ 
 Can tell the past and future 
 Of a life, as he, 
 Charles, — 
 
 (uninterested) 
 He promised me my horoscope to-day. 
 
 ( wistfully) 
 She said that God had sent her. 
 La Tremoiile, — 
 
 (sitting down on the bench) 
 And saying so but iie,d. 
 It will take meH'-alvarms 
 And guns to save Orleans^ 
 Not country maids, but rather gold, 
 God has other things to do, 
 Charles, — 
 
 (moving fcrwatdf disconsolate) 
 Our stores are gone; 
 Out money spent? 
 If God come not to our aid 
 Our cause is lost, 
 Orleans will end it all, 
 
 (La Tremoiile nods his bead in ss<^ 
 sent, following Charles with his 
 eyes, ) 
 Charles (cont), — 
 
 (^yearningly) 
 16 h ii. 
 
She said she came from God, 
 Would save Orleans and afterward 
 Would lead the way to Rheims 
 
 {entranced, looking afar) 
 And have me crowned as King, 
 The King of France! 
 La Trcmoille, — 
 
 {behind his back, startled, rising) 
 Crowned, as well! 
 
 (intensely) 
 Would have you crowned! 
 
 {mastering his emotion) 
 She claims to be sent by God 
 And yet would have you crowned? 
 
 {sarcastically, smoothly) 
 Is she then sure 
 You are the only and true son 
 Of the late mad King? 
 Charles, — 
 
 {wide eyed, with shriveled soul, 
 whispering hoarsely) 
 My mother wanton, wanton; 
 Am I my father's son? 
 Who might my father be ? 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 {pleased at the effect on Charles) 
 The maiden talks more wild 
 Than frightened geese 
 In a winter's storm, 
 
 Charles, - - 
 
 {aside, fearful, fascinated by the 
 thought) 
 The horoscope ,,,,,.,,., 
 The horoscope ,.,,,>,',. 
 {He moves about restlessly.) 
 
 I, a 17 
 
La Tremoille (cont), — 
 
 To drive the English from Orleans 
 Were miracle enough, 
 But to march from here 
 Through all the north to Rheims 
 Would need Saint Michael 
 Leading on a hundred times 
 The force we can command. 
 
 It was a dream, 
 The maid shall home 
 And tend her sheep, 
 While we urge on the war, 
 
 Charles, — 
 
 {despondent, overwhelmed by his 
 difficuhies) 
 I know not} , . , hope is dead. 
 
 {He sinks to the bench, his head in 
 his hands,) 
 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 Not yet, my Lord, Do not despair, 
 
 (secretly plotting) 
 Tis known that Burgundy, 
 Angered at the English, 
 Because they would not withdraw 
 And let Orleans surrender to his hand, 
 Has ordered all his men-at-arms away. 
 The English are alone, 
 If we can hold Orleans, 
 If, while he quarrels with England, 
 We can settle terms of peace 
 With Burgundy? then, with his aid. 
 Defeat the English, 
 We will win, and France 
 Find peace and quietude again. 
 
 18 I, ii. 
 
Charles< — 
 
 {spiritless, uninterested) 
 Do as you will. It matters not ; 
 If only France find peace, 
 
 Who would be a King 
 
 To fight and strive 
 
 And earn a people's hate 
 
 But to be their King ! 
 
 I would I were a peasant 
 
 Born in sunshine Italy, unknown. 
 
 My mother dissolute, my father crazed 
 My brother poisoned ; my uncle, 
 He who killed Orleans, 
 Even before my eyes, murdered 
 ,.»,,.,, hy my friends, 
 Wanton , , , . ^ dissolute , , , . 
 
 I, ii« 19 
 
ACT I, SCENE III 
 
 {Enter Alencon from the rear, Cotn^ 
 ing forward tie salutes the courtiers and 
 hastens to Charles,) 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 {to ChaHes.) 
 Alencon, 
 Charles, — 
 
 {rising) 
 Gentle Cousin, what brings you 
 To our deserted court? 
 Alencon, — 
 
 (somewhat excited) 
 My cousin, our King, 
 The country/'side's afire. 
 The people everywhere proclaim a vir^' 
 
 gin 
 Who is to save Orleans ! 
 A maid from out the marches of Lor^ 
 raine ! 
 Charles, — 
 
 (brightening) 
 Jeanne of Domremy. 
 
 {The courtiers Join the group,) 
 Alencon, — 
 
 The story runs 
 
 That Marie d' Avingnon foretold 
 A maiden who should come, bearing 
 arms, 
 20 I, Hi. 
 
Who would delivef all of France 
 From out the English hands. 
 La Tfcmoille, — 
 (coldly) 
 That story has been noised about, 
 
 de Boisy, — 
 
 A . « > . « a most preposterous womani 
 Is she not, , * , * Sicur George? 
 
 Charles, — 
 
 {lamely) 
 
 She is now at Poitiers* 
 Alencon, — 
 
 So I have learned- 
 
 And soon will come again, 
 
 I was hunting in the forest 
 
 When first I heard} 
 
 There is little else to do these days, — 
 
 To hunt or else be hunted. 
 
 The farms overrun, deserted; 
 
 The peasants hemmed in castles 
 
 Or in towns} 
 
 The lands a barren waste} 
 
 So to gain a moment's brief forgetfulness, 
 
 I went into the forest seeking deer, 
 
 'Twas there I learned of her* 
 
 I chanced upon three outlaws 
 
 Quartered in the wood, 
 
 Roasting meat upon an open firC' 
 
 I ate with them* 
 
 They were honest men enough} 
 
 Robbed, their wives and children slain, 
 
 They have in turn turned bandit. 
 
 Now they wait to fight for the Maid, 
 
 They say she rides a horse 
 I, iii 21 
 
Even as a man. 
 
 (Charles nods his head.) 
 de Boisy, — 
 
 And wears man's clothes; 
 
 Most unbeseeming; is it not » . * 
 {He turns to La Tremoillc.) 
 Charles, — 
 
 She is most strange; 
 
 She wields a lance bravely> 
 
 And yet her companions say 
 
 She never did the like before. 
 
 She prophesied a sword at Fierbois; 
 
 In doubt, the priests dug in the ground 
 
 Behind the altar and found it. 
 
 She seems inspired^ 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 (disgruntled) 
 
 The child is crazed. 
 
 We sent her on to Poitiers; 
 
 The doctors there will send her home- 
 Alencon, — 
 
 From what I hear 
 
 She rather seems divinely sane. 
 
 All acclaim she is sent of God 
 
 To save Orleans and France. 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 (sarcastically) 
 
 Do you think a maiden can save France 
 
 When men^at'^arms have not availed? 
 Alencon,— 
 
 {scornfully) 
 
 When a leader will not lead^ 
 
 But sits with women, fools, 
 
 And minstrels o'er the wine, 
 
 What more should be expected? 
 22 I, iii 
 
Were Richemont 
 Leader of the men-at-arms 
 Then arms might well avail! 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 (with irrision) 
 A bold brave youth ; 
 Who has been hunting , . . , bunnies 1 
 If you desire war 
 Why don't you join 
 Your traitorous uncle, Richemont? 
 Aiencon, — 
 
 (proudly) 
 The only man of royal blood 
 Who dares engage in war! 
 The one lone patriot of France! 
 You call him traitor, 
 You who sit in indolence 
 And let the kingdom slip. 
 Bit by bit, from out your grasp, 
 Whi'e he in harness faces death, 
 it Boisy, — 
 
 (unnoticed) 
 But, gentle Duke, 
 But, but we do our best* 
 Don't we Sieur ,,,,,, 
 Alencon,^ — 
 
 (continuously) 
 Who are the patriots of France 1 
 Who in arms defend her ? 
 Not you, .,,,., nor you, 
 
 (de Boisy stops openmouthed) 
 But even the tinkers^ tailors, 
 Cobblers, greasy cooks^ 
 
 (de Boisy is nauseated. La Tre** 
 moille smiles ironically) 
 I, iii. 23 
 
Within the wall of brave Orleans^ 
 
 And peasant youths without, 
 
 Led on by Xaintrailles, La Hire, 
 
 The bastard of Orleans; 
 
 Such alone now fight for France. 
 {shrugging his shoulders) 
 
 For France! There is no France, 
 
 They fight for love of home and peace. 
 
 Since Agincourt the Knights of France 
 
 Have dared not meet their English con'' 
 querors. 
 
 There are no longer knights in France, 
 de Boisy, — 
 
 (greatly excited) 
 
 But but, but you can't expect us 
 
 To fight along with greasy cooks, 
 
 Not with greasy cooks? 
 
 Can we Sieur George ? 
 La Tremoillc, — 
 
 Peace, you tire the King. 
 
 dc Boisy, — 
 
 I , , / I beg his highness' pardon, 
 
 But now ....,,, 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 Peace; be still. 
 Alencon, — 
 
 For forty years 
 
 France has been torn with strife* 
 
 When the King went mad 
 
 Our uncles, seeking power, 
 
 Practised every crime, — 
 
 Rebellion, treason, murder, — 
 
 Each hating each, until 
 
 The kingdom was disrupted. 
 
 The people in despair, 
 24 I Hi- 
 
The English, waiting, saw our weakness, 
 
 Urged theif yeoman over, 
 
 And have turned our land 
 
 To one great barren waste, 
 
 We sit in idleness; 
 
 Orleans fights alone; 
 
 The people hate us* 
 
 Burgundy, still seeking power 
 
 Assists our further ruin, 
 
 (bitterly) 
 A thousand curses on the hands 
 Would haul on their own heads 
 Their home abode. 
 Zharles, — 
 
 {weakly) 
 If help come not from God 
 We shall be lost, 
 ^lencon,- 
 
 (despairing) 
 And you here empty the treasury 
 On idle triumphs, masks, lascivious 
 shows, 
 
 (La Tremoille smiles sarcastically. 
 
 Shouting IS heard without) 
 Charles, — 
 
 (shrinking) 
 They are shouting in the street, 
 ^lencon, — 
 
 The Maid's return 
 Was momently expected 
 When I came in the gates; 
 She may have come. 
 
 (A herald's trumpet sounds, ) 
 Charles, — 
 
 (expectantly to La Tremoille) 
 
Do you think it can be she? 
 La Tf emoille, — 
 
 {shaking his head) 
 We should first have heard. 
 
 % I nl 
 
ACT I, SCENE IV, 
 
 {Enter a messtnger from the rear as 
 more cheering is heard in the distance. ) 
 
 Messenger, — 
 
 (to Charles,) 
 The council has feturncd from Poitiers, 
 Pierre de Versailles would bring you 
 their report. 
 
 Charles, — 
 
 {excitedly, with LaTremoille's con'^ 
 sent) 
 We will receive him here, 
 
 ( The messenger departs. ) 
 
 h iV' 2f 
 
ACT I, SCENE V, 
 
 Charles, — 
 
 {to himself t lull of hope) 
 The maiden has returned ! 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 What fondness makes you credit 
 This girl's madness ? 
 How can she aid Orleans ? 
 Charles, — 
 
 (with hesitation) 
 I heard she was prefigured 
 In prophecies of Merlin, 
 Who said a virgin should come 
 From out the oak-^woods of the Vosges 
 To lead our armies against the English* 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 (shrugging his shoulders) 
 A maid, ,,,,.. a woman, 
 de Boisy, — 
 
 (swelling his chest) 
 A chit of a girl. 
 No higher than, than , , , > , 
 Alencon, — 
 
 Than you are, my Lord ? 
 
 (de Boisy turns away vexedly,) 
 de Boisy, — 
 
 She will come here no more } 
 Will she, Sieur , * . / , 
 Aiencon, — 
 
 (moving forward with pleasure) 
 La Hire! 
 26 I, v. 
 
ACT I, SCENE VI. 
 
 (La Hire, Vendome, knights, squires, 
 and men at arms with torches, enter from 
 the right. Through the open doorway the 
 excited noises of the street are heard,) 
 
 La Hire, — 
 
 ( coming forward) 
 What Alencon, you here 
 With the King and his fond butterflies? 
 (The courtiers shrink from him) 
 La Hire, (cont). — 
 
 (to Charles) 
 The maiden has returned, 
 The grey cowles^ 
 Having exorcised her well, 
 Have now resumed their beads; 
 Shall we resume the war? 
 Or would you still remain 
 The King of Bourges 
 With these most gallant gentles 
 By your side? 
 Charles,r — 
 
 ( appreh ensive ) 
 Have you heard of the council; 
 What did the prelates say ? 
 La Hire. — 
 
 I know not/ 
 The maiden is for war; 
 I, vi. 29 
 
So are we all 
 
 rU have no need of priests 
 
 Until I am in hell v/here 
 
 May all the English armies usher me. 
 
 {sternly) 
 Six weeks have passed in idleness 
 Since the Virgin came; 
 Six weeks within the walls we've waited/ 
 Waited on you here to move? 
 
 {bluntly, to La Tremoille) 
 What have you done ? 
 Sent her away from us 
 To Poitiers, , , . . to priests. 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 {suavely) 
 A peasant girl, why wait on her? 
 If you would war the way is free, 
 de Boisy, — 
 
 But he has no Knights; 
 
 There's nothing but a rabble 
 
 In Orleans, most common fellows, 
 
 ( turning to d'Harcourt for confirni>^ 
 at ion) 
 And, . , , , and cooks* 
 
 {The knights and squires laugh 
 heartily. Charles, diverted, 
 amused, listens, never taking the 
 lead in the conversation, ) 
 La Hire, — 
 
 Most common fellows. 
 Praise God no knights. 
 No raging knights like you, 
 And brave monsieur. 
 
 (La Hire's squire slaps de Boisy on 
 the shoulder much to his dis^' 
 gust) 
 30 I, vi. 
 
La Hire {cont), — 
 
 (to Alencon) 
 The day before I came away- 
 One of my men, a tinker, 
 One who mends your pans, that tinkle, 
 
 (^The squire slaps de Boisy again.) 
 And your bellows, that blow, 
 
 (^indicating La Tremoille) 
 This tinker came to me 
 With a new.'made carronade 
 And asked where he should mount it. 
 The fourth shot smashed a timber 
 On the Eastern English tower 
 And carried down three Goddams« 
 Since the battle of the Herrings 
 Our knights have flown away* 
 
 (to de Boisy) 
 Were you in Orleans 
 You'd chip stone round 
 For cannon balls. 
 
 {Bravos and laughter by the men^ 
 at^arms,) 
 
 Alencon, — 
 
 How fare the army and the citizens? 
 
 La Hire, — 
 
 Impatient of the Maid's delay 
 They sent me hither, 
 All the city is riotous, expectant.. 
 We cannot urge a move 
 But some will say, 
 "Wait for the Maid." 
 And so we wait, 
 When I went out the gates 
 In an uproar the army 
 Followed me and cried, — 
 I,vi 31 
 
''Bfing back the Maid, the Maid! 
 But bring the Virgin, 
 Sent of God to save Orleans, 
 And we will storm the gates of hell!" 
 (shrugging) 
 But here they wait upon 
 The sleek and well-fed priests, 
 
 {turning on La Trcmoille) 
 What have priests to do with war? 
 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 The maiden claims to come from God, 
 Who then should Judge her but the 
 church? 
 
 de Boisy, — 
 
 The church of course^ eh » « . * 
 
 La Hire, — 
 
 If any man 
 
 Can look within her eyes and say 
 That aught of evil dwells therein 
 That man is damned. 
 
 (Charles is pleased,) 
 
 Vendome, — 
 
 God never fashioned purer souL 
 
 La Hire's Squire, — 
 
 When on her way a knight, 
 With evil in his heart. 
 Blasphemed her even to God/ 
 With pity in her voice 
 She turned and questioned sadly, — 
 "Why do you curse the Lord 
 
 Who art so soon to die?" 
 Within the hour the man 
 Fell into the Loire, and drowned 
 32 I, Ti, 
 
(The men-at-arms cross them- 
 selves, One whispers, *' 'Within 
 the hour,'* another "and 
 drowned,") 
 La Hire — 
 
 While France is meat for every 
 English carrion crow that flies, 
 For Burgundian buzzards 
 Who eat our vitals out, 
 We sit us down in forced idleness, 
 Where is the Maid ? 
 Let her lead on. 
 Alencon, — 
 
 Would she were here, 
 La Tremoille. — 
 
 Being sent of God, 
 
 We submitted her unto the Church, 
 
 Until the Church agree 
 
 Wc cannot move* 
 
 33 
 
ACT I, SCENE VIL 
 
 (Enter from the left the Archbishop of 
 Rheims with five priests, some bearing 
 torches,) 
 
 La Hif e, — 
 
 Lo, with dignity, the priests appear} 
 The Bishop hath his pr iestict 
 By the ear, 
 
 AlencoQ, — 
 
 (indicating the Bishop) 
 The great temporizer. 
 Who makes war with soft fair words. 
 La Hire, — 
 
 And much pouting, 
 
 (All move forward to meet them, 
 the men-at-arms laughing,) 
 
 34 I, vii. 
 
ACT I, SCENE VIII, 
 
 i Enter from the tight the Queen, Lady 
 Yoland, court ladies, minstrels, extremely 
 dressed courtiers, squires with numerous 
 torches, pages, etc, The court ladies are 
 elaborately gowned and wear immense head 
 dresses [hennins],) 
 
 
 Courtiars ^.„>^ 
 
 5- • •• •• •• \ 
 
 Keims* ©^lencoT^w \ \^ 
 
 Itt H,re» iia-IreneilJe 
 
 The THrone Room iw tne Castle or Cmnon 
 
 Rheims, — 
 
 ( fo Charles, his lips working he^ 
 
 fore he speaks) 
 
 Pierre de Versailles, together with Mai*' 
 
 tre Jean Erault, and Maitre Jourdain 
 
 Morin have come from Poitiers/ bear*' 
 
 I, viii» 
 
 35 
 
ing the judgment of the Holy Church 
 there late assembled concerning 
 Jeanne, the maid from Domremy. 
 Charles, — 
 
 (anxiously, with hesitation) 
 We will hear their judgment, 
 
 La Hire, — 
 
 Pray God it be brieL 
 Rheims, — 
 
 (presenting the priest) 
 Pierre de Versailles, Abbot of Talmont, 
 will deliver their report/ 
 
 (H/s lips continue their querulous 
 movements,) 
 Pierre de Versailles, — 
 (bowing) 
 Most gracious King, we bring to you the 
 opinion of the Doctors, requested by 
 your Majesty touching the faith of the 
 Maid sent of God? 
 
 (reading from a paper) 
 "The King, seeing the necessity of him/ 
 self and the kingdom, and considering 
 the continued prayers of his poor peo/^ 
 pie to God and of all others loving 
 peace and justice, ought not to doubt 
 nor cast aside the Maid/' 
 
 (The men^'at-^arms applaud,) 
 
 "who herself says she is sent 
 of God to give succor to him; nor 
 ought he to insist that her promises 
 are themselves human works? neither 
 should nor ought he to believe in her 
 too soon nor too lightly." 
 
 (The priests nod their heads,) 
 36 I, viii. 
 
"But, following the Holy 
 Scfiptufc, it is necessary to try her 
 in two waysj that is to test by human 
 prudence in inquiring into her life, 
 past and present, as says Saint Paul the 
 Apostle, 'Probate Spiritus si ex Deo 
 sunt'; and by devout orison, to re*' 
 quire a sign or a divine work by which 
 it could be judged if she came of God," 
 (The priests agree,) 
 
 "As for the first, which is 
 by human prudence, the King has had 
 proven the^said Maid concerning her 
 life, birthfc intention, and has had her 
 guarded with him the space of six 
 weeks that all might examine her, 
 clerks, churchmen, soldiers, and worn** 
 en; and wisely and discreetly has she 
 conversed with all, and in her no one 
 has found evil but only true humility, 
 purity, devotion, honesty, simpleness, 
 and of her birth and life several mar^ 
 vels are spoken as true/' 
 
 {The women and all the court 
 whisper among themselves, ''It 
 is so," "It is true") 
 
 "As to the second manner 
 of probation the King has demanded a 
 sign, to which she has responded that 
 before Orleans she will show it, and not 
 in any other place, for thus to her is it 
 ordained by God," 
 
 {The knights and men^at^'arms 
 shout, "On to Orleans! Let her 
 lead us to Orleans!" 
 
 "Considering the King has 
 I« viii. 37 
 
made probation of thc^said Maid, inso-' 
 much as to him was possible* and has 
 found no evil in hcf, {applause) and 
 considering her response, which is to 
 give a divine sign before Orleans, 
 {applause) and seeing her constancy 
 and perseverance in her purpose^ and 
 her request to go at once to Orleans to 
 show there the divine sign, {applause) 
 the King ought not to hinder her from 
 going to Orleans with his men^'at^ 
 arms {Increasing applause) but ought 
 to have her taken beseemly while 
 trusting in the Lord, {wild tumult^ 
 uo us cheering) For to doubt or delay 
 her without the appearance of evil 
 would be repugnant to the Holy Spirit, 
 and would render the King himself 
 unworthy the aid of God. For as said 
 Gamaliel in a council of the Jews in 
 regard to the apostles, — 'If this work 
 be of men it will come to nought; but 
 if it be of God ye dare not overthrow 
 it, lest ye be found to fight even 
 against God/ " 
 
 La Hire, — 
 
 "Wisdom from the mouths of babes and 
 sucklings, 
 
 Men^at/arms, ladies, and knights, — 
 Command the Maid ! 
 Let us relieve Orleans ! 
 
 {The throng breaks up hustling 
 and talking. Rheims consults 
 La Tremoille aside. ) 
 
 38 I, viil 
 
La Hire, — 
 
 {moving to Charles) 
 Even the church agrees. 
 Shall she now lead us? 
 Charles, — 
 
 ( eagerly, excited) 
 Where is she? 
 Let us appoint her, 
 
 {to La Tremoille) 
 Let us have her. 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 She shall appear, 
 
 {to Lord Vendome) 
 My Lord Vendome, 
 Will you summon the Maid 
 To appear, at once, 
 Before his majesty, the King, 
 Vendome, — 
 {bowing) 
 I will, my Lord, 
 
 (Vendome accompanied by two 
 squires with torches departs on 
 his errand, La Hire's squire 
 follows him,) 
 
 I, viii 39 
 
ACT I SCENE IX. 
 
 ( The throng breaks up into little ani^ 
 mated groups. Courtiers and ladies amuse 
 themselves with flirtation and laughter. The 
 minstrels near the fireplace strum on their 
 viols. Rheims and La Trcmoille lead Charles 
 aside. The priests and men-at-arms talk of 
 the trial) 
 
 Alencon, — 
 
 (greeting Lady Yoland and the 
 Queen) 
 What do you think of the Maid? 
 
 Lady Yoland, — 
 
 {earnestly) 
 
 She is a most pure virgin/ 
 
 When speaking of her mission 
 
 Her soul burns in her eyes 
 
 As 'twould consume her body. 
 
 She seems possessed 
 
 Of some great spirit. 
 Queen, — 
 
 I am filled with awe 
 
 Each time I look on her? 
 
 She is akin with God. 
 
 Lady Yoland, — 
 At times 
 
 She is as simple and sweet 
 As any village maiden, 
 40 I. ix. 
 
Chaste and prudent, 
 
 With zeal for all things 
 
 Good and righteous. 
 A Lady, — 
 
 She has a comely wit. 
 Lady Yoland, — 
 
 She is full of grace 
 
 And worthy of great trust. 
 
 {The Queen and others agree,) 
 
 I, ix. 41 
 
ACT I, SCENE X, 
 
 (Enter Michel de Saint Vallereen, the 
 old Norman astrologer, He pauses a mo/ 
 ment looking about,' then marches solemnly 
 to Charles,) 
 
 Alencon, — 
 
 The Norman Astfologer! 
 
 What has he been reading in the stars? 
 Lady Yoland, — 
 
 Let us listen, 
 Charles, — 
 
 {excitedly) 
 
 Saint Vallereen! 
 
 You have finished the reading? 
 
 What have you learned? 
 
 What of my future, of my birth? 
 Saint Vallereen/ - 
 
 {slowly, impressively) 
 
 Most noble Dauphin 
 
 The horoscope is ended* 
 
 Of the past nothing can be toldj 
 
 Tis wrapped in gloom, in darkness. 
 Charles, — 
 
 Lost; the past is dead. 
 Saint Vallereen, — 
 
 At your birth a thousand forces 
 
 Strove against your future? 
 
 War, rebellion, envy, hate 
 
 The stars proclaimed, 
 
 Yet place and sovereignty, 
 42 I. X. 
 
iominously) 
 Saturn was in the eleventh house? 
 Mercury in the fifth, 
 In the sixth the Moon 
 Opposed itself to Mars, 
 But the sun shone bold 
 In the house of dignity and honour, 
 
 (looking at La Tremoille) 
 Beware your too close friends; 
 They will be found your enemies. 
 In banquets and ease your health 
 And gold will waste away. 
 In war you will be led} 
 You will not lead, 
 Alencon, — 
 
 (moving toward him excitedly) 
 And of the future; 
 What of the prophecy of Merlin? 
 
 Saint Vallereen (cont,), — 
 
 In the ninth house^ 
 
 Between the Sun and the Moon, 
 
 A short-lived Virgin Star appeared, 
 
 Trust in that Star; 
 
 It brings you the favor of God! 
 
 (The assemblage is thrilled.) 
 Charles, — 
 
 It is the Maid ; 
 
 It is the Maid! 
 
 Saint Vallereen (cont.), — 
 
 Jupiter and Venus bespoke 
 Fortune to come, long life and love; 
 Both are friendly to Mars, 
 
 You will desire peace, 
 Yet all your life have war; 
 
 I, X. 43 
 
You will desire power, 
 Others will dictate for you; 
 Yet France shall be united, 
 
 Trust in your kingly authority; 
 Trust in love and war; 
 Trust not in your friends; 
 Rely upon the Lord I 
 Charles, — 
 
 (ecstatically) 
 King of France united ; 
 Through the Maid 1 
 
 ( The people In excited groups con" 
 verse with each other.) 
 La Trcmoilie, — 
 
 (frowning angrily) 
 Old man 
 
 Who bribed you to this prophecy ? 
 Saint Vallereen, — 
 
 It is so writ in Heaven, 
 Read the stars! 
 
 (Scorning La Trcmoilie he turns 
 and departs, ) 
 
 44 I, X. 
 
ACT I, SCENE XL 
 
 Charles, — 
 
 (to himself) 
 
 The Maid shall save us; 
 
 The Maid shall save us I 
 La Tf emoille, — 
 
 ( to Charles intensely) 
 
 I see no need of trusting our wars 
 
 To ignorance and stupidity^ 
 
 What if the cow^girl 
 
 Be innocent and pure, 
 
 Or free of evil spirits* 
 
 It does not follow that 
 
 She is chosen by God 
 
 To lead the men-at-arms. 
 Rheims, — 
 
 (peevishly) 
 
 Let her go with the men/at^arms, 
 
 "Be conducted/' as the council saithj 
 
 But do not trust the army 
 
 To her inexperience/ 
 
 She knows nothing of war. 
 La Hire, — 
 
 {coming forward) 
 
 If God has chosen her to lead/ 
 
 Then she shall lead, not follow^ 
 
 Put us off no longer. 
 The Men/atArms, — 
 
 God has chosen I 
 
 She shall command us! 
 I, xi. 45 
 
La Tf emoille, — 
 
 Wc have no proof from God} 
 
 Her word is all. 
 La Hire, — 
 
 It is enough, 
 
 (La Hire's squire reenters,) 
 
 46 I, xu 
 
ACT I SCENE XIL 
 
 La Hire's Squire, — 
 
 ( to La Hire, adjusting his harness) 
 The people of the city 
 Are going wild, 
 
 A thousand torches on the streets 
 Have turned the night to day. 
 And everywhere they throng 
 The ways and cry, — 
 'The Maid, , . . , the Maid! 
 The Maid shall save Orleans!" 
 
 ( The people within catch the en** 
 thusiasm and shout, — "The 
 Maidr ''Orleans!" "To warH 
 
 La Hire, — 
 
 They have found her? 
 She is coming? 
 
 La Hire's Squire, — 
 
 She is on the way, 
 
 {AH move toward and watch the 
 doorway. From without v/ord 
 is passed f the people within fate 
 it up, murmuring, "She is cor^j^ 
 ing," "She comes f she comes ^' 
 Outside the tumult increases ttn'' 
 til it bursts in at the doors a> 
 the heralds* trumpets softnd.) 
 
 I, xu, 47 
 
ACT I SCENE XIIL 
 
 ( The Dauphin and the Queen take their 
 places of state on the throne, The courtiers 
 and ladies with much gayety and nonchal" 
 ance group themselves about them. At the 
 doorway there is cheering and the blowing 
 of trumpets, Then, preceded by heralds, 
 accompanied by Vendomc, followed by her 
 squires and men^at^'arais Jeanne enters, 
 She is quiet, dignified, naive, earnest. In 
 the hushed silence she approaches the 
 throne and kneels before the Dauphin*) 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (in a low thrilled voice) 
 Gentle Dauphin, 
 I am sent/ and I have come 
 To you ,,.,.,, from God, 
 To give succor unto you 
 And to your kingdom* 
 
 (The court 1 silenced, listens eager if 
 ly, intently,) 
 Through me the King of Heaven 
 Sends you word 
 You will be consecrated soon 
 And crowned at Rheimsj 
 And that you will be 
 Lieutenant of the King of Heaven, 
 Who is the King of France. 
 
 I pray you 
 
 That there be no more delay, 
 48 I, xiii. 
 
But that, in haste, 
 You send me to Orleans, 
 Where the people are in need 
 That God's commandments 
 May now be fulfilled. 
 Charles, — 
 
 {descending from his state, his in'' 
 decision and lassitude having 
 passed away) 
 Rise Jeanne. We welcome you 
 Returned from Poitiers. 
 In you the church has found no wrong* 
 They have examined you well 
 And have discovered naught 
 But goodness, humility, and devotion. 
 Nor could they see anything 
 Contrary to the catholic faith* 
 You have been proven; 
 The men.'at-'arms await youj 
 Thou art indeed from God, 
 
 {turning to the court) 
 The cause now rests 
 With us assembled here. 
 La Trcmoille, — 
 
 {brusquely, pushing forward) 
 How came it God chose you 
 To lead our wars ? 
 
 {The Dauphin awaits her answer,) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 ( to Charles) 
 I know not. Six years ago, 
 Twas midday, in the summer, 
 In my father's garden. 
 An angel voice spoke to me 
 Saying, urging, — "Go into France/* 
 And I have come. 
 U xiii. 49 
 
(The court crowds forward to list^ 
 en> Alencon pressing close foU 
 lows her every word and ex^ 
 pression, fascinated,) 
 
 "TCttcTf^ioNt ttooH^MjTMr Ca^tuc. orCHiMOi<\ 
 
 Rheims, — 
 
 {peevishly) 
 
 Why do you come before the King 
 
 Dressed as a man? 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {simply, not downcast) 
 
 The good people of Vaucouleurs 
 
 Gave me these clothes. 
 
 My life henceforth 
 
 Is with the men/at^arms 
 
 Tis best I dress as they. 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 What makes you think it was 
 
 An angel's voice you heard? 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 It seemed to me to come 
 50 I, xiii* 
 
From lips that I should reverence* 
 
 In time I learned 
 
 It was an angel of the Lord* 
 ( turning to Charles) 
 
 Often the Voice came to me 
 
 In the garden, 
 
 Urging me to France, 
 
 It told me of the so great misery 
 
 In the kingdom. 
 
 Of God's so great compassion 
 
 For the people, 
 
 Besought me to be good 
 
 That He might use me. 
 
 And then it told 
 
 How France would be united, 
 
 How God, through you, 
 
 Would rule o'er France, 
 
 How peace would come, 
 
 And all the people 
 
 Learn to bless you. 
 
 It urged me to Orleans, 
 
 At first I was afraid; 
 
 But soon I ceased to fear, 
 
 For God spoke in the angel's voice. 
 Charles, — 
 
 (^nodding) 
 
 It was an angel of the Lord* 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 God told you 
 
 You should save Orleans? 
 La Hire, — 
 
 'Tis what she said. 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 ( to La Hire and the throng) 
 
 A year ago, near Easter, 
 
 The Voice said, — 
 1, ziii* 51 
 
"Go raise the siege, 
 
 Before the city of Orleans/' 
 I shrank in fear, and answered, — 
 "I know nought of the art of war ; 
 
 I am an untaught village child. 
 
 They would mock me; 
 
 I could not lead the men-at-arms/' 
 I besought God that He 
 Should not lay upon me 
 Such a heavy burden ; 
 I prayed that I might rather 
 Stay at home, and spin. 
 And mind my father's sheep, 
 But the angel speaking, said, — 
 "Go! God will aid you* 
 
 Go to Vaucouleurs; 
 
 Thou there shalt find a captain 
 
 Who will lead thee safely 
 
 Into France and to the King. 
 
 Be without fear; 
 
 He will furnish you with arms, 
 
 And safely lead you/' 
 And I believed, and feared no more. 
 
 Rheims, — 
 
 (knitting his brow) 
 Did your father send you? 
 
 (The knights and ladies await her 
 answer,) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 ( sligh tly grie ved ) 
 He knew not that I came ; 
 He would have hindered me. 
 
 (Rheims shakes his head dispart 
 agingly. Some of the throng 
 are in doubt) 
 52 I, xiii. 
 
La Tfcmoille, — 
 
 {cynically) 
 Yet you arc sent by God? 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (^steadfastly) 
 In all things but this one, 
 I have well obeyed my parents, 
 I have sent them word. 
 And they have forgiven me* 
 
 {A Sigh of relief escapes the throng,) 
 When God commands, we must obey. 
 If He commanded me. 
 Had I had a hundred fathers, 
 Had my father been a King, 
 I should have come ; 
 And yet I love my father. 
 And would not cause him grief, 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 {thrusting himself forward) 
 God said 
 
 You should lead the way to Rheims 
 And have him crowned ? 
 La Hire, — 
 
 The wise man, as the fool, 
 Must be most often made assure. 
 La Tremoille,— 
 
 {persistently) 
 Did God say whom 
 You should lead to Rheims? 
 Whom have crowned? 
 
 (Charles starts and turns pale, The 
 group await her answer,) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (quietly, with strength) 
 God said the Dauphin 
 Should rule for him in France, 
 
 I, xiii. 53 
 
(Charles^ reassured, breathes free 
 again,) 
 La Tremoillc, — 
 
 You call him Dauphin; 
 Is he not already King? 
 Why crown him again? 
 
 (All await her answer In 5us^ 
 pense,) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 The angel said, — 
 
 "In the name of the King of Heaven, 
 The Dauphin shall be consecrated 
 And crowned at Rheims, 
 To hold in trust the kingdom. 
 And rule for God in France/' 
 (with inspiration) 
 For once anointed King, and crowned 
 The power of his enemies will decline. 
 Within three years, the English 
 Will be driven forth. 
 And traitorous Burgundy will be found 
 Humbly kneeling at his feet, 
 
 (Charles becomes more confident) 
 La Hire's Squire, — 
 
 Saint Michael and the French! 
 Down with Burgundy! 
 Jeanne (cont), — 
 
 ( to La Tremoille) 
 Woe, woe to those who would 
 Stand in the pathway of the Lord, 
 Who dare oppose His mandate! 
 
 (Rheims leads La Tremoille aside, 
 
 Charles Joins the Queen and 
 
 Lady Yoland, La Hire's squire 
 
 and the men^'at^arms talk with 
 
 54 1, xiii. 
 
Jeanne's squires, Bertrand-, and 
 Jean de Metz.) 
 Alcncon, — 
 
 (zealously, to Jeanne) 
 I am Alencon, cousin to the King« 
 While hunting in the forest 
 I heard of you and hither came at once* 
 Make me thy knight; 
 I consecrate myself to you 
 And France) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (moving forward, taking his hand) 
 Ah, gentle Duke, 
 Would there were more like you. 
 The more of the royal blood of France, 
 The better for the kingdom. 
 
 La Hire's Squire, — 
 
 (full of information) 
 She foretold 
 The battle of the Herrings, 
 
 (All look at Jeanne for con firman 
 tion.) 
 Jeanne/ — 
 
 At Vaucouleurs the Voice said, — 
 "Today the gentle Dauphin 
 Hath had great hurt near by Orleans, 
 And yet greater will he have 
 If you do not soon succor him," 
 
 (Charles, greatly impressed, moves 
 closer.) 
 Jeanne (cont), — 
 'Twas this I told 
 Unto the Sire de Baudricourt, 
 Then, for that he saw 
 The people had faith in me, 
 
 I, xiii. ^5 
 
And word came of the battlc/ 
 He trusted me and sent me. 
 With the people he cheered us 
 Through the gates as we departed/ 
 
 Alencon,-- 
 
 (/n awe) 
 And you came in safety? 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {artlessly sincere) 
 The Lord chose the route 
 And guided us through the armies 
 Of the Burgundians/ 
 Lady Yoland, — 
 
 {thoroughly persuaded) 
 God guards and guides her« 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {to Alencon) 
 Here and at Poitiers 
 We have waited on the clergy 
 Seven most precious weeks, 
 Yonder they are dying? 
 
 {restlessly) 
 There can be no more delay* 
 
 {turning to Charles, earnestly) 
 I bring you the best of all aid/ — 
 The aid of the King of Heaven. 
 It docs not come to you from me 
 But from the Lord Himself, 
 Who has compassion on your city, 
 
 {beseechingly) 
 Send us at once to Orleans. 
 Knights and Men^at/'arms, — 
 
 Command us; we would go. 
 Lady Yoland and the Queen, — 
 
 (to Charles, insistently) 
 
 Let her lead the army. 
 56 I, xiii. 
 
La Tfcmoillc, — 
 
 We have neither men/at^afms 
 
 For an army, nor gold for their supplies. 
 
 La Hire, — 
 
 The menxat/^arms await her^ 
 
 Their trust so great 
 
 That when she comes 
 
 Our strength will be redoubled* 
 
 Lady Yoland, — 
 
 I will give gold* 
 Alencon, — 
 
 And I, as much as I possess. 
 Vendome, — 
 
 Dunois demands her presence*, 
 
 The soldiers are oppressed} 
 
 Without her all will be lost, 
 Charles, — 
 
 (to LaTremoille.) 
 
 We must accredit her. 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 {shaking his head) 
 
 La Hire, Vendome, Alencon 
 
 Know more of war j 
 
 Why commission her? 
 Charles, — 
 
 {desirous, yet hesitant) 
 
 She is appointed , . , , , , 
 Rheims, — 
 
 {breaking in, to Jeanne) 
 
 Why should God choose you 
 
 Rather than another? 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 It has pleased God 
 
 So to do by a simple maiden 
 1, xiii, 57 
 
To drive back the enemies of France. 
 I did not wish to come. 
 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 God forbids belief in you 
 Without some sign tending thereto. 
 I shall not advise the King 
 To trust men-at-arms to you 
 That they should be in peril 
 On your simple word, 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 In the name of God 
 
 I am not come to Chinon to show signs. 
 Take me to Orleans 
 And God will give you signs 
 Of that for which He sent me, 
 Rheims, — 
 
 (pompously) 
 God gave a sign to Gideon. 
 Even two. 
 
 Gideon said unto the Lord, — 
 "If thou wilt save Israel by my hand, 
 
 As thou hast said, behold, i 
 
 I will put a fleece of wool 
 
 Upon the floor and if the dew 
 
 Be upon the fleece alone 
 
 And it be dry 
 
 On all the earth beside. 
 
 Then I shall know that by my hand 
 
 Thou wilt save Israel, 
 
 As thou hast said," 
 And it was soj 
 
 For on the morrow he rose up early, 
 And thrust the fleece together, 
 And wringed the dew from out the 
 fleece, — 
 58 I, xiii. 
 
A bowl of water. 
 But yet he doubtcd< 
 And said unto the Lord, — 
 "Let me prove, I pray thee^ 
 But once more with the fleece. 
 Let it now be dry upon the fleece, 
 And upon all the ground 
 Let there be dew." 
 And God did so that night; 
 For it was dry upon the fleece, 
 And there was dew on all the ground. 
 Has God then given you a sign ? 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 iwifh dignity 
 Even as God gave a si^n to Gideon 
 So hath he signed unto me. 
 
 {The throng is breathlessly ex** 
 pectant) 
 Send me to Orleans 
 That I may accomplish his word. 
 For the King in Heaven has promised 
 Through me to raise the siege. 
 I have no fear but that it will be done, 
 (La Hire's squire and the nien^ati* 
 arms shout, — "Long live France!" 
 "Saint Michael and the Maid!" 
 "On to Orleans!") 
 
 I, xiii. 59 
 
ACT I, SCENE XIV, 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {to Charles) 
 Gentle Dauphin, 
 To you will I give a sign, 
 And you shall doubt no mof c, 
 
 {She leads him aside. The others 
 argue among themselves, mov'' 
 ing about restlessly* La Trc*' 
 moille edges near and would 
 listen buthdi Hire discovers him 
 and forces him away,) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 Last night, alone in youf chamber, 
 
 You prayed, within your heart. 
 
 That if you were the lawful heir, 
 
 And issue of the house of France, 
 
 If justly unto you belonged the kingdom, 
 
 That God would guard, defend, 
 
 And keep you in your right } 
 
 If not, that he would give you grace 
 
 And suffer you safe passage 
 
 To Scotland or to Spain, 
 
 (Charles is filled with awe,) 
 Jeanne (cont.), — 
 
 {with exaltation) 
 Be not dismayed 
 
 For thus our Lord bade tell thee — 
 'Once crowned at Rheims 
 Thou soon shalt come 
 60 I, xiv. 
 
To reign for him o'er France 
 From Cadiz to Calais/ For thou art 
 
 The true right heir of France 
 
 Thy father was the King! 
 
 Charlesr - 
 
 (buoyantly) 
 My father was the King! 
 
 (Jeanne leaving him rejoins the 
 knights.^ 
 
 I ziv, 61 
 
ACT I, SCENE XV, 
 
 Rhcims, — 
 
 {fretfully, working his lips) 
 What was the sign? 
 La Tf cmoillc, — 
 
 {anxiously) 
 What did you tell the King? 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 You will fofgire me reverend sirs; 
 My message was for no one 
 Save the Prince alone. 
 
 (Their faces flush darkly-) 
 La Hire, — 
 
 Bravo! Well done; well done! 
 
 ( The tneni^aUarms are enthusiasm 
 tic. La Tremoille and Rheims 
 turn to Charles,) 
 Alencon, — 
 
 Was it something they might not know? 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 Do you tell secrets for your friends 
 To your enemies? 
 
 ( Outside a herald's horn is heard, 
 Charles turns aboutf La Tre*' 
 moille stops f all listen, ) 
 
 62 I, XV. 
 
ACT I, SCENE XVL 
 
 {An excited, traveUstained messenger 
 from Orleans enters hurriedly, followed by 
 men-at-arms and citizens,) 
 
 La Hire, — 
 
 A messenger! 
 
 With news from Orleans! 
 
 (The messenger hastens to La 
 Hire,) 
 What says Lord Dunoisf 
 
 (All gather excitedly about them,) 
 Messenger, — 
 
 (fo La Hire) 
 I am sent to know 
 Why you have not come, my Lord, 
 With the Maid. 
 Stubbornly we have fought 
 Waiting, waiting. 
 Each morn we said, — 
 "Today the Maid will come," 
 And each night hope whispered,— 
 "Tomorrow she will appear." 
 And yet she came not,* 
 Nor heard we any news. 
 Where is she ? 
 What have you done f 
 What have you done? 
 La Hire, — 
 
 (grimly) 
 Wc have deferred to priests, 
 I, xvi, 63 
 
(La Tremoille and Rheims ate at 
 one side consulting, helpless,) 
 Messenger, — 
 
 Orleans is helpless} 
 Our food is almost gone. 
 We cannot long await your aid. 
 Our courage fails, 
 
 (In tears Jeanne listens to his rcf 
 cital.) 
 The English, new provisioned, 
 Have strengthened all their forts; 
 Talbot and Suffolk jeer and mock at us| 
 Saint Loup has fallen in their hands. 
 La Hire, — 
 
 {exasperated) 
 Gods! Gods! 
 Messenger, — 
 
 We must soon yield 
 
 Unless the Maiden sent of God 
 
 Come to rescue us. 
 
 La Hire, — 
 
 (with determination) 
 She shall come } 
 She shall comel 
 
 Alencon and others, — 
 
 {beseechingly to Charles) 
 Send us, send us to Orleans! 
 
 Charles, — 
 
 (carried out of himself) 
 She shall command ! 
 The Maid shall lead! 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 The work will be hard j 
 But God will help us. 
 64 Ii xvi. 
 
Charles, — 
 
 (resolutely) 
 The captains and the men'^at/arms 
 Attend you, the Church agrees; 
 Go; lead them! 
 La Hire's Squire and the Men^'at/'arms, — 
 (flashing their swords) 
 Away! On to Orleans! 
 St, Michael, the Maid, and France I 
 Lady Yoland, — 
 
 (enthusiastically to Alencon) 
 It will be done ! 
 France shall live again! 
 
 (The men^'at^arnis congratulate 
 each other', numbers of them 
 hasten away, The news passes 
 to the throng without and the 
 cheering and shouting of a great 
 multitude is heard', drums, bells, 
 and trumpets resound; people 
 throng in and out, full of exciter 
 ment, eager for war; the "Veni 
 Creator Spiritus" forms a sub" 
 dued undertone of song, at times 
 rising with the excitement of the 
 crowd, at times dying away to a 
 faint rhythmic murmur. Atone 
 side alone, Jeanne offers thanks 
 to her Lord for deliverance from 
 further opposition,) 
 Charles, — 
 
 (to an attendant squire) 
 Bring in the sword, 
 
 (Her prayer ended Jeanne turns 
 to the captains who gather about 
 her,) 
 I, zvi. 65 
 
La Hire, — 
 
 Praise God, now we can fight, 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 They have waited long ; at last 
 God has taken pity on them. 
 Where shall our force assemble ? 
 Alencon, — 
 At Tours; 
 
 Men^at/arms and baggage. 
 La Hire, — 
 
 (agreeing) 
 It is on the way, 
 
 ( There is great bustle and exciter 
 ment of people coming and go >* 
 ing, The ladies, and many of 
 the priests and courtiers depart, 
 while men'^at^arms become 
 more numerous,) 
 Vendome, — 
 
 (fo Charles) 
 Who shall be her marshall 
 Who her squires? 
 Charles, — 
 
 (fo Alencon) 
 Our cousin and nearest of blood, 
 Alencon, shall be her chief^of^stafL 
 Her knights and squires 
 She herself may choose, 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 All who serve shall be my knights. 
 My squires, if it please you. 
 Shall be Bertrand and Jean de Metz 
 Who came with me and have done me 
 Such good service, 
 Charles, — 
 
 They are well worthy, 
 66 1, xvl. 
 
(Bertrand and Jcdni bend low with 
 gratitude.) 
 
 Jeaxme, — 
 
 That God may be fitly served 
 Upon the field of battle, 
 For chaplain and confessor 
 I would have this good priest, 
 
 {indicating Pasquerel) 
 That he may go with the army, 
 And each day gather the priests 
 And those who have confessed 
 About God's banner, 
 To beseech Him for our safety, 
 To sing His praise. 
 To seek His wise direction* 
 
 Charles. — 
 'Tis well, 
 
 (summoning Raymond and Louis 
 de Contes) 
 While at court 
 These shall be your pages. 
 In all things they shall wait on you* 
 
 {They bow and acknowledge their 
 service,) 
 For steward and chief of your household, 
 I give you my squire Jean D'Aulon, 
 Until your wars are over* 
 
 Jean D'Aulon, — 
 
 I will serve right gladly. 
 
 {Outside the tumult is increasing. 
 The squire reenters with the 
 sword. He kneels before 
 Charles, The men-at-arms gath- 
 er about them,) 
 1, xvi. 67 
 
Charles, — 
 
 {taking the sword) 
 The priests of Fier bois 
 Send you this sword, 
 Marked with five sacred crosses. 
 Found in St, Catherine's church, 
 As you foretold, behind the altar* 
 With it they send this scabbard 
 Cloth of gold* 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (with emotion) 
 I shall care much for this sword 
 Because it has been found 
 In the church of Saint Catherine, 
 Whom I love so welL 
 It shall not be drawn 
 Except against our enemies* 
 
 (The men'^at^arms, with drawn 
 swords, cheer her shouting, — 
 *' On, on, march on!" ''Death to 
 the English!" ''Down with Tal^ 
 hot!" "Down Suffolk!" 
 The squires buckle on Jeanne's 
 armor, The "Veni Creator Spir^ 
 it us" is taken up by the throng 
 within. The spirit of war beats 
 strong urging on to deeds of 
 valor, They start toward the 
 exit,) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (with uplifted sword) 
 God doth lead us! 
 
 On to Orleans; for Charles and France! 
 {The song dominates all, To its 
 surging movement, knights, and 
 68 I, xvi 
 
squires, and archers, Jeanne with 
 
 them, march away to Orleans 
 
 and the war, singing, — 
 V, 
 
 '^ Drive far away our enemies f 
 Give us peace in our domain} 
 Guide us so that, following Thee, 
 Free of evil we may dwell, 
 VL 
 "CiVe us to know, through Thee, 
 
 Oh Lord, 
 The Father and also the Holy Sonf 
 Thee and the Holy Spirit, we 
 Through all the ages well will 
 
 trust/' 
 
 1. xvi. 69 
 
ACT I, SCENE XVIL 
 
 (Charles, La Trcmoille, Rheims, 
 and de Boisy stand silently watch^ 
 ing as the throng departs,) 
 
 Charles, — 
 
 {after the. excitement, sighing 
 wearily) 
 Now we shall have rest . , » , , 
 And quietude , , . again/ 
 La Trcmoille, — 
 
 (bitterly) 
 Thank God ; she has gone, 
 dc Boisy, — 
 
 A most unseemly maiden 
 To so desire war. 
 La Tremoille {cont), — 
 
 A mess of serfs and priests 
 Led by a sorceress. 
 
 Rheims,— 
 
 {shaking his head) 
 I know not what will come of it j 
 I hoped we might find peace, 
 Charles, — 
 
 {seating himself by the fireside) 
 Peace, 
 
 ( The curtain 
 falls slowly,) 
 
 70 I, xvii. 
 
ENTREACTE 
 
 A VIEW OF THE BATTLE OF ORLEANS, 
 
 "Jeanne taking the Bastille des Tour nellcs," 
 May 7, 1429. 
 
 To the fight rear is discovered a tower 
 upon the top of which are English soldiers f 
 before the tower a moat, 
 
 Cannon thunder continuously, Frona 
 the left French men'^at'^arms swarm toward 
 the tower bearing fagot^'bundles, pikes, and 
 ladders, shooting arrows, hurling lances, 
 climbing upward, 
 
 The moat is filled^ yelling and scream*' 
 ing, despite English pikes and arrows, the 
 men-at-arms plant ladders and climb, sword 
 in hand, up and over the rampart, 
 
 Jeanne, clad in white armor, her bani* 
 ner streaming, goes with them, 
 
 Curtain, 
 
 I, xvii. 71 
 
ACT IL 
 
 The Transept of Rheims CathcdraL 
 
 ■■ TheCathEDRAl^^RhEIMS an 
 
 To the right there is a great column 
 beyond which is the passage to the body of 
 the cathedral, 
 
 To the left is a similar column beyond 
 which is the passage to the chapels, 
 
 To the rear are two columns connected 
 by a bronze grille through which can be 
 
 II. 73 
 
 I 
 
seen the grille and columns on the opposite 
 side of the transept. 
 
 Beyond the first grille priests and al^ 
 tar boys pass at intervals to and from the 
 high altar, 
 
 It is Monday, July 18. 1429, the day af^ 
 ter the coronation of Charles VIL 
 
 n 
 
ACT II, SCENE L 
 
 {A lone monk {Loyseltur) is discov^ 
 ered pacing to and fro restlessly. From 
 the interior of the cathedral the monoto^' 
 nous droning of distant preaching is heard, 
 Enter two recruits,) 
 
 First fecf uit, — 
 
 We will ask yonder monk, 
 
 (advancing to Loyseleur) 
 Sir Monk, is the Maid at the service? 
 We are come from Laon to join the 
 war. Can we see her? 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 (gruffly) 
 I am a stranger here, 
 (He turns away,) 
 Second recruit, — 
 
 {plucking his friend's sleeve) 
 Waste no time on the monk, We have 
 eyes; let us find the King, 
 (They pass into the nave,) 
 Loyseleur,— 
 
 (startled) 
 The King ! He said the King ! 
 
 II, i, 75 
 
ACT II, SCENE IL 
 
 {Enter de Boisy tripping over his 
 
 sword.) 
 
 de Boisy, — 
 
 {to Loyseleur) 
 He will come as soon as possible. 
 He will meet you here, 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 {perturbed) 
 Is the Sorceress yonder? 
 
 de Boisy, — 
 
 (still adjusting his harness) 
 She is at Mass with the King. 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 ( excitedly f grasping his arm ) 
 King! Is he < , , , , / 
 de Boisy, — 
 
 ( frigh tened, dra wing a way ) 
 Yes, yes , , . , , 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 {^dejected) 
 Tis true then, 
 de Boisy, — 
 
 He was crowned yesterday; 
 She did it alL 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 She crowned him? 
 de Boisy, — 
 
 No. no I she didn't crown him, 
 76 II, ii. 
 
Rheims crowned him — 
 The Bishop, you know, 
 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 {surprised, puzzled) 
 Rheims! 
 
 dc Boisy, — 
 
 He couldn't help it; 
 Couldn't anybody help it» 
 She wouldn't let us wait, 
 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 {sadly) 
 Crowned; Charles crowned at Rheims, 
 
 dc Boisy, — 
 
 We've had an awful time; 
 Hardly time enough to eat/ 
 And no pleasures, none at all ; 
 Why she had two hundred monks 
 Lead the army and sing; 
 Sang "Veni Creator Spiritus/' 
 And "Non Nobis/' and the "Te Deum/' 
 Sacred anthems, for war songs- 
 She kept us marching, all the time, 
 With those frightful monks singing, 
 
 {hesitating, aghast) 
 But you were not one of them 1 
 (Loyseleur shakes his head,) 
 
 de Boisy, — 
 
 (relieved, recovering himself) 
 Oh no, you've been away, 
 
 {beginning anew) 
 After she took Orleans 
 We couldn't do anything. 
 The army followed her all about. 
 Like sheep, and prayed, 
 When they didn't fight, 
 II, ii. 77 
 
She wouldn't listen to us; 
 
 But just kept going, the army too } 
 
 And we had to follow her. 
 
 It wasn't safe behind. 
 
 After she took Talbot and Suffolk 
 
 She kept on taking everything. 
 
 Cities, and towns, and people — 
 
 Just like a hungry peasant wench — 
 
 I don't know how many 
 
 English prisoners she has. 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 Yes, yesf but the crowning? 
 (ii3 hope) 
 
 'Twas done improperly, in haste? 
 dc Boisy, — 
 
 Not so; most properly* 
 
 She sent messengers ahead from Gien 
 
 To Rheims and Saint Remy, 
 
 Telling them to get ready. 
 
 We thought we would be long atTroyes; 
 
 She said 'twould yield within three days; 
 
 And so it did ; in two. 
 
 At Chalons they opened the gates to us 
 
 But she would not stop. 
 
 And here they came to meet us 
 
 Crying "Noel, noel!" 
 
 The church bells rang; 
 
 The cannon sounded; 
 
 We were very welcome. 
 
 {stroking his stomach) 
 
 I like this place. 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 But the dauphin, the King; 
 
 He was crowned, but not anointed? 
 de Boisy, — 
 
 Have you not heard ? 
 78 II, ii. 
 
They brought the oil from Saint Remy 
 With a strong guard, through all the 
 
 people 
 Packed close along the way, 
 In its golden vessel, 
 
 (Loyseleur is in despair,) 
 There were musicians 
 With hautboys and flutes, 
 And children with flowers, 
 And heralds, halberdiers, and magistrates, 
 And marshals with staves. 
 The Duke Alencon, bearing the sword. 
 And the Bishop with the sceptre; 
 Then nobles, and knights, 
 And choristers with incense, 
 Two bishops with the oil. 
 The archbishops with the crucifix, 
 And the Maid with her banner j 
 After them came soldiers, 
 
 (indicating ttie lengtli of the pro^ 
 cession) 
 And tradesmen, and clergy. 
 The Scotch guard, and the people. 
 It was a grand spectacle. 
 The King came before the altar 
 In all his armour, 
 
 And the archbishop, and the bishops 
 Stripped him of his state, to his shirt. 
 And they anointed and consecrated him. 
 With the oil and the sign of the cross 
 On his head, his breast, his two should 
 
 ders, 
 His back, and upon both hands, 
 As has always been the custom 
 With our kings. And afterward 
 The Bishop drew the King's sword 
 II, iu 79 
 
From its sheath, 
 
 {searching ineffectually for his 
 sword) 
 
 and blessed it, 
 And girded it upon him; 
 And they put on his armour and his 
 
 spurs, 
 And, when he was crowned, 
 He engaged to maintain, defend, 
 And protect his kingdom; 
 And we Lords and the people 
 Promised feahy and homage, 
 Shouting "aye," 
 
 Raising their hands and our swords; 
 A hundred thousand throats 
 Proclaimed him King* 
 Then we sang the "Te Deum," 
 And they fired cannon; 
 And afterward we had banquets. 
 With wine and spices; 
 The first time since we left Chinon/ 
 
 And 
 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 (furtively) 
 Listen ,,,,,,,, 
 
 ( They are both silent) 
 
 80 11, ii. 
 
ACT II, SCENE IIL 
 
 {Enter and meet two ragged peasantSf 
 armed, and a squire, late deserted from the 
 Burgundian army, All are low, and squat, 
 and sturdy,) 
 
 Squire, — 
 
 (seeing their arms) 
 
 Do you join the Maid ? 
 First peasant, — 
 
 {with determination) 
 
 I drove four oxen to a plow 
 
 Until the English ate them? 
 
 My Lord demanded pay. 
 
 I came to join. 
 Squire, — 
 
 ( to the second peasant) 
 
 And you? 
 Second peasant, — 
 
 My lady, lying in, my Lord 
 
 Told me to beat the moat 
 
 That the croaking frogs 
 
 Should not disturb her sleep, 
 
 I came away at night f 
 
 This was his sword. 
 Squire, — 
 
 Tis well The peasant 
 
 Was made to plow and reap, 
 
 You have done so ; 
 
 The noble was made 
 II, ill. 61 
 
To fight and conquer; 
 
 Being cowards they stay at home. 
 
 They are hateful 
 
 And treasonous to the kingdom, 
 
 de Boisy, — 
 
 {excited, starting toward him) 
 But, but , , , we would fight , . , . 
 
 Loyseleuf, — 
 
 Be still 
 Squire, — 
 
 My Lord was a Burgundian i 
 
 With the English 
 
 He fights against our King. 
 
 Many of us could not; 
 
 We came to join the Maid, 
 
 {Enter a cobbler with leather 
 apron, bearing a sword.) 
 Squire, — 
 
 Cobbler, how came you here ? 
 
 Cobbler,— 
 
 {with enthusiasm) 
 
 Who would sit at home 
 
 When great events 
 
 Are stirring in the land? 
 
 My prentice lad was in Orleans ; 
 
 At Patay he took an English knight. 
 First peasant, — 
 
 {awe^struck) 
 
 A knight? 
 Cobbler, — 
 
 (nodding) 
 
 A knight. 
 
 Knights are not what they once were, 
 
 Once knights were warriors* 
 
 82 11, ni, 
 
This was a scrawny one he took, 
 One with the pipps, 
 
 First peasant, — 
 
 (chuckling to himself) 
 He was a chicken with the pipps. 
 
 Squire, — 
 
 Our knights are chicken/'hearted also. 
 Except a few. 
 
 Cobbler, — 
 
 Like Richemont and La Hire* 
 
 Second peasant, — 
 
 ( fo cobbler) 
 Have you heard La Hire's prayer ? 
 
 Squire, — 
 
 No, tell us. 
 
 First peasant, — 
 Aye, tell us ! 
 
 Cobbler, - - 
 
 The Maid would have him pray 
 Before each battle. 
 At first he would not ; 
 But one day he kneeled and said, — 
 "I pray Thee, God, 
 That Thou shalt do today 
 As much for me 
 As I would do for Thee 
 Had I been God, 
 And Thou hadst been La Hire/' 
 (All laugh uproariously,) 
 First peasant, — 
 
 (going out) 
 Ho Monk! 
 
 Have you heard La Hire's prayer? 
 II, nl 83 
 
Cobbler,— 
 
 (laughing to himself) 
 Had he been God ; 
 Had he been God! 
 
 All pass into the church. The 
 sound of preaching ceases and 
 singing IS heard, An acolyte 
 and altar boys appear behind the 
 screen and pass out to the left) 
 
 64 n, Hi, 
 
ACT II, SCENE IV, 
 
 Loyscleuf, — 
 
 Are such allowed to cairy swords t 
 
 de Boisy, — 
 
 Since Orleans the townsmen, 
 Even the peasants, carry swords. 
 La Hire laughs at us. 
 
 {fastening on his gown) 
 You see, they took the tower. 
 She urged them on to fight ; 
 And now, since Patay, 
 They rank themselves with us 
 
 {swelling his chest) 
 As knights. 
 
 Loyselcur, — 
 Or better. 
 
 de Boisy, — 
 
 (petulantly) 
 So many of them have come 
 From all parts unto the Maid, 
 To serve her at their own expense, 
 That we are become of little worth. 
 The brutish clowns do not trust us; 
 When we would lead a sally 
 They laugh at us, most unbesecmly. 
 They only fight behind a wall 
 With. ...,,., .with guns. 
 
 ( The singing ceases, The priest 
 intones tht Lavaho and the canon 
 II, iv. S5 
 
of the Mass, The altar boys re/ 
 turn with lighted candles,) 
 dc Boisy (cont), — 
 
 Now if they would rest a lance, 
 And fight in the open as gentlemen, 
 Or if they couid use swords, — 
 For I can use my swoi^, — 
 
 (finding at length his swordMlt 
 and drawing the blade) 
 But these vile common fellows 
 With their guns, these greasy tinkers, 
 Who kill you with cannon stones, — 
 You don't know who does kill you 
 The way they fight- 
 I am no coward? 
 (strutting) 
 I am as brave, as brave, ,,,►,,# 
 
 86 II, iv. 
 
ACT II SCENE V, 
 
 (Enter La Tfcmoille*) 
 La Trcmoille, — 
 
 {to de Boisy brusquely) 
 Go within; and let me know 
 When the service ends, 
 de Boisy, — 
 
 (hesitating, putting by his sword) 
 Ah, , , , but; ,,,.., 
 La Tremoiile, — 
 
 {severely) 
 Go! At once, 
 de Boisy, — 
 
 {startled) 
 Oh! Very well. 
 
 (He hastens away, tripping over 
 
 his scabbard, 
 Bells sound within during the 
 elevation of the Host and the 
 Chalice, The intoning of the 
 priest continues,) 
 
 II, V. 87 
 
ACT II, SCENE VL 
 
 La Tf cmoille, — 
 
 {to the Monk) 
 What news of Burgundy? 
 Have the English sought his friendship? 
 
 Loyseieur, — 
 
 (shaking his head) 
 
 Yonder all goes wrong. 
 La Trcmoille, — 
 
 ( worried) 
 
 What there also? 
 Loyseieur, — 
 
 The Duke of Bedford, angered 
 
 At Burgundy's withdrawal from Orleans, 
 
 Now attributes to him its loss; 
 
 And every each succeeding battle 
 
 Won by the sorceress 
 
 Is laid in large to him. 
 
 The English soldiers fear her, 
 
 Would rather run than fight; 
 
 And each day's dawn 
 
 Sees new gaps in our army 
 
 Through desertions to her standard. 
 La Tremoiile, — 
 
 (shaking his head) 
 
 France is crazed about her. 
 
 The tov/ns have yielded to us 
 
 Willingly, swearing loyalty; 
 
 No one will oppose her, 
 88 11, VI. 
 
Loyselcuf, — 
 
 Lord Burgundy at Arras sits in gloom? 
 The English beg for reenforccmcnts 
 And he cannot supply themi 
 He cannot hold his own, 
 A third part of our army 
 Has deserted, the remainder 
 Will not fight against her, 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 (gloomily) 
 It is the selfz-samc story, 
 
 {The altar boys, their candles 
 lighted, again appearand depart* 
 Responses and the chanting of 
 the Agnus Dei are heard.) 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 And here the Dauphin crowned, 
 Crowned; you could not hinder that? 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 (fiercely) 
 I could not stop her; 
 The swarms of loathly commons 
 Coming to her aid 
 
 Together with the traitor Richemont/ 
 With whom she has made peace, 
 And young Alencon, have o'erwhelmed 
 me, 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 Richemont! 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 He joined the Maid before Patay 
 With all his forces, 
 Resistless she has borne us 
 On to Rheims to have him crowned 
 As King, ,,,,,, 
 II, vi, 89 
 
{bitterly) 
 
 King! 
 
 He is not, nor ever will be, Kin^l 
 A puppet on the throne. 
 Led first by Richemont, then by me, 
 And now Isy yonder wench, 
 
 {mystified) 
 And he desired the crown. 
 Through all his weakness, 
 The doubt about his birth, 
 There yet has held 
 A secret longing to be King* 
 Why, no one knows. 
 He fears the wars; 
 
 And shrinks before the cannon's roar, 
 This morning, the first 
 The crown has rested on his brow, 
 He wished the wars were over, 
 Told me he would the troops 
 Could all withdraw to Nivernois 
 Until the English, tiring, wended home, 
 
 {scathingly) 
 A dog, the commonest cur alive/ 
 Would fight harder for a meatless bone 
 Than he for all his kingdom , 
 Were it not for the Maid, . , , , 
 
 (angrily) 
 The Maid 
 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 You can do nothing? 
 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 {shaking his head) 
 She is King today; 
 She rules supreme* 
 
 90 II, vl. 
 
{Within a prayer sounds faintly, 
 then responses and the bene^ 
 diction at the end of the Mass,) 
 La Tfcmoille (cont.), — 
 
 I who was the sun have come to be 
 A shadow on a sun^bright day; 
 My power is gone, 
 
 She seemed a country maidi 
 
 I thought she might be used 
 
 To help sustain Orleans; 
 
 I little dreamed 
 
 She would new^make our army, 
 
 Revive the King's lost cause. 
 
 Nor did I suppose the common herd, 
 
 The worms beneath our feet, 
 
 Could be made over into men. 
 
 They have done deeds, 
 
 Those low, black, beetle^brows, 
 
 Would make their masters 
 
 Stand aghast in horror. At Orleans, 
 
 When they stormed the second tower, 
 
 A myriad^egged mass they came — 
 
 She and her streaming banner 
 
 In the swarm's heart — 
 
 Urged on, faggot^gorged the moat. 
 
 And, some with ladders, 
 
 Some without, climbed. 
 
 On each other's heads and shoulders, 
 
 On, and up, and over, down; 
 
 And all the English thronged within 
 
 Could not send stones nor arrows 
 
 Fast enough to hinder them. 
 
 They slaughtered all. 
 
 {Faintly tlie recessional sounds 
 
 II, vi, 91 
 
through the arches, growing 
 gradually more insistent 
 
 *'Veni Creator Spirit us, * 
 
 Mentes tuorem visita, 
 
 Itnple Superma gratia 
 
 Quae Tu creastipectora/') 
 
 La Tfcmoille (^cont), — 
 And since Orleans 
 Those same wild bectlc/'brows 
 Will hear to no one save their queen. 
 The devil with all his hosts 
 Could not withstand her now, 
 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 {shrinking) 
 What will become of us. 
 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 {shrugging) 
 They never will be serfs again, 
 
 (grimly calculating) 
 Yet, , . . nothing is more helpless 
 Than a swarm without its queen. 
 
 (Through the grille^work appear 
 the choirs boys and priests in 
 procession, with candles and the 
 crucifix, singing joyously, — 
 "Tu Septiformis munere, 
 Dextrae Dei Tu digitus, 
 Tu rite promisso Pair is, 
 Sermone ditas guttera.") 
 
 *This the latin version of the **Veni Creator 
 Spiritus" which appears in the first act, and which 
 appears again in the last act, The same Gregorian 
 music is used throughout. 
 
 92 II, vi. 
 
La Tremoillc, — 
 
 {bitterly) 
 It is their battle hymn, 
 The death/'knell of my power, 
 IV, 
 
 {"Accende lumen sensibus, 
 Infunde aworem cordibus, 
 Infirma nostri corporis 
 Virtute firmans perpetL") 
 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 (restlessly) 
 
 The devil take that song. 
 
 i^Hostem re pe lias longius, 
 Pacemque dones protinus, 
 Ductore sic Te praevio 
 Vitemus omne noxiutn") 
 La Tremoille {cont.), — 
 
 Her day will end ; 
 
 My time will come again. 
 
 The Dauphin is crowned; 
 
 Tis all he wished in life; 
 
 He has it. 
 
 He longs for rest now, 
 
 And peace . . , , . 
 (with disgust) 
 ....>.,.. peacef 
 (turning to Loyseleur suddenly) 
 
 What says Burgundy of peace? 
 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 If the Witch is not stopped 
 Within the year she will have 
 Conquered all the kingdom. 
 He would call a truce, for a time. 
 Til the panic is overcome. 
 He would have peace. 
 II, vi, 93 
 
{presenting a paper) 
 He has another plan, 
 
 {The priests pass out of sight in 
 the distance. The singing gr ad" 
 ually dies away, 
 VL 
 
 *'Per Te sciamus, da, Patrem, 
 Noscamus atque Filium, 
 Te utriusque Spiritual 
 Credamus omni tempore." ) 
 La Tf cmoille, — 
 
 What would he do? 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 The English have put a price 
 Upon her head! 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 {coldly, reading the paper) 
 Well 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 Dead or alive! 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 (impatiently, looking up) 
 Well? 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 ( insin ua tingly) 
 Something might be done} 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 Nothing, nothing; 
 She is too powerful* 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 When she is with a weakened force, 
 Or on a journey, separate from the army. 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 They will not leave her, 
 94 II, Ti. 
 
Loyselcuf, — 
 
 Burgundy is in despair « 
 
 If she be not seized 
 
 You will not gain the dukedonif 
 
 Else will not be chancellor* 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 {crossed, vexed) 
 
 Doubt not but that I will do 
 
 All that can be done. 
 
 But , * > , » the impossible , . » . * 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 If Charles lose the witch 
 
 His fortunes will decline; 
 
 The army will fall apart? 
 
 The peasant swarm 
 
 Will crawl into its place again* 
 
 He cannot lead. 
 
 They come to join her. 
 
 But now one came from Burgundy, 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 (scheming, frowning) 
 
 Something might , , . » , h^ done, 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 Once the English find 
 
 She is nothing but a cow/girl 
 
 They will no longer fear. 
 
 Work for a truce, a truce^ 
 
 Until the panic ends 
 
 And then ,,,,,. 
 
 (de Boisy reenters,) 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 {nodding) 
 
 It may , « , , , be done. 
 
 II, vi. 95 
 
ACT II. SCENE VIL 
 
 de Boisy, — 
 
 ( defer en tially) 
 The service is ended. 
 La Tf emoiile, — 
 
 (to Loyseleur) 
 Wait for me. 
 
 (La Tremoiile and de Boisy reenter 
 the cathedral Loyscleur con^ 
 ceals himself behind the column 
 to the right,) 
 
 96 Ilf vii, 
 
i 
 
 ACT II, SCENE VIIL 
 
 {Enter from the nave of the cathedral 
 the recruits f peasants, citizens, and people 
 With children, humming **Veni Creator 
 Spiritus" in an exalted manner,) 
 
 Cobbler, — 
 
 I could not see the Maid« 
 Second peasant, — 
 
 Nor could wc« 
 First peasant, — 
 
 Will she come this way? 
 Burgundian Squire, — 
 
 I cannot telL 
 Cobbler — 
 
 Let us wait. 
 Second recruit,— 
 
 They came this way each time before. 
 
 The King, and all his court, 
 
 And the Maid, 
 
 The other way is crowded. 
 A Citizen, — 
 
 (suddenly) 
 
 Here comes Xaintrailles, and Lord VeOi* 
 dome! 
 
 First recruit, — 
 
 ( with bated breath) 
 And La Hire! 
 II, viii. 97 
 
{Midst suppressed excitement the 
 name tuns murmuring through 
 the group '*,,., La Hire » , , 
 La Hire . . . ." 
 A Citizen, — 
 
 The gunner of Orleans, and Alencon! 
 \The people all watch La Hire and 
 the gunner, pointing at them 
 whispering about them,) 
 
 9B n, 
 
 Vlll* 
 
ACT il SCENE IX, 
 
 (Enter Xaintraillcs and Vendome /o/-' 
 lowed by La Hire with Pierre le Cannonler 
 and Alencon and numerous wen^at^armSf 
 once peasants. Some of them are hum" 
 ming the war song, Singly and in groups 
 more people come from the cathedral, Many 
 of them pass on out into the world. All ra^ 
 diate Joy and triumph,) 
 
 Vendome, — 
 
 {to Alencon) 
 Is Richemont coming? 
 Alencon, — 
 
 Yonder with Dunois, 
 
 {Enter Richemont and Dunois,) 
 Richemont, — 
 
 {greeting them with evident please 
 ure) 
 A year ago I feared 
 There was not in ail France 
 One patriotic citizen; 
 Now we vie in loyalty, 
 La Hire, — 
 
 A year ago I feared 
 There was not in all France 
 One brave man; 
 Now no one seems afraid, 
 IL ix. 99 
 
 LofC. 
 
Alencon, — 
 
 Patriotism and bravery 
 
 Go hand in hand, who cares 
 
 Will fight for his country. 
 
 Dunois, — 
 
 It has been a march of triumph, 
 Orleans, Jargeau, Mcung, Patay, 
 Auxerre, Troyes, Chalons, Rheims, 
 Each a victory. Now for Paris! 
 
 Men^atz-arms, — 
 
 On to Paris! Long live France! 
 
 Richemont, — 
 
 Where is the Maid? 
 What are her plans? 
 
 La Hire, — 
 
 She went to St, Catherine's chapeL 
 She will return this way, 
 
 Alencon, — 
 
 ( looking in to the nave) 
 The King is coming. 
 Knights and the people, — 
 The King! The King! 
 {All await him,) 
 
 100 H» i3c. 
 
ACT II, SCENE X. 
 
 {Enter the King, preceded by heralds 
 and men^at'^arms, accompanied by La Tre^ 
 moille, courtierSf minstrels, &c., followed by 
 the Queen, Lady Yoland, and the court la" 
 dies, 
 
 The King anc/LaTfemoilie, join Riche/' 
 mont. La Hire and Alencon, The heralds 
 and the men^at'^arms await the King at the 
 rear. Lady Yoland, the Queen, and the 
 court ladies pass out of the church followed 
 by many of the courtiers and people,) 
 
 Richemont, — 
 
 (greeting King ChaHcs) 
 Once more France has an anointed 
 
 King} 
 May she through you be united. 
 King Charles, — 
 
 (preoccupied) 
 Thanks Richement, 
 Your men/'at^arms have helped us. 
 We hope to keep your friendship, 
 Richemont, — 
 
 As long as Charles 
 Shall stand for France, 
 
 (La Tremoiile Irowns darkly,) 
 King Charles, — 
 
 (fo Alencon) 
 Where is the Maid? 
 II. X. 101 
 
Alcncon, — 
 
 {Indicating the chapels) 
 
 At her prayers* 
 King Charles, — 
 
 {still absorbed) 
 
 Today we render thanks 
 
 To God ,,.,,,, and man. 
 
 She has had me crowned^ 
 
 And anointed; 
 
 She promised me I should be crownedj — 
 
 God willed it soj — 
 
 It has come most suddenly? 
 
 It seems as yet unreal. 
 
 I would reward her , , . somehow, 
 {noticing the people) 
 
 She is coming/ 
 
 102 11, X. 
 
ACT II, SCENE XL 
 
 (The people, looking to the left, bef 
 coming excited, whisper, "the Maid" , , , , 
 "the, Maid" , , , , , then break forth into 
 joyful greeting.) 
 
 The Bufgundian Squire, — 
 Welcome to Jeanne 
 The Maid of Orleans' 
 La Hire's Squire, — 
 
 Way for the Savior of France! 
 
 (Followed by her pages, her 
 knights, bearing the standard, 
 her almoner (Pasquerel ); her 
 father, and her uncle Jeanne en" 
 ters from the chapels, She paus^ 
 es a moment then, seeing the 
 King, moves quickly to him,) 
 The old women, — 
 
 (as she passes) 
 God's blessing on thee. 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (with grateful tears of joy throw/ 
 ing herself at the King's feet) 
 O gentle King, 
 
 Now is done the pleasure of God 
 Whose will it was 
 That you should come to Rheims 
 To receive your crown 
 II, xi. 103 
 
And the holy anointment, 
 
 That all might know you are the King, 
 
 And that to you is the Kingdom of 
 
 France! 
 God will help you govern his people? 
 Fear not, for now thou art indeed 
 Our most Christian Sovereign. 
 
 ■■'.. ;-- ' ..". ' ^ ' 'J''^^ ' ^ 
 
 to (hdp 
 
 Pa s^. ere I. 
 
 Kn.jK 
 
 ■'S^-s» 
 
 The Cathedral "^RhE)^ 
 
 Lo^ 
 
 King Charles, — 
 
 {solemnly, assisting her to rise) 
 Two months ago you begged us, 
 At Chinon, to trust you. 
 To let you lead the army to Orleans* 
 You came to us unknown, 
 An humble maiden, sent of God 
 To have us crowned at Rheims, 
 To conduct us to His altar; 
 We doubted you; we were unworthy. 
 You have led our conquering army, 
 104 II. XI. 
 
I 
 
 Saved Orleans, and taken Talbot captive} 
 You have seen us crowned, anointed* 
 Disaster stared us in the face; 
 Our men-at-arms were few, disheart/ 
 
 ened; 
 Without you France had died; 
 Through you she lives again. 
 
 ( The knights show their approval) 
 We would reward you. 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (seriously) 
 'Tis God alone 
 To whom the praise is due; 
 I came not willingly; 
 I was the tool within His hands, 
 His mouthpiece. 
 There can be no reward, 
 
 {thinking of her home) 
 Unless, as King, you would exempt 
 The poor of Domremy 
 Of taxes to the crown. 
 Robbed by Burgundians and English 
 They are most destitute, 
 King Charlcs/ — 
 
 It shall be done. 
 
 (to the heralds) 
 Proclaim it. 
 
 (They go outside and proclaim 
 the exemption,) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (gratefully) 
 For them I thank you. 
 
 (Jeanne's father and uncle at one side 
 stand awe^struck, watching, un^ 
 able to comprehend her exalted 
 
 II. xl, 105 
 
position, Pasquef cl is with them* 
 Throughout the act he, by his 
 actions, expresses the feelings 
 she must needs suppress,) 
 
 King Charles, — 
 
 And for yourself still nothing? 
 
 Jeanne^ — 
 
 {sighing, rising to one knee) 
 Nothing more, 
 
 King Charles, — 
 
 Thou shalt at least be ennobled, 
 
 {drawing his sword) 
 In the name of God and Saint George, 
 I, thy King, thus exalt thee, 
 
 (striking her shoulder with the 
 
 naked blade) 
 Rise a noble, upon thy shield 
 The fleur^de-'lis. thy brother knights, 
 And thou of equal rank 
 With even the best of France, 
 Alencon, the knights, and the people, — 
 Long live Jeanne the Maid! 
 Long live Charles and France! 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (sedately) 
 Tis scarcely worthy 
 One so humble be ennobled, 
 Those who fought and died, 
 God hath ennobled} those who live 
 Shall soon be knights. 
 I could not fight, 
 I only bore God's banner. 
 And urged them on, 
 My brothers will be grateful, 
 
 106 II, xi. 
 
( The knights press forward to coa^ 
 gratuhte her. La Tfemoillc and 
 the King move aside.) 
 Vcndome, — 
 
 As fellow knight we greet you. 
 
 La Hire, — 
 
 (his eyes twinkling) 
 I would continue in your service, 
 Sir Knight, 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (smiling on him with staid good 
 fellowship) 
 You are too bold a knight, 
 You take too many prisoners; 
 I cannot feed them alL 
 I would have gentler knights* 
 Dunois, — 
 
 Like Monsieur de Boisy, 
 (general laughter) 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (to Aiencon) 
 And you v/ho were afraid 
 Have come through without one hurt, 
 
 Aiencon,— 
 
 Had you not sent me from the fosse 
 
 I had been killed, as was 
 
 The Sire de Lude, a moment after, 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (indulgently) 
 Had i not promised 
 To bring you back safe to her, 
 And sound, the Duchess would not 
 Have agreed to your coming, 
 ( turning to the gunner) 
 U, xi, i07 
 
You must make many new machines. 
 You fearful man, 
 Each time your cannons thunder 
 Death sends forth new harvesters* 
 
 Pierre le Cannonier, — 
 I shall build cannons 
 Until all the English are destroyed, 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {to Richemont) 
 Ever will the day be blessed 
 You joined your forces unto ours, 
 And so brought victory, 
 
 Richemont, — 
 
 (approaching her) 
 Your strength of soul 
 Purified the army, 
 Put purpose in our cause, 
 Increased our power tenfold, 
 When the wars arc over 
 And each English soldier 
 Is driven from our soil, 
 When, in united France 
 Peace reigns again, 
 
 About the hearth in groups we'll draw, 
 And each with swelling heart 
 Will tell how, following you, 
 We rode the English down 
 And took ten hundred hundred 
 At Patay, 
 
 {The knights and people cheer 
 him uproariously.) 
 
 Alencon,-- 
 
 Minstrels will sing 
 The battle of Orleans! 
 108 II, XI. 
 
La Hire, — 
 
 Coward knights who sit at home, 
 And those who fight with Burgundy, 
 Will hide their heads, ashamed. 
 At mention of your name* 
 
 (La Tremoille flinches, coldly 
 watching.) 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {denying the praise) 
 
 I served but as your guide? 
 
 "Without you nothing had been done; 
 
 Without God we had all been helpless^ 
 {The King watching the group 
 about Jeanne, listening to their 
 praise, is piqued, La Tremoille 
 urges on his jealousy. 
 Some of the courtiers, looking in*' 
 to the cathedral, point and whis^ 
 per ,,.,.., . "Talbot" . . ,. 
 "Talbot and the guard," The 
 courtiers give way to the rear* 
 The people are restless, some^' 
 what afraid,) 
 
 II, xi 109 
 
ACT II, SCENE XIL 
 
 {Enter Talbot, Suffolk, and English soU 
 diets prisoners, in chains, guarded, fol*' 
 lowed by various citizens. 
 
 The keepers stop and salute the King, 
 The English soldiers shrink from Jeanne 
 in fear,) 
 
 Alencon, — 
 
 My Lord Talbot, you did not think 
 You would be taken prisoner? 
 Talbot,— 
 
 {shaking his head) 
 Up today, down tomorrow i 
 It is the fortune of war, 
 Suffolk — 
 
 {sternly, bitterly, looking at 
 Jeanne) 
 Our turn will come, again, 
 King Charles, — 
 
 {as they move onward) 
 Guard them well, 
 
 {Many of the people follow them 
 away>) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {looking after them) 
 Talbot and Lord Suffolk, 
 You feared them once; 
 {sorrowfully) 
 110 II, xiu 
 
They are more cause for pity nowj 
 Yet they were fiercest of them alL 
 
 (to the King) 
 Pray use them kindly, 
 King Charles, — 
 
 They will be ransomed soon* 
 
 Each will bring ten thousand crowns 
 
 Into our empty treasury/ 
 
 (Rheims enters quietly and joins 
 La Tremoille) 
 
 I 
 
 I 
 
 I 
 
 It Xnl itt 
 
ACT II, SCENE XIIL 
 
 {Herald's^ trumpets sound without, 
 enter a messenger,) 
 
 Messenger, — 
 
 {to Jeanne, on bended knee) 
 News from the North, from the good 
 people of Compiegne, 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {directing him) 
 Your message is for the King. 
 (Charles is pleased.) 
 The Knights, — 
 
 (fo 0i2c another in astonishment) 
 The King, The King? 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {quietly) 
 The King is crowned; 
 My mission at an end, 
 
 (Rheims/ La Tremoillc and Loysc^ 
 leur behind the column listen 
 eagerly* Pasquerei moves to^ 
 ward her,) 
 Alcncon and others, — 
 {aghast) 
 At an end! 
 
 La Hire, — 
 
 ( earnestly) 
 You will lead no more? 
 U2 II,xiii. 
 
Jeannef — 
 
 {speaking as of things compassed) 
 * was sent to save Orleans 
 And cfown the King at Rheims* 
 That has been done ; 
 I have no further work, 
 
 (All gather close around her.) 
 Richemont, — 
 
 Aye, that is accomplished; 
 But what of Paris? 
 Vendcme, — 
 
 What of Burgundy? 
 Alencon. — 
 
 Who will direct our battles? 
 
 (Jeanne hesitates, looking from 
 one to the other, knowing not 
 how to answer them.) 
 Xaintrailles, — 
 
 How can we do without you? 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (groping, uncertain) 
 I know not ; 
 I ,....., . 
 
 {She pauses bewildered,) 
 La Hire, — 
 
 What do the voices say? 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 The Voices ,*.,.,. 
 
 {startled, as though listening) 
 
 . . » . , the Voices! 
 {All await her answer.) 
 I , , . , I have not heard them, 
 Not since the crowning ! 
 
 {Her eyes grow large and fearful 
 as she begins to realize her loss,) 
 II. xiii. 113 
 
They are gone f , , . . . gone. 
 La Hire and the KnightSf — 
 (anxiously) 
 
 Gone? 
 Rhcims, — 
 
 Your counsel has gone ? 
 
 Alencon, — 
 
 The Voice has left you ? 
 
 (La Tremoiile and Loyseleur can 
 scarce contain their joy.) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 ( with yearning heart) 
 Saturday* at Vespers, I heard them } 
 And, at the crownings they spoke 
 Saying, — "God's will is done; 
 The King has come into his kingdom/' 
 
 {all forlornly) 
 Since then no voice has come, 
 
 Alencon and La Hire, — 
 No Voice has come? 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 ( s till be wilder ed ) 
 They always bade me save Orleans 
 And lead the King to his anointing. 
 Further they never urged me. 
 Now they are gone, 
 
 ( thinking backward, gradually re^ 
 membering) 
 They told me 
 After Rheims I should go home* 
 
 (Pasquerel nods his head in assent) 
 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 {startled, aroused) 
 Go home ! 
 114 II, xiii. 
 
Alencon, — 
 
 It cannot he. 
 La Hire, — 
 
 We would not lose you, 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (with piquant desire and longing) 
 They said I should go home. 
 My commandment is fulfilled. 
 The battles are won; 
 The King is crowned? 
 The people are united, 
 No longer doth God point 
 The way for me, I am no more 
 The sword within His hand, 
 
 ( turning to them with some of the 
 old exaltation) 
 Yet for you the way is marked? 
 March on! Lay sisige to Paris! 
 Bring Burgundy to your feet! 
 Establish the crown? bring peace, 
 Drive, drive the English from the land, 
 God will ever lead and aid you? 
 The King is crowned? march on! 
 
 {The exaltation over she is again 
 sad,) 
 La Hire's Squire and others, — 
 
 (cheering) 
 To Paris! Saint Michael 
 And the French! On, on! 
 
 Alencon, — 
 
 (beseeching her) 
 Jeanne, Jeanne? 
 You must not leave us now. 
 La Tremoillc/ — 
 
 {insist^tly, to the King) 
 II, xiii. 115 
 
She cannot go« 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {shaking her head) 
 My task is over* 
 
 {quietly, yet tremulously) 
 Beneath the stars at night, 
 On the field of battle, 
 Among the dead/ alone with God, 
 I have stood and wept 
 As when I was a child* 
 {AH listen silently,) 
 We have suffered in our villages; 
 The fields and houses have been burned f 
 The herds been driven awayi 
 We have borne suffering, and starvation. 
 But not / , , , , death, 
 While the battle rages, 
 When fury blinds us. 
 Life seems of little worth, 
 Death matters not} 
 But/ when the day is over 
 And we return. 
 In heaps they lie 
 So strangely hushed 
 In the twilight dusk. 
 Dead, , , , , , unconfessed* 
 
 (in tears) 
 Foes are no longer foes, then, 
 Nor friends friends; 
 All are only sad silent forms; 
 Once they were alive, 
 
 (brushing the tears away) 
 Why don't they go away; 
 Why must we cut them down. 
 
 116 II Jfti'i. 
 
I 
 
 (La Hire and the knights are deep^ 
 ly moved. She turns to the 
 KingO 
 My work is ended. 
 I have fulfilled God's commands. 
 Would it might please my God, 
 And my Kingjthat I abandon arms, 
 Return to serve my father 
 And my mother, to tend their sheep- 
 Would I, returning home, 
 Might rejoice my sister 
 And my brothers. 
 
 iShe turns aside. La Hire, Richc/' 
 mont, and Pierre acquiescing in 
 her departure gather about her 
 to say farewell La Tremoille, 
 Alencon and Dunois hasten to 
 the King,) 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 (^anxiously) 
 Do not let her go, my Lord, 
 
 (Alencon and the others beseech 
 the King to keep her, He stands 
 in doubt much flattered by the 
 deference shown him,) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (moving to the King) 
 I pray you grant me leave to go* 
 King Charles, — 
 
 (well pleased) 
 As you will; 
 Your wish rules today* 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {gratefully) 
 It is my one desire. 
 U, xiii. 117 
 
(passing to ber father and uncle) 
 I am done with the great wars now; 
 You will take me home with you^ 
 And I will help you / » , , as of old. 
 
 ( With Pasquerel and many of the 
 people they pass out to the left) 
 Loyseleuff — 
 
 {aside, greatly excited) 
 If she goes home we lose her j 
 Our cause will fail! 
 
 (La Tremoille whispering urges 
 on Alencon and Dunois the dire 
 necessity of keeping Jeanne with 
 the army.) 
 
 U5 II, tuL 
 
i 
 
 ACT II, SCENE XIV, 
 
 King Charles, — 
 
 ( turning to the messenger) 
 Let us have the news from Compiegne, 
 Messenger, — 
 
 ( on bended knee proffering a doc^ 
 ument) 
 Sire, the loyal people of 
 Compicgne .*.,,, 
 Alencon, — 
 
 (breaking in) 
 My Lord, we cannot spare the Maid* 
 Vendome, — 
 
 She must not desert us now} 
 After Paris * , * , , 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 Though no longer led of God, 
 She yet should stay; the army , , , , 
 La Hire, — 
 
 {angry) 
 Are we a lot of cowards, 
 Or are we men? 
 Each time I've seen the Maid, 
 Midst the an^ows, so slight, 
 So frail, race to the front. 
 Her banner streaming in the wind, 
 I've felt as if, should harm befall her, 
 My soul would roast in Hell always. 
 Praise God no harm has come. 
 II, xiv, 119 
 
Xaintrailles and Pieffc, — 
 Praise God, 
 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 (suavely) 
 
 She need not lead the charges, 
 Dunois, — 
 
 The soldiers will not fight 
 
 Without her. 
 La Hire, — 
 
 (turning on them) 
 
 She wishes to go home; 
 
 That is enough, 
 
 In weeks she has accomplished 
 
 What we could not do in years, 
 
 Her desire should be our law, 
 
 Richemont, — 
 
 (earnestly, to the King,) 
 Tis all the favor she has asked; 
 And you have granted it. 
 What Jeanne has done will last. 
 She taught us to use artillery, 
 She put the commons in our ranks, 
 Showed us our strength, 
 Made us a conscious nation. 
 If France with an anointed King, 
 With battles won, cannot survive, 
 Death should be her due, 
 
 Xaintrailles, — 
 
 As long as France shall he. 
 
 No soldier dares the taunt 
 
 He fears to fight 
 
 Whom once the Maid caused flee; 
 
 From Jeanne the lesson's home 
 
 That only craven men are overcome, 
 
 120 II, xiv. 
 
(The King listens, undecided, wav^ 
 ering.) 
 Picrf e le Cannonier, — 
 
 Who is right and trusts in God, 
 And fights, will win his right/ 
 Alencon, — 
 
 (still fearful) 
 And yet; and yet . , , * 
 Xaintrailles, — 
 
 (with vigor) 
 If I but ride afront and cry, — 
 "For Jeanne the Maid, and France!" 
 My men will follow me 
 Though the English stand 
 As thick as corn for harvest! 
 Dunois, — 
 
 Yet, should we meet with one disaster, 
 They would fear the English 
 As before she came, 
 
 La Hire, — 
 
 It will not be. 
 
 We may be craven knights 
 
 But not they. 
 
 {shaking his head) 
 If ever there were bravery 
 
 »In man there is today 
 Among my men such valor 
 As shall sweep France free 
 Of every enemy. 
 
 Xaintrailles, and others, — 
 
 And so in mine! and mine! 
 La Hire, — 
 
 We who love the Maid would rather 
 
 She were safe at home. 
 
 II, xiv. 121 
 
La Hire's Squire, — 
 
 She shall never be forgotten^ 
 
 Each time we see the fleur^'de/'lis 
 
 We will fight the harder, 
 King Charles, — 
 
 {to Rheims) 
 
 What shall we do? 
 Rheims, — 
 
 (anxious to be rid of her) 
 
 It is perhaps the wisest way 
 
 To allow her to go back to her village* 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 (restlessly, resourceful) 
 
 The English hate her? 
 
 Some harm might befall her there. 
 
 She would be safer here at court* 
 La Hire, — 
 
 {stormily) 
 
 She hates the court* 
 Xaintrailles, — 
 
 A wild bird caged, a deer enclosed 
 
 Would not be more unhappy* 
 Richemont, — 
 
 She has led us through the night 
 
 Of civil strife. 
 
 Has marked a path for our guidance* 
 
 Who cares for liberty, justice, 
 
 Freedom, France 
 
 Will follow on the way. 
 
 United France has not yet 
 
 Been conquered; nor shall be! 
 
 While there are patriots in France 
 
 France shall survive! 
 
 {The knights and the men^at/arms 
 cheer him,) 
 122 II, xiv, 
 
La Tfcmoille, — 
 
 (bitterly, fearing defeat) 
 Who are you to talk of patriotism? 
 Richemont, — 
 A patriot/ 
 La Tremoillc, — 
 A traitor, 
 
 {Both half draw their swords. La 
 Hire and Rhcims intervene.) 
 
 King Charles, — 
 
 Peace, put up your swords. 
 We will consult with her, 
 
 (Alencon hastens away to find 
 Jeanne, La Tre mo ill e leads 
 Rheims aside and talks to him 
 excitedly, forcibly, urging his 
 assistance. La Hire paces to 
 and fro restlessly. ) 
 
 I 
 
 Il,dv. 123 
 
ACT II SCENE XV. 
 
 {Reenter Alencon with Jeanne and Pas^ 
 quereL Jeanne comes seriously, almost 
 sadly, as If foreseeing her destiny. La Tf c** 
 moille smiles well pleased with his machi'' 
 nations, Laxaft and Father D'Arc appear 
 timidly at one side awaiting Jeanne,} 
 
 tc tVopelt 
 
 ♦ 
 
 • L» Wire ^* So-xno.. 
 
 
 The C/^thc3«al-Pheims ''^*''-'"' 
 
 King Charles, — 
 
 (fo Jeanne) 
 The knights would have you stay; 
 They fear that without you 
 They will meet defeat. 
 
 124 II, XV. 
 
Jeanne, — 
 
 ( wistfully earnest) 
 They should not fear, 
 What God has promised, 
 You shall obtain; 
 
 What He has given, you shall hold' 
 The kingdom shall all be thine; 
 There can be no other way, 
 
 Alencon, — 
 
 (anxiously) 
 There is much fighting to be done; 
 You must stay, and lead us. 
 
 La Tremoille,— 
 
 Or at least lend us your counsel 
 La Hire, — 
 
 (as a baited bull) 
 
 Counsel! When did you begin 
 
 To seek her counsel? 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (ttistfully) 
 
 God advises me no morei 
 
 I am no longer chosen, 
 
 The Voices told me 
 
 I should go home. 
 La Hirc/ — 
 
 {suffering) 
 
 Let her return; 
 
 She has done enough, 
 
 Dunois, — 
 
 (fo Jeanne) 
 You need not lead. 
 If the men-^at^arms but know 
 You are still with us 
 They will be brave, 
 II, XV. 125 
 
Alencon, — 
 
 If you go home they will turn coward; 
 
 They will not trust nor follow us 
 
 Unless you arc about, 
 Xaintrailles, — 
 
 {with determination) 
 
 My men will fight, 
 
 Richemont, — 
 
 And mine as long as there are 
 English to oppose us, 
 
 Pierre le Cannonier, — 
 We arc not afraid, 
 
 (Jeanne wistfully smiles her ap" 
 provaL Pasquerel follows every 
 argument restlessly) 
 La Tremoille^ — 
 
 It is her counsel we need 
 Most of all, her wise direction. 
 
 La Hire, — 
 
 (^scathingly) 
 Her wise direction, 
 Rheims, — 
 
 (fo Jeanne) 
 You need not go to the front, 
 Not see the wounded and the dead; 
 Your banner can go 
 While you remain in safety 
 With the King, 
 
 ( The knights are surprised at his 
 change of front,) 
 
 La Hire, — 
 
 {fearing a hidden plot) 
 What do you want? 
 What have you planned, you two? 
 126 II, XV, 
 
You the holy hypocrite, 
 And you the feigning tf aitof * 
 Everything she has attempted 
 You have crossed, 
 Opposed each step, and opposed. 
 Til now, now her Voice is gone, 
 Now she can no longer lead, 
 You would have her stay, 
 Stay in your power* 
 
 ^ (passionately) 
 
 m If any harm come to her 
 
 I'll gibbet you, 
 
 Richemont and Xaintrailles, — 
 {also wroth) 
 And I; and II 
 
 (La Tremoillc shrinks before them,) 
 
 Rheims, — 
 
 ( abjectly obseq tsio us) 
 We would not injure herj 
 We seek her safety, 
 Something might befall her there, 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (quietly) 
 I am not afraid of death. 
 Here nor there- If need were 
 We all would die for France} 
 But my task is ended^ 
 The men will fight without me; 
 My duty lies at home. 
 
 La Hire, — 
 
 (to Charles) 
 There is no reason 
 She should stay at court. 
 Let her return, 
 
 I!, XV, 127 
 
Richcmont, — 
 
 We do not need her. 
 
 King Charles, — 
 
 (shrinking from La Hire's anger) 
 If there is no need ,,,,,, 
 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 (thrusting himself close to the 
 King) 
 The English will not fear us 
 Unless she is with us* 
 They will come again. 
 
 Alencon, — 
 
 (hurriedly) 
 Tis she not us they fear* 
 Did you not note how the English arch/* 
 
 ers, 
 Shrank from her and crossed themselves? 
 
 La Hire, — 
 
 {furiously lashing them) 
 
 Cowards! Are you all cowards, 
 
 No man amongst you? 
 Vendome, — 
 
 Send her home, 
 
 Dunols, — 
 
 If they learn she has gone 
 They will say God has left us. 
 They will revive and fight 
 As they never fought befof e, 
 Seeking revenge, 
 
 King Charles, — 
 
 (restless, fearful) 
 What shall we do; 
 What shall we do , , . • , , 
 
 128 11, XV. 
 
Rhclms, — 
 
 ._ (to Jeanne^ patronizingly) 
 
 " Though God's counsel has gone from 
 you, 
 It must not be found out, 
 
 (Hundreds of the enemy 
 Have deserted in fear of you; 
 We must yet deceive them. 
 Our men^at/'arms believe 
 God still speaks through you/ 
 ^ Tis best we leave them their belief 
 ■ Until the wars are over. 
 You must not go away, 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {intensely) 
 Think you God cares 
 So little for His Kingdom 
 He must support it with a lie? 
 Think you, if I should die, 
 The cause would fail? 
 
 (shaking her head sorrowfully) 
 How little you trust in the Lord, 
 Rheims, — 
 
 (hurriedly) 
 No no, no no; 
 
 God is all'-wise, all-powerful,' 
 He can do as He wilL 
 But we are mortal and must use 
 
 »What comes to hand. It is not truth; 
 God knows, and we know. 
 But for the time 'tis bestf 
 For a time, 
 
 (Jeanne is too grieved to speak) 
 Alcncon, — 
 
 (pleading) 
 For a short time only, 
 II. XT. 129 
 
 I 
 
King Charles, — 
 
 You will stay? 
 Pasqucfel, 
 
 (kneeling to her, unable to keep 
 silent) 
 Jeanne, Jeanne} 
 Remember the warning, 
 The year will end ; 
 The year will end. 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (wavering, despondent) 
 I know; , . . , I know , . , , , 
 
 (Bewildered she moves a step for** 
 
 ward touching his shoulder 
 
 with her hand,) 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 ( thinking aloud) 
 Up to this time I have lived 
 Only for this one thing; 
 How can ! not do 
 What must yet be done, 
 
 (She moves forward away from 
 him, Alencon makes as il to 
 follow her but Dunois stops 
 him,) 
 
 La Hire, — 
 
 {bitterly to Charles, Rheims and 
 La Tremoille.) 
 Of all the curs on earth 
 You are most vile! 
 You dare not fight 
 Yet seek safety in her shelter. 
 Richemont, — 
 
 What is a kingdom worth 
 Whose whole support is one lone Maid? 
 130 II, XV, 
 
( They cringe but answer not ) 
 
 Jeanne {cont), — 
 
 {with down^clasped hands, looking 
 above) 
 Father, let Thy will be shown in me, 
 
 {In silence she waits, looking ap^ 
 ward, The knights and the 
 King in longing suspense, some 
 despairing, some hopeful, watch 
 her. Alter a time she bends 
 her head whispering tremulous^ 
 
 ly,- 
 As the grain of wheat must perish 
 For the fruit to grow, 
 So I must lose my life 
 That France may live again, 
 
 Then she turns, — her eyes are 
 large and strange, — and looks 
 La Trcmoille through and 
 through, He shrinks before her, 
 Pasquerel, rising, turns away to 
 hide his grief.) 
 Alencon,— 
 
 {hastening toward her, anxiously) 
 What is it that you fear? 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {shivering as if chilled) 
 Nothing; , , , . . nothing/ 
 
 ( whispering) 
 Here are those would have me dead. 
 All about me treachery; 
 ,,,,,,, the Voices gone, 
 Alencon, -- 
 
 What is it that you fear} 
 We are all your friendsi 
 IL XV. 131 
 
Jeanne — , 
 
 ( s ubmissively) 
 Nothing? , , , , , nothing, 
 
 ( crossing herself ) 
 The King's orders must be obeyed; 
 We are his subjects alL 
 
 (La Hire and the knights are sad 
 almost to fears/ La Tremoille and 
 Loyseleuf , show suppressed joy 
 and triumph.) 
 King Charles, — 
 
 {moving to Jeanne^ taking her 
 hand) 
 We will care for you* 
 You shall remain with us? 
 We will keep every danger from you. 
 (Jeanne turns to La Hire, Richc*' 
 mont hastens to the King.) 
 Richemont, — 
 
 Don't be a coward j 
 Send her home, 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 ( triumphantly, malignan tly) 
 Too late; she stays! 
 
 {He leads the King aside.) 
 La Hire, — 
 
 {taking Jeanne's hands, his great 
 heart bleeding) 
 We would rather you had gone home, 
 (Jeanne smiles her thanks wist'' 
 fully at him, then moves to her 
 father and uncle, Pasqucrel foU 
 lows her, In sorrow the knights 
 await her, La Tremoille con>^ 
 tinues whispering to the King,} 
 
 132 IL XV. 
 
I 
 
 ACT II, SCENE XVL 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {restraining her tears) 
 Farewell, my father; 
 Uncle, ,,,,,, good bye* 
 Ofttimes I have crossed you 
 , , , , , forgive me. 
 Her father, — 
 
 (in tears) 
 My child; my child. 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 If I return no more, 
 
 Remember that I serve our King, 
 
 t , , » and God* 
 
 Ask my mother to pray for me, 
 
 In the chapel , , . # at home. 
 
 Farewell 
 
 {Her father is speechless} 
 Her uncle, — 
 
 God and this good priest 
 Will care for you. Good byc# 
 
 ( They bless her and depart sadly 
 and slowly,) 
 
 II, xvi, 133 
 
ACT II, SCENE XVIL 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (returning to the King) 
 I pray you 
 
 Make good use of my time 
 For I shall hardly last a year; 
 Use me while you may. 
 
 (beseechingly) 
 Do not hesitate and linger, 
 But urge on . . * / . urge on , , - , 
 You who are the King of France. 
 To whom God trusts His kingdom. 
 Do even as He hath urged; 
 Drive, drive the English out of France; 
 Bring peace unto the land. 
 Urge on , , . . urge on, 
 The time is all too short; 
 Paris yonder waits you. 
 
 King Charles, — 
 
 (shrinking from the responsibility) 
 The men are tired j 
 Let us rest a time, 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 Pray send us on to Paris, 
 
 Bid us begin the siege and 
 
 in twenty days it will be thine, 
 
 Xaintraiiles and others, — 
 Let us lay siege to Paris! 
 134 n, xvii 
 
La Trcmoillc, — 
 
 (fearing jtannt will again take the 
 lead) 
 But the way bristles 
 With English strongholds, 
 
 Alencon, — 
 
 So did ouf way to Rhcims. 
 
 Xaintf ailles and others, — 
 
 {with enthusiasm) 
 To Chalons! To Orleans! 
 
 RhcimSf — 
 
 {excited, forgetting himself) 
 Would it be policy 
 To move on Paris abruptly? 
 , , , , , not abruptly, 
 Without waiting for an answer 
 From the Duke of Burgundy? 
 
 Jeanne and the Knights, — 
 (astounded) 
 An answer from the Duke of Burgundy! 
 
 Rheims, — 
 
 (suavely, trying to smooth it over) 
 We have every hope 
 To make a peaceful treaty with him 
 And so end all the war, peacefully. 
 La Hire, — 
 
 (furiously storming) 
 Gods, you pests, you devils! 
 Would you sell us to Burgundy! 
 Xaintrailles, — 
 
 We want no peace j 
 But war, war, war! 
 
 ( The knights, angry, second him 
 shou ting, — " War, war, ") 
 II, xvii. 135 
 
Dunois, — 
 
 We cannot treat with Burgundy, 
 
 Richcmont, — 
 
 Have you not learned 
 
 You cannot make war with words? 
 
 Rhcims, — 
 
 (putting up his hands) 
 Not, not war. We would avoid war, 
 We seek peace, 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {to the King and Rheims, sadly, 
 bitterly) 
 In times of peace, seek peace { 
 In times of war 
 Tis best to be a warrior. 
 Peace will be found 
 Only at the cannon's mouth, 
 
 Alencon, — 
 
 All the ills of France 
 Have come through Burgundy; 
 Yet you would wait on him, 
 Would trust him* 
 
 Dunois,— 
 
 (with spirit) 
 Show him our power; 
 Teach him his duty to the King; 
 Then he will be loyal, 
 He and all his traitorous followers, 
 
 Xaintrailles and the knights, — 
 It is the way! It is the way! 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 We must not wait^ 
 While they yet fear us, 
 136 II. xril 
 
While they mistrust each other, 
 While our power grows. 
 We must sweep down on Paris- 
 (Loyseleur is in agony,) 
 
 The Knights, — 
 
 On to Paris I on to Paris! 
 It is the only way! 
 
 Richemont, — 
 
 Paris taken, the English gone; 
 
 France free, then 
 
 Treat with traitorous Burgundy, 
 
 King Charles,— 
 
 {overwhelmed, about to agree) 
 As you will; I cannot , , , . 
 
 (The knights, enthusiastic, are 
 about to depart,) 
 
 La Tremoillc, — 
 
 (craftily) 
 But what of Compicgne? 
 {All hesitate,) 
 
 Rheims, — 
 
 {nodding his head) 
 Aye, what of Compiegne? 
 
 ( The knights return angry, crossed, 
 outwitted,) 
 
 Alencon, — 
 
 Where is the messenger? 
 
 Dunois, — 
 
 Yonder, Send for him, 
 
 (La Hire's squire departs toward 
 the chapels,) 
 II, xvii. 137 
 
La Hire, — 
 
 (to LaTfcmoille) 
 What do you want you beast! 
 I'll hang you, 
 What would you do? 
 
 (La Tremoille smiles sardonically 
 moving away from him.) 
 
 138 n, rvi 
 
ACT II, SCENE XVIIL 
 
 ( The messenger, entering and coming 
 forward would address Jeanne, She refers 
 him to the King.) 
 
 Messenger, — 
 
 {to Charles) 
 Your loyal town of Compiegne hemmed 
 in by the Burgundians, who threaten 
 all the people, even the women and 
 children, with the sword unless with^ 
 in the month the town is rendered 
 unto them, send to the Maid begging 
 deliverence from the hated foe. Our 
 force is small and sickness thins our 
 ranks* 
 
 King Charles, — 
 
 ( to Jeanne) 
 What shall we do? 
 Jeanne^ — 
 
 (resignedly) 
 We must relieve them, 
 
 (La Trcmoille nods craftily, well 
 pleased. Loyseleur breathes free.) 
 
 Alencon, — 
 
 And give up Paris? 
 
 La Hire and others, — 
 Never; nol 
 
 li. iviii. 139 
 
Danois, — 
 
 Soissons is fficndiyj 
 
 Let Alencon and La Hire fclicvc Com*' 
 
 piegne, 
 Passing Soissons on the way; 
 While we move west on Crcspy, 
 Senlis, and Meaux> 
 Our separate missions ended 
 We will all meet at St- Denis, 
 Beneath the walls of Paris* 
 
 La Hire, — 
 
 Tis well planned. 
 
 We will beat back Burgundy 
 
 And join you 
 
 Before the month can end, 
 
 Dunois, — 
 
 (fo Jeanne) 
 Will you stay with the King; 
 Or will you join us ? 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (with little interest) 
 I will go with Alencon and La Hire 
 To the North, 
 
 (fo the King) 
 
 if I may* 
 
 King Charles, — 
 
 {agreeing to her request) 
 We will remain at Rheims 
 Until you are united at St, Denis. 
 Farewell 
 
 (Richemont, Dunois, Xaintraillcs, 
 La Hire, Alencon, and Jeanne c?e^ 
 part. The King and Courtiers 
 follow them more leisurely,) 
 140 II, xviii. 
 
King Charles, — 
 
 {greatly relieved) 
 'Tis ended I we may rest now, 
 
 (sighing) 
 If Burgundy would only give us peace, 
 Rheims, — 
 
 He is well inclined, 
 
 I trust we can gain his friendship, 
 
 {They pass out slowly to the left) 
 
 11, xviii. i4i 
 
i 
 
 ACT II, SCENE XIX. 
 
 {As the King and courtiers are depart'* 
 ing La Tremoille hastens to the monk Loy/ 
 
 selcuf.) 
 
 La Tremoille, — 
 
 Away, away! Tell Burgundy 
 
 When first She happens 
 
 With a weakened force 
 
 We'll send him word to seize her, 
 
 Give him their battle plans; 
 
 Away; away! 
 
 {Both go out h urriedly, exult an t, ) 
 
 Curtain, 
 
 141 11. 
 
ACT IIL 
 
 A Room in the Castle of Rouen, 
 
 ' Aao*«,H THr<r«jri.t orffowcw. | 
 
 To the left there is a judge's tribunal, 
 on either side of it a double row of judge's 
 seats} to the rear like seats reach across the 
 room. 
 
 To the right there is a single row of 
 seats, before which appears a long table 
 with a bench'^seat for the notaries, In front 
 of the table there is a stool for Massieu the 
 prison keeper, 
 
 At the left, left rear, and right are en^^ 
 trances. There is also a private entrance 
 directly behind the tribunal. 
 
 High up in the wall to the right there 
 is a window through which a ray of bright 
 sunshine streams making a great white 
 spot near the center of the dismal room. 
 
 It is Wednesday, May 30, 1431, 
 
 III. 143 
 
ACT III, SCENE L 
 
 {Secretaries Manchon and Colics enter 
 and go to their table at the right laying 
 down their portfolios,) 
 
 Colics, — 
 
 {speaking cautiously) 
 What think you; will she die? 
 
 Manchon, — 
 
 {sadly f nodding) 
 If it can be done \ . , , 4 , today. 
 They are even now preparing the stake 
 And the fire, 
 Colles, — 
 
 {in horror) 
 Before the trial is ended? 
 Manchon, — 
 
 They mean to make an end today, 
 The English will not be denied. 
 Colics,— 
 
 {sorrowfully) 
 The Jews in their anger 'gainst the Christ 
 Were not more thirsty 
 For the blood of the innocent, 
 Manchon, — 
 
 Because she has resumed the dress 
 She will be published heretic and burned. 
 {Both are tearfully silent for a 
 time,) 
 144 III. I 
 
Manchon, — 
 
 {with sore determination) 
 _ When I can I am going South 
 I To Join La Hire and urge the men^at/ 
 arms 
 Against the English beasts. 
 
 Colles, — 
 
 (resolutely) 
 And If I also »,»»,»*., 
 
 ( Outside a noise is heard f he hesit* 
 
 tates, listening, 
 The door to the right opensf both 
 bend over their papers. Enter 
 brothers Ysambafd and Pasquet*' 
 cl.) 
 
 Ill, I 145 
 
ACT III SCENE IL 
 
 Ysambard, — 
 
 {somberly, on entering) 
 This is the room, 
 
 {to Colles and Manchon) 
 A friend from France, 
 Our brother, PasquereL 
 
 Manchon, — 
 
 {greeting him) 
 From France? What news of war? 
 
 Colles,— 
 
 What news} tell us, what news? 
 
 Pasquerel, — 
 All is quiet« 
 
 In the South the Loire, the Yonne, 
 And the upper Seine valleys 
 Arc well sown with grain? 
 The people thrive once more, 
 Saving, * . , waiting. 
 Every peasant learns the art of war« 
 Each night they meet 
 And practice with their arms, 
 "For France and the Maid" their cry, 
 
 Colles, — 
 
 {carried out of himself) 
 'Tor France and the Maid!" 
 
 {Frightened, he becomes suddenly 
 silent,) 
 
 146 III, ii. 
 
Pasqucfel, — 
 
 {with caution) 
 The King stays close at Bouf ges 
 Feasted and petted by Tfemoille, 
 Indolent, reckless of the kingdom, 
 
 Manchon, — 
 
 Wfterly) 
 
 One day Tremoille will be hanged. 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 La Hire is in Normandy, 
 
 Richemont near Par is, 
 
 Xaintf ailles between the two, 
 
 Helping both, 
 Manchon, — 
 
 His bold attempt to reach here 
 
 And rescue the Maid hastened the end. 
 
 There seems no safety for the English 
 
 While she liveS/ 
 CoUes, — 
 
 They took the baby English King 
 
 To Pontois for safety, 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 (anxiously, to Manchon) 
 
 She is well? 
 
 (Manchon and Colles are silent) 
 Ysambard, — 
 
 She is better now, 
 
 Better than she was, 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 Thank God that she is welL 
 Manchon, — 
 
 ( after a silence) 
 
 Where is our Lord Vendome? 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 Still opposing Burgundy. 
 Ill, ii. 147 
 
Manchon, — 
 
 It was hcf prophecy Compiegne 
 Would be relieved through him 
 That made the English buy her, 
 
 Colles, — 
 
 And so it wasi it was, 
 
 Manchon (cont,) — 
 
 They laid it to her spells 
 
 It was relieved, 
 
 Then Couchon paid the gold for her, — 
 
 Four hundred thousand franks, 
 
 Ysambard, — 
 
 A King's ransom. 
 
 Pasqucrel, — 
 
 I was with her when first she went 
 
 To Compiegne from Rheims, 
 
 And then when, after Paris, 
 
 She went the second time. 
 
 She loved these people, 
 
 I saw her taken captive. 
 Colics, — 
 
 You were there? 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 The King had ordered her away from 
 Paris 
 
 When it was about to yield. 
 
 She would not go, 
 ' They turned her horse's head 
 
 And forced her homeward; 
 
 And led her back to Bourges, 
 Manchon, — 
 
 (so trow fully) 
 
 The King! the King 
 
 Who will not fight, 
 146 III, n. 
 
Pasqucfel, — 
 
 It is Tf emoillc/ 
 
 We were there, doing nothing, 
 
 When news came that Burgundy 
 
 Was pressing hard on Compiegnc* 
 
 She could not hesitate. 
 
 A few of us left the court 
 
 And went to their relief/ 
 
 (sadly, thinking ahead) 
 Who planned the deed; 
 Who sent the news ahead; 
 No one may ever know. 
 Nine days before 
 Rheims was in Compiegnc/ 
 
 Manchon and Ysambard,-- 
 (bitterly) 
 Rheims; Rheims. 
 
 Colles, — 
 
 The Governor's wife murdered him 
 Because he did betray the Maid. 
 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 Aye, when the ambushed English, 
 
 Signalled, came against our flank, 
 
 And the traitor hirelings 
 
 Turned and fled — 
 
 Jeanne, in the rear protecting them — 
 
 He watched, waiting; 
 
 Then shut the gate when all were in 
 
 But she, and we / / * . # a handfuL 
 
 Ysambard, — 
 
 He shut her out alone, alone, 
 Colles, — 
 
 {vengefully) 
 
 And now is dead. 
 
 Ill, n. 149 
 
 I 
 
Pasquerel^ — 
 
 They took her to Beaulicu. 
 
 Since then I have lived in the South. 
 
 ( anxio usiy, fre t fully ) 
 Why has the trial been so long; 
 Why is she not set free? 
 Six months have passed. 
 
 Ysambafd, — 
 
 They would convict her, 
 
 However innocent, of heresy. 
 
 Tis why they bought her. 
 Manchon, — 
 
 Before, they could not. 
 
 But now it will be done. 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 ( uncertainly) 
 
 She will be convicted of heresy 
 
 And burned? 
 Manchon, — 
 
 (sadly) 
 
 It will be done. 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 No, no; we must ransom her. 
 Ysambard, — 
 
 (shaking his head) 
 
 It has been tried. 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 (restlessly) 
 
 I know; I know. 
 
 We would have bought her free; 
 
 But, when we would have sent the gold, 
 
 They said she was prisoner to the King, 
 
 And could be given to no one 
 
 Save the King alone. 
 
 150 III, ii. 
 
He must ransom her. 
 Manchon, — 
 
 The English bought her 
 
 At too great a price* 
 Colics, — 
 
 They fear her more 
 
 Than all the men^at^^arms in France* 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 {almost In tears) 
 
 But she is innocent , , , , innocent. 
 
 What can they do? 
 
 ( Tbcy are all silent) 
 
 What have they done? 
 
 Manchon, — 
 
 Listen, — the Burgundian soldiers 
 Believe she is a Saint 
 Couchon dared not burn her 
 Until he proved she was a witch, 
 That her voices were from Satan* 
 They have tried every way* 
 They sent to Domremy, to Burey, 
 To every place she ever visited; 
 
 Colics, — 
 
 Twas Loyseleur who went 
 
 Manchon (cont) — 
 
 And found nothing against her, 
 
 *..*.., nothing. 
 
 They said she invoked evil spirits. 
 
 And advised with them, 
 
 That a hag had taught her magic art, 
 
 That she bore a mandrake. 
 
 They watched and listened 
 
 While she was in prison. 
 
 Through a Judas' ear, day and night, 
 
 III, u. 151 
 
She did no wrong; 
 
 They could not convict her # 
 
 Couchon despair ed< 
 
 The English reviled him saying 
 
 He did not do his duty* 
 (shrinking) 
 
 Then , , , , , he tried poison* 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 (aghast) 
 
 Poison! 
 Colles, — 
 
 In her fish* 
 Manchon, — 
 
 The English Lords were frantic* 
 
 The doctors came and bled her, 
 
 And saved her life* 
 
 They would not 
 
 That she die a death of nature* 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 Poison .,,,,, poison ***** 
 
 In her fish! 
 Ysambard, — 
 
 (grieving) 
 
 She has been weak since then; 
 
 They fear yet she may die 
 
 ***** uncondemned* 
 Colles, — 
 
 Once they took her to the torture 
 chamber* 
 
 They have refused her confession 
 
 And communion . * , all these months, 
 
 ****** all during Easter* 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 Poor Jeanne, 
 
 Who so loves the Lord* 
 152 III, ii. 
 
Ysambafd,— 
 
 They could not convict her of witchcraft 
 So they turned to heresy. 
 They said she urged the people 
 Against the Holy Church, 
 That she favored schismatics 
 And heretics. Yet they knew 
 She was much nearer God 
 Than ever they will be, 
 
 Colles, — 
 
 Tis why they hate her. 
 
 Manchon, — 
 
 They would condemn her 
 Because she wore man's clothes, 
 Because she said 
 Her voices were from God, 
 Because she would not bend 
 To Couchon and the judges* 
 
 Pasqucrel, — 
 
 (excitedly) 
 But they cannot; they cannot* 
 She was examined at Poitiers 
 On all those counts 
 And found innocent, and pure^ 
 And holy, and free of evil. 
 
 Manchon, — 
 
 Yet they will 
 
 Colles, — 
 
 On Wednesday last they closed the pto^ 
 
 cess 
 And summoned her to appear on Thurs/ 
 
 day 
 To hear her sentence given. 
 
 Ill, ii. 153 
 
Pasqucfcl, — 
 
 Devils, not men, not judges, 
 
 To so convict her, * , * , so innocent* 
 
 Ysambard, — 
 
 {deeply grieved) 
 Some serve for gold; 
 Some, because they are afraid/ 
 Some ,,,,,,,,, willingly* 
 
 Manchon, — 
 
 Thursday the judges assembled 
 
 In the open place 
 
 Before the Abbey of Saint Ouen, 
 
 A great crowd surrounded them; 
 
 The executioner was there, 
 
 Ready with the cart 
 
 To take her to the burning; 
 
 The pyre was prepared/ 
 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 Misery; God pray for us! 
 
 Manchon, — 
 
 Jeanne was placed on a platform; 
 
 And on another raised place 
 
 Sat the judges, opposite* 
 
 Maitre Erard preached a solemn sermon 
 
 To the great assembly and to Jeanne, 
 
 Accusing and condemning her 
 
 Of many things of which 
 
 She was most innocent. 
 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 Most truly innocent, 
 
 Manchon, — 
 
 And at the end he read a schedule 
 Inciting her to abjure and to recant, 
 
 154 III, ii. 
 
Pasqucrcl, — 
 
 To recant? Deny her God? 
 Her voices? 
 
 Manchon, — 
 
 She did not know what abjuring wasf 
 She asked advice. And I told her 
 If she opposed any of the schedule 
 They meant to burn her* 
 And I advised her to appeal 
 To the Church Universal 
 
 (Pasquerel listens feverishly, press^ 
 ing close,) 
 And so she did saying, — 
 "I refer me to the Church Universal 
 As to whether I shall abjure or not/' 
 
 Pasquerel — 
 
 {relieved, with dry lips whisper '' 
 ing) 
 Praise God; praise God. 
 
 Manchon, — 
 
 But Erard replied, — 
 "You shall abjure at once, 
 
 And hold as true all that the clergy 
 
 Shall say and decide 
 
 Or you shall be burned," 
 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 Then , . , . and then .,,,,, 
 Manchon, — 
 
 Couchon began reading the sentence. 
 Colles, — 
 
 Then the snake Loyseleur whispered, 
 "Take the dress of your sex. 
 Do as you are told by us, 
 And you will have much good 
 
 III, ii. 155 
 
And no ill 
 
 You will be cared for by the church/' 
 The Bishop ceased reading/ 
 They waited, 
 
 Manchon, — 
 
 Then Erard and the others promised 
 To take her to the church prisonst 
 And to treat her kindly. 
 So she abjured^ making a sign 
 With a pen which I gave her, 
 The English were sore and wroth, 
 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 (shocked) 
 Jeanne abjured! 
 
 {with hope) 
 But she is safe now 
 In the prisons of the church? 
 
 Ysambard, — 
 
 As soon as she had safely signed 
 
 Couchon condemned her 
 
 To perpetual punishment 
 
 On bread and water, 
 
 Ordering the keepers 
 
 To give her a woman's garment, 
 
 To lead her back whence she camel 
 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 {intensely) 
 To the English prisons? 
 
 ( They silently bend their heads,) 
 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 (white with passion) 
 God, God in heaven, pity her; 
 On bread and water forever, 
 ,,*,,,., forever, 
 
 156 III, u. 
 
Manchon, — 
 
 (pitifully) 
 Noj / . . . not for long, 
 
 (Pasquerel looks up strangely, cx^ 
 pectinga blow,) 
 
 Colics, — 
 
 The English will not be denied. 
 They still fear hen 
 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 (shrinking, whispering hoarsely) 
 They can do nothing; 
 They can do nothing. 
 Manchon, — 
 
 {quietly) 
 It is already done/ 
 
 (Pasquerel hesitates, watching him 
 in horror, moving gradually 
 closer^ ) 
 
 Colles, — 
 
 (mercifully) 
 She has resumed the dress, 
 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 (in suspense) 
 The man's dress? 
 
 Colles,— 
 
 ( excitedly) 
 While she was asleep 
 One of the guards took from her 
 The woman's garments 
 And emptied from a bag 
 Her man's dress. 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 (/fl a frenzy) 
 Traitors; murderers! 
 Ill, ii. 157 
 
{shaking his fist) 
 Ahf England, England, 
 The time will come! 
 
 Ysambafd, — 
 
 (bitterly) 
 Aye; it was the English. 
 
 Manchon, — 
 
 {in tears) 
 When she awoke and saw the clothes 
 She said, — 
 "Sirs, you know it is forbidden me ; 
 
 Without fail I will not wear them again/' 
 But they threw the man's dress at her 
 Saying, "Get up and dress/' 
 Yet she would not. 
 
 Nor would they give her the woman's 
 garments, 
 
 (Pasquerel is sobbing, overcome 
 with passion,) 
 The struggle lasted 'til midday. 
 At last, they being deaf 
 To prayers and supplication, 
 She arose and dressed herself 
 In the clothes of a man. 
 The news was carried to the Bishop, 
 He hastened to the Earl of Warwick 
 Exulting, "She is caught this time! 
 The witch will burn!" 
 
 (Pasquerel sits, his head buried in 
 his hands,) 
 
 Colics, — 
 
 (in tears) 
 They meet today. 
 He ordered them at once, 
 158 III, ii. 
 
Pasquerelr — 
 
 {his heart bursting) 
 Today, . , , , today* 
 
 {A sound is heard outsidef all are 
 silent, fearful Pasqucfel turns 
 his back to the door. 
 
 Enter Warwick and Loyselcuf.) 
 
 ni, n. 159 
 
ACT III SCENE IIL 
 
 Warwick, — 
 
 (brutally, as they cross the room 
 to the private entrance) 
 Well, arc you ready for the trial? 
 
 {They are all silent) 
 Sec to it you do as you are told 
 Today, It is the last, 
 
 {He looks them ovtr coldly as 
 they pass out) 
 Colics,— 
 
 (bitterly) 
 The snake; 
 The snake and Warwick^ 
 
 160 m,iii. 
 
ACT III, SCENE IV, 
 
 Pasqucfcl, — 
 
 ( weeping) 
 Jeanne, , , , . Jeanne, , , , » 
 
 (roused) 
 Can nothing then be done? 
 Will no one speak for her? 
 
 (rising) 
 Ate you all cowards? 
 I will remain; I will ,,,,,, 
 Ysambard, — 
 
 We dare not. Listen, — 
 Because I advised her, Warwick 
 In great anger attacked me, 
 Saying, "Mort Bleu villain! 
 If I see thee again 
 Take trouble to deliver her 
 I shall throw you in the Seine/' 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 The English, , . , . the English , , , , 
 Colles, — 
 
 They would have drowned 
 Jean Lohier the lawyer 
 And Nicholas de Houpevillc, 
 They left Rouen, for fear, 
 
 Manchon, — 
 
 On Sunday as we came to the castle, 
 There rushed upon us in the courtyard 
 Eighty or a hundred English soldiers, 
 III, ir. 161 
 
They drove us furiously with axes 
 And swords, and called us traitors 
 Because we had not condemned her. 
 
 Ysambard, — 
 
 They said, — "Priests, priests^ 
 You do not earn your moneyi 
 The Maid must burn/' 
 Coiles, — 
 
 Delafontaine advised her 
 To appeal to the Pope^ then ran away 
 Lest he should be murdered, 
 Pasquerel, — 
 
 (in despair) 
 Must she burn, 
 Jeanne who is so fair, so pure, 
 
 ( Without the tramping of aiarch^ 
 ing soldiers is heard.) 
 Ysambard, — 
 
 They arc coming; you must go* 
 
 (Pasquerel as directed moves to 
 and through the door which ad^ 
 mitted him. Manchon and Col'' 
 les busy themselves with their 
 papers at the table. Ysambard 
 in heavy sorrow takes his fudge's 
 seat at the rear of the room,) 
 
 162 III, IT. 
 
ACT III SCENE V, 
 
 {Enter from the rear English soldiers 
 with little discipline. Among them those 
 who were prisoners at Rheims, They take 
 their stations at the various entrances,) 
 
 (The group at the right entrance,) 
 
 First Soldier, — 
 
 I wish this business was ended 
 So we might fight or else go home* 
 
 Second Soldier, — 
 
 Warwick said today would be the last* 
 They will sentence her. 
 
 Third Soldier, — 
 
 The scaffold is prepared^ 
 
 First Soldier, — 
 
 So it was last Thursday, 
 
 Third Soldier, — 
 
 {with determination) 
 This time it will be used, 
 
 Others of the group,— 
 ( vengelully) 
 The witch will burn! 
 The witch will burn! 
 
 First Soldier,— 
 
 I will not fight again 
 Until I see her dead, 
 
 III, V. 43 
 
First Pf isoncf , — 
 
 (shrinking) 
 
 Nor L 
 Second Prisoner, — 
 
 Nor If I saw her before Orleans 
 
 Riding through the air* 
 Third Soldier,— 
 
 {decisively) 
 
 The witch shall be burned« 
 Others,— 
 
 She must die* 
 Second Soldier, 
 
 When she is gone 
 
 We will reconquer France? 
 Others,— 
 
 Aye, aye! 
 
 We will conquer France! 
 
 M 111, 
 
ACT III SCENE VL 
 
 {Enter from the tear Lord Suffolk,) 
 
 The group at the left entrance, — 
 Our Lord Suffolk, 
 
 (Suffolk crosses to the group at the 
 righ t. Shortly after him appear 
 Midi, Lemaitre, Fecamp, Beau/ 
 pere, and other priests, Carme'' 
 lites, Dominicans, Franciscans, 
 who take their seats on the left 
 near the judge's tribunal) 
 
 Suffolk,— 
 
 {to the soldiers) 
 Let no one in except the judges 
 And keep them in their place today j 
 It 18 the last of the trial 
 {The soldiers salute,) 
 
 111, Ti. 165 
 
ACT III, SCENE VIL 
 
 {At the right entrance appear and tim" 
 dly enter a second group of monks who 
 silently take their places to the rear and to 
 the right Some of them are friendly to 
 Jeanne and are deeply distressed,) 
 
 One of the soldiers to the left,— 
 They have learned meekness. 
 They will do as they are told/ 
 
 166 III, vii. 
 
ACT III, SCENE VIIL 
 
 {Through the little private door at the 
 rear of Couchon's chair appear Warwick, 
 Touraine, and Estivct. The monks take 
 their seats on the left of the fudge's tribunal. 
 Warwick crosses to Suffolk^ 
 
 Suffolk.— 
 
 (quietly) 
 She is coming? 
 Warwick, — 
 
 (exultingly) 
 In the male garments! 
 We have her now, 
 
 Suffolk — 
 
 {nodding his head seriously) 
 I suppose it must be done, 
 
 III, viii, 167 
 
ACT III SCENE IX, 
 
 (A sudden stillness seizes the judgesf 
 all look intently at the private door, Couch/ 
 on enters followed by Loyselcuf, Silently 
 yet pompously, Couchon takes his seat He 
 crosses himself and folds his hands in pray'' 
 er. Loyseleuf takes his seat to the rights 
 rear of the tribunal, 
 
 In the silence the closing of a distant 
 door is heard then the clanking of a chain 
 and the tramp of heavy footsteps in the 
 hallway, All wait and watch the rear en<^ 
 trance. ) 
 
 166 III, ix. 
 
ACT III, SCENE X, 
 
 (Two soldiers enter followed by the 
 monk Massieu and Jeanne In clanking 
 chains* She is pale and wistfully sad, 
 yet serenely hopeful Following her ap>» 
 pear the two prison keepers and two ad^ 
 ditional soldiers, The soldiers halt at the 
 doorway while Jeanne, Massieu, and the 
 keepers advance to the center of the room 
 before the fudge's tribunal, 
 
 Massieu, — 
 
 (presenting the prisoner) 
 Reverend Father and Lord in Christ, the 
 Lord Pierre, by divine mercy Bishop 
 of Beauvais, and venerable and relig*' 
 ious brother Jean Lemaitre, deputy of 
 the renowned Doctor Jean Graverend 
 by order of the Holy Apostolic Sec 
 Inquisitor of the faith and of the evil 
 
 lU, z. 169 
 
of Heresy in the Kingdom of Francej 
 your humble Jean Massieu, priest of 
 Rouen, has cited and now brings be^ 
 fore you this woman, commonly 
 called the Maid/ according to the form 
 and tenor of your mandate- 
 
 (Massieu and the keepers retire 
 leaving Jeanne alone before the 
 Bishop and the judges. 
 
 Quietly almost furtively, Stafford 
 and a fellow lord slip into the 
 room through the rear enf 
 trance.) 
 
 Bishop Couchon — 
 
 (to the judges) 
 On Thursday last, May the twenty.^ 
 
 fourth, 
 Jeanne the Maid, after having received 
 A solemn preachment and numerous 
 
 admonitions 
 Did end by signing her revocation and 
 
 abjuration/ 
 In the afternoon of the same day 
 The Deputy inquisitor, our coadjutor, 
 Did go to seek her in prison. 
 Where she was in salutary penance 
 Upon the bread of sorrow 
 And the water of affliction, 
 That she might bewail her faults. 
 And did charitably admonish her 
 To persist in her good purpose 
 And to guard herself well against any 
 
 relapse. 
 Obeying the orders of the Church 
 She did then put off the clothes 
 
 170 III,z, 
 
She had been wearing and did take 
 The garment of a woman> 
 
 {turning to Jeanne) 
 But now, driven by the Devil, 
 It seems she has declared anew 
 That the voices and the spirits 
 That appeared to her have returned to 
 
 her. 
 And have said many things to her, 
 And, casting away her woman's gar/ 
 
 ment, 
 She hath again taken the male clothes^ 
 (Some of the fudges exhibit hype' 
 critical horror^ ) 
 We are assembled 
 To examine her upon her relapse. 
 Estivet, — 
 
 Why have you retaken 
 The dress of a man? 
 
 (Bishop Couchon and the others 
 await her reply, The secretary' 
 ies, Manchon and Colles^ busy 
 themselves taking down ques-^ 
 tions and answers, Ysambard 
 sits wrapped in gloomy silence,) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (gravely, pensively) 
 I have but now 
 
 Resumed the clothes of a man 
 And put off the woman's garment* 
 
 Couchon, — 
 
 (pompously) 
 You affirmed and took oath 
 Not to resume the dissolute, misshapen^ 
 And immodest dress of a man, 
 m. X. 171 
 
Against the propriety of nature; 
 You agreed to submit to the correction, 
 Disposal, amendment, and entire decision 
 Of the Holy Mother Church 
 And of our good justice; 
 You swore never to return 
 To your abhorrent errorsj 
 But always to remain in union 
 With our Holy Church and in obedience- 
 Why are you here in the clothes of a 
 man? 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {patiently) 
 When I abjured 
 You promised to keep me 
 In the prisons of the Churchy 
 To take me out of irons, 
 To let me attend mass, 
 / * , . go to confession* 
 Had you done so 
 I would have worn the woman's gar^ 
 
 mentf 
 I would have obeyed you willingly. 
 But when I asked that some among you 
 Lead me to the church prisons, 
 That I might no longer 
 Be in the hands of my enemies 
 The English, you ordered them 
 To lead me back whence I came^ 
 
 (He sits frowning.) 
 I have not been allowed to attend mass; 
 I am still in irons> 
 
 {Her enemies are disconcerted.) 
 Suffolk,— 
 
 (anxiously seeking information) 
 
 U2 III, X. 
 
Did God tell you 
 
 To resume man's clothes? 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {wearily) 
 What concerns this dress 
 Is a most small thing/ 
 Less than nothing- 
 It does not weigh upon my soul? 
 It is not contrary to the church* 
 A higher court than this examined me 
 And found no harm in my attire« 
 Why do you so insist? 
 
 Warwick, — 
 
 ( with itching palm) 
 Where is your sword of Fierbois? 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 I offered at St. Denis a sword and armor 
 
 (He listens eagerly^) 
 But it was not my sword of the crosses/ 
 
 (He is vexed*) 
 I had God's sword at Lagny, 
 But from there to Compiegne I bore 
 A sword taken from a Burgundian. 
 What became of the sword of Fierbois 
 Does not concern this case* 
 
 (He is balked and angry.) 
 
 Fecamp, — 
 
 You had it charmed; 
 You had it charmed! 
 
 Midi,— 
 
 You carried pennon/'cloth 
 Around the altar I 
 
 (Jeanne answers them not*) 
 
 III, X. 173 
 
Suffolk,— 
 
 Did you know you would be 
 Taken captive at Compiegnc? 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 That day I did not know at all 
 
 That I should be taken; 
 
 And I had no direct command 
 
 To go forth } 
 
 But my voices had always told me 
 
 It was necessary 
 
 That I should be taken prisoner* 
 
 Estivet, — 
 
 Saint Catherine and Saint Margaret? 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 Saint Catherine and Saint Margaret, 
 They said, — "Thou wilt be taken 
 Before Saint John's dayi" 
 
 Fecamp and other of the Judges, — 
 {in awe) 
 Before Saint John's day I 
 
 Jeanne (cont) — 
 "So must it be* 
 Do not torment yourself; 
 Be resigned; God will help thee*" 
 
 Warwick, — 
 
 Had they warned you before? 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 Many times and nearly every day* 
 They first warned me 
 During the week of Easter 
 In the trenches of Melun* 
 
 (to herself ) 
 My year was almost ended. 
 
 174 " III, X. 
 
I asked them that when taken 
 I might die soon, 
 Without long suffering in prison; 
 And again they said to me, — 
 "Be resigned to all« 
 Thus must it be>" 
 
 Often I asked the hourj 
 They never told me* 
 Friendly Judges, — 
 
 ( to one another) 
 Saint Catherine and Saint Margaret! 
 She is sent of God! 
 
 (Loyseleur leans forward consult'^ 
 ing in whispers with Estivet. 
 Couchon sits pompously silent) 
 Suffolk,— 
 
 (puzzled) 
 Yet you {e<i in war> 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {somewhat sadly) 
 After the revelation 
 I wished to stay at St> Denis; 
 But the captains would not let me* 
 Had I done so 
 
 You would not have taken me. 
 Estivet, — 
 
 {leaning forward eagerly) 
 Is it so that 
 
 To the children of the church 
 At Compiegne you said, — 
 "My children and dear friends 
 I notify you that I am soH 
 And betrayed, and that shortly 
 I shall be delivered over to death/" 
 III, X. 175 
 
And that you besought them 
 To pray for you saying, — 
 "Nevermore shall I be able 
 To do service for the King 
 And the kingdom of France?" 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {sadly but simply) 
 It is so, 
 
 (The judges are awe^struck, 
 Loyseleur nods his head ctaff 
 Uy.) 
 Midi — 
 
 {excitedly, angrily) 
 How did you know? 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 ( unperturbed) 
 They told me. 
 Fecamp, — 
 
 Saint Catherine and Saint Margeret? 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 I have 6aid< 
 
 (They are angty, wroth,) 
 Estivet, — 
 
 (craftily) 
 If you had known 
 You would be captured, then. 
 Would you have gone? 
 
 (Loyseleur listens closely, Ysam** 
 bard alert follows every argU'' 
 ment) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 I would not have gone gladly, 
 But assuredly I would have gone, 
 Had God so commanded me* 
 
 176 111. X. 
 
( There is a brief lowering silence, 
 Loyseleur rises and moves to 
 consult with Couchon*) 
 Midi,— 
 
 Why did you throw yourself 
 From the tower of Beaurevoir? 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 I had heard 
 
 That the people of Compiegne, all, 
 
 To the age of seven years, 
 
 Were to be put to fire and sword} 
 
 I wished to save themj 
 
 And then < > / . I knew 
 
 I was to be sold to the English* 
 
 I jumped to save myself, 
 
 And to go to the help 
 
 Of all those brave folk 
 
 Who were in danger. 
 Estivet,— 
 
 (leaning forward) 
 
 Did your Saints counsel you to do it?' 
 Midi,— 
 
 It wasSatanj 
 
 Satan urged her! 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 Saint Catherine told me 
 Almost every day, not to leap, 
 
 (Estivet sinks back scowling,) 
 That God would help them. 
 I said 
 "Since God will help them 
 
 I wish to be there." 
 But she warned me 
 That I should not be delivered 
 
 III. X. Ml 
 
Before I saw the English king. 
 
 I was in misery until they promised mc 
 
 Compicgne should be relieved* 
 
 ( The English are frowning, Loy** 
 seleur returns to his seat) 
 Fecamp, — 
 
 They promised you? 
 
 (Jeanne hears him not) 
 Warwick, — 
 
 Did you urge your Saints 
 
 To send Vendome? 
 
 Did they make him go? 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 Each day I prayed that some one 
 
 Might come to their relief 
 
 Whether they sent him or not 
 
 I cannot telL 
 
 God willed Compiegne should be re^' 
 lieved; 
 
 His will was done, 
 
 Couchon, — 
 
 ( with vast importance) 
 On the scaffold you did admit 
 Before us, your Judges, 
 In the presence of all the people, 
 That you had untruthfully asserted 
 Your Voices to be Saint Catherine 
 And Saint Margaret* 
 Now again do you affirm them? 
 
 (Ysambari grasping the cliair^ 
 arms, leans forward almost ris^ 
 ing.) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {tensing herself, turning towards 
 him) 
 178 III. X, 
 
Said I not, 
 
 When you took me to the torture, 
 
 Were you to tear me limb from limb, 
 
 And separate soul and body, 
 
 I would tell you nothing more? 
 
 And if I should say aught else, 
 
 I would always after declare 
 
 You made me say it by force? 
 
 (Some of the judges nod their 
 heads,) 
 
 Jeanne i^cont,) — 
 
 {quietly, intensely) 
 What I said Thursday, I said 
 Because I feared the fire* 
 
 ( The judges sit up expectant, some 
 in horror^ some in triumph, 
 Ysambard in agony murmurs 
 her name,) 
 
 Jeanne (coi3t), — 
 
 (calmly, repentant) 
 I did not intend to deny my Voices, 
 Either Saint Catherine 
 Or Saint Margaret. 
 I will deny them no more. 
 
 The Judges, — 
 
 {excitedly.) 
 She shall burn; 
 She is relapsed! 
 
 Jeanne, (cont), — 
 I feared the firej 
 But now I am no more afraid, 
 I would rather burn 
 Than longer endure the suffering 
 Of a prison, 
 
 III. X. 179 
 
Couchon,— 
 
 {cruelly) 
 Ah , , , , , ah , , , , , 
 
 (Ysambard sinks back overcome,) 
 
 Warwick, — 
 
 (to Suffolk) 
 We have her now! 
 
 (Her friends are weeping* Loy* 
 seleur is smiling satisfied,) 
 Suffolk — 
 
 (somewhat moved) 
 Why did you not accept 
 The offer of ransom 
 From the Count of Ligny? 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 ( wistfully) 
 In God's name, he but mocked me! 
 For I knew well that he had 
 Neither the will nor the power* 
 
 Warwick, — 
 
 (with bitter sarcasm) 
 Your King , , , . » will ransom you. 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (resignedly) 
 He has no gold, And I 
 Am but a simple peasant maiden; 
 God alone will care for me. 
 
 Couchon, — 
 
 (leaning forward, angrily) 
 Do you believe 
 You are still in God's grace, 
 You heretic? 
 Ysambard, — 
 
 (in agony, starting forward) 
 180 III, X. 
 
Jeanne. Don't answer him^ 
 Pass it by, 
 
 Stafford/ — 
 
 (to Ysambafd) 
 You had best be silent* 
 
 (Ysambafd returns to his seat still 
 feverishly watching her,) 
 Estivet, — 
 
 ( threateningly) 
 Are you still in God's favor? 
 
 {There is intense silence,) 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (in measured tones') 
 If I am not, may God so place me; 
 If I am, may God there keep me. 
 
 (Her enemies are non^'plussed.) 
 I should be the saddest in all the world, 
 If I knew I were not 
 In the grace of our Lord, 
 Manchon, Colles and her friends, — 
 
 (in whispered admiration) 
 Bravo; bravo! 
 
 Jeanne (coi3f.)< — 
 
 (tentatively) 
 But if I were in a state of sin 
 Do you think the Voices 
 Would come to me? 
 Loyseleur, — 
 
 (aside, excitedly) 
 The Voices; the Voices! 
 
 (He moves quickly and whispers 
 to Couchon,) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (earnestly) 
 I would that everyone could hear them, 
 III, X. 181 
 
, , , , asl hear them^ 
 
 {to the judges) 
 You would believe me # * , , then, 
 Couchon, — 
 
 (his eyes narrowing) 
 Have you heard your voices 
 At all since Thursday last? 
 
 (The judges await her answer in 
 great excitement) 
 Ysambard/ — 
 
 (in tears) 
 Jeanne? Jeanne ,,,,,,,, 
 
 {Again he attempts to go to her 
 hut is seized and forced hack to 
 his place by Stafford and the 
 English soldiers,) 
 JeannCf — 
 
 {quietly, in the turmoil) 
 Yes, I have heard them, 
 Hcf enemies, — 
 
 ( triumphan tly) 
 Relapsed ! Relapsed ! 
 The friendly judges, — 
 
 {in great sorrow) 
 Relapsed. 
 
 (Loyseleur resumes his place well 
 pleased,) 
 Couchon, — 
 
 {working his palms together oiU 
 ily>) 
 
 What did they say j 
 What did they say? 
 Jeanne^ — 
 
 (quietly) 
 They spoke to mc 
 182 III, X. 
 
Of the so great pity it was 
 
 That I should consent 
 
 To abjure and recant 
 
 In order to saye my life* 
 Couchon, — 
 
 (^sotto voce) 
 
 In the prison they told you} 
 
 They told you , , , , , 
 Jeanne (cont), — 
 
 And warned me that I should damn my/ 
 self, 
 
 If I said God sent me not. 
 
 The priests, — 
 
 {to each other) 
 She will burn; she will bum, 
 
 {Settled back into his seat Loyse^ 
 leur dreams of the future ag^ 
 grandizements due for the ser'* 
 vices he has rendered La Tre-* 
 moille and Burgundy, Ysambard 
 moves to Jeanne's side and kneels 
 at her feet) 
 
 Jeanne {cont), — 
 
 Again yesterday evening 
 They came and said, — 
 "Great is the evil thou hast done 
 
 In saying that your acts were wrong/' 
 They told me to be patient 
 And promised me that in the end 
 I should come to the kingdom of paradise 
 To dwell with them 
 
 {ecstatically) 
 With Saint Catharine and Saint Margaret, 
 Saint Michael and Saint Gabriel^ 
 , , t , , f iti Heaven* 
 III, X. 163 
 
(alter a moment of exaltation) 
 All I said and revoked) 
 I said for fear of the fire« 
 Ysambard, — 
 
 ipiteously, taking her hand) 
 Jeanne, Jeanne; 
 They will burn you; 
 They will burn you. 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (looking down on Ysambard) 
 My dear father 
 
 Think not my faith is so weak 
 That I fear death and the life beyond. 
 
 (fo the judges) 
 The Voice doth come to me from God 
 And by His own command, 
 Couchon, — 
 
 Beware} beware! 
 
 (Ysambard, in tears, rises to re*' 
 turn.) 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {proudly) 
 Burn me if you will} 
 I am no more afraid! 
 Far greater is my fear of doing wrong. 
 By saying what would displease God, 
 Than of being burned by answering you. 
 For the Voices have told me ... , 
 Couchon, — 
 
 (perturbed) 
 What! Aye what now? 
 
 (Loyseleur straightens up sudden^ 
 fyf the judges lean forward 
 anxiously I Ysambard stands 
 waiting) 
 m m,x. 
 
What have they told you? 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 Things not for you but for my King. 
 
 The soldiers at the right, — 
 {in fear) 
 What is it the witch knows; 
 What will she do? 
 
 The Soldiers at the left,— 
 (in fear) 
 Burn her! Pass judgment? 
 Take her away! 
 
 Jeanne (cont), — 
 
 Ah, if my King but knew them 
 He would be more easy in his mind, 
 I would he might know them« 
 Couchon, — 
 
 (angry, purples faced) 
 The King, the so-called King of France, 
 Crowned by a witch, is damned, is here^ 
 tic] 
 (Tiie English shout approval) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (grieved) 
 By my faith. Sire, 
 I dare say and swear, 
 He is the most christian of all christians, 
 He who best loves the law and the 
 
 Church, 
 He is not , , , , , not what you say» 
 
 (Couchon is silenced. Her friends 
 are thrilled,) 
 Estivet, — 
 
 What have the voices told you? 
 Of Pans? 
 Ill, X. IdS 
 
Jeanne, — 
 
 (sighing, speaking as to herstif 
 alone) 
 They told me, , , . . all must die. 
 And if our dying, even as our livings* 
 May serve some useful end 
 Tis well to die. 
 
 {The Judges look at one another 
 with blank faces, Loyseleur 
 studies her Intently.) 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 They told me 
 
 I should dwell with them 
 
 In paradise, and that my death 
 
 Would 
 
 Warwick, — 
 
 (^roughly) 
 Would what? 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 ( wearily) 
 Years hence, 
 
 When not another English soldier 
 Boots it on French soil. 
 You may look back upon my death 
 And know , . , , * not now, 
 
 (Ysambard resumts his seat sor^ 
 rowing.) 
 
 Warwick, — 
 
 {sarcastically) 
 Your Voices promised 
 To deliver you from out our hands; 
 Did they not? 
 
 Estivet and others, — 
 
 Yes, yes; her Voices? 
 166 111 X' 
 
Jeanne, — 
 
 (simply, full of faith) 
 Indeed they promised me, 
 
 (//e turns away disconcerted, The 
 priests are bewildered. They 
 cannot understand her faith,) 
 Estivet, — 
 
 What else did the false Voices 
 Promise you? Riches? To be Queen? 
 Three famous sons? 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (shaking her head) 
 For myself nothing, 
 
 Couchon, — 
 
 (surprised) 
 Nothing? 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (without emotion) 
 Nothing at all. 
 
 (They are even more at sea,) 
 All I asked was my deliverance, 
 That God would help the French, 
 And the salvation of my souL 
 They told me I should be delivered 
 By a great victory, adding, — 
 "Be resigned; 
 Have no care for thy martyrdom/' 
 
 Soldiers at the right, — 
 (perturbed) 
 A great victory! A victory! 
 Is it Paris? 
 
 Jeanne (cont), — 
 
 They told me this simply, 
 Absolutely^ and without faiL 
 III, s, 187 
 
What they meant by my martyrdom 
 I did not know; nor of what sort 
 The great victory* Now I know 
 It will come to pass* 
 
 ( The soldiers are restless, fearful ) 
 
 Couchon, — 
 
 (angrily) 
 Tomorrow you shall die! 
 
 Stafford,— 
 
 Today} today! 
 
 The Soldiers at the rear, — 
 Aye J today, today! 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (with exaltation) 
 It may be? , * , . yet 
 The dead shall live again* 
 
 (Suffolk with knitted brow is try*' 
 ing to fathom her meaning, 
 Loyseleur shifts restlessly in his 
 seat,) 
 Estivct, — 
 
 ( venge fully) 
 As for your soul's salvation? 
 You are damned. 
 You are a relapsed heretic, 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 ( with great trust and assurance) 
 Not all the enemies of France 
 Can, by their sentence, 
 Make me hated of the Lord* 
 He will guard and care for me* 
 I am not yet despised* 
 Warwick, — 
 
 {with animus) 
 188 III,x, 
 
When you arc dead, 
 
 All France will fall into our hands* 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 It will not be. For all the places 
 
 Which the King of Heaven 
 
 Hath subdued through me 
 
 And put into the hands 
 
 Of Charles, the gentle King, 
 
 Will never be retaken 
 
 By his enemies, 
 Warwick, — 
 
 Compiegne , , , , , Compiegne , , , , » 
 Jeanne, -- 
 
 {with spirit) 
 
 Hath not yet fallen? 
 
 Nor will fall. They promised, — 
 
 Once the King was crowned at Rheims 
 
 God would protect his kingdom, 
 
 (Loyseleur is afire with hatred,) 
 The friendly judges, — 
 {impressed) 
 
 They promised; her Saints, 
 Suffolk,— 
 
 (angry, yet in doubt) 
 
 Think you God fights for the French 
 alone? 
 
 And hates the English? 
 
 ( The soldiers press forward,) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 Of the love or hate 
 
 God may have for the English, 
 
 Or what he will do for their souls, 
 
 I know nothing} 
 
 But I know quite well 
 
 They will be put out of France, 
 III, X. 189 
 
Except those who shall die here? 
 And that God will send victory 
 To the French against the English. 
 
 {to the English) 
 Why do you not leave France 
 And go back to your own country? 
 Do not you love your own land? 
 
 (They are sullenly silentf she 
 turns to the French Judges.) 
 Not one of them has been seen 
 To sow a field with grain; 
 They have not raised a single fire-place, 
 Made one home abode. 
 More than seventy thousand 
 Have already died in France 
 Who might have lived in peace 
 In England. 
 
 Do they not love England 
 As we love France? 
 
 (They cannot answer her. She 
 addresses the English Lords.) 
 Why do you fight against the Lord? 
 God will not give our land to you. 
 Why must you die here 
 Cut off in your sins? 
 Why must we shed your blood? 
 
 Stafford, — 
 
 (angrily drawing his dagger) 
 You witch; you witch! 
 
 (Held by the others he yet strug*' 
 gles to reach her,) 
 Suffolk — 
 
 (proudly) 
 We were sent into France 
 To purge the land. 
 When first we came 
 190 III x. 
 
Like bcastSf the nobles 
 
 Clutched each others throats? 
 
 The streets of Paris ran with blood? 
 
 French blood, all French, — 
 
 While your humped, crazed King 
 
 Sat; mouth agape, eyes ableer, 
 
 With wandering thoughts. 
 
 Impotent, imbecile? 
 
 You peasants starved ? 
 
 When good King Henry came, 
 
 Warwick, — 
 
 God led him hither by the hand 
 
 To punish well your sins. 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (humbly) 
 
 At Agincourt 
 
 The nobles were well punished 
 
 For their sins. 
 
 Warwick, — 
 
 We overran the land 
 
 Until you came. 
 
 We cannot fight the Devil, 
 
 When you are gone 
 
 From Paris we will march 
 
 South, and South, and West, 
 
 Retake Orleans, o'erwhelm Touraine, 
 
 And, when we will, at Bourgcs 
 
 Take captive your toy King 
 
 Compiegne and Rheims 
 
 Shall fall to Burgundy* 
 
 (The English soldiers cheer his 
 statements.) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (dispassionately, shaking her head) 
 It will not be, 
 III, X, 191 
 
For us the greater task 
 
 Was against our own rebellious French* 
 
 They will return and fight 
 
 For Charlesr their King« 
 
 As for you English 
 
 In war we drove you 
 
 As the wind hurries chaff* 
 
 {Wroth they make toward her, 
 Suffolk would hear her speak,) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (putting up her hand to silence 
 them) 
 
 I am to die; 
 
 Yet God will do such things in France 
 
 That all the kingdom will be shaken* 
 
 Within seven years the English 
 
 Will lose a greater battle 
 
 Than that before Orleans^ 
 
 And soon shall lose all France! 
 
 (Suffolk is startled. Ysambard //s^ 
 tens impressed. Her friends, 
 forgetting themselves, applaud 
 her, Loyseleur and her enemies 
 are furious,) 
 
 Stafford,— 
 
 The she devil? the witch! 
 
 (Again he attempts to murder 
 her. 
 
 The English soldiers gather about 
 her and before the tribunal in 
 great anger each threatening 
 and screaming, — ''She is guilty!'^ 
 "She has relapsed!" ''She wears 
 the clothes!'* "Condemn her/ 
 condemn her!" Loyseleur mo v^ 
 
 192 III. x. 
 
ing to Couchon whispers rapidly 
 and impressively ) 
 Stafford, — 
 
 (through the clamor) 
 Yield her unto us; 
 She is a heretic and damned; 
 Pass judgment, 
 
 (Couchon rises in his place and 
 spreads his palms for peace,) 
 
 Suffolk,— 
 
 {forcing back the soldiery) 
 Return; return; 
 The judges will act; 
 They will sentence her* 
 Let them speak, 
 
 ( When quiet is restored Couchon 
 proceeds. Aside, alone, Jeanne 
 stands wrapped in thought and 
 and prayer. Suffolk in a deep 
 study watches her. Ysambard 
 is weeping,) 
 
 Couchonr- 
 
 (pompously to the judges) 
 On Thursday, May the twenty ^'fourth 
 Jeanne the Maid, after having 
 Received a solemn preachment 
 Concerning her many errors 
 And grievous crimes. 
 And numerous admonitions, 
 Signed, with her own hand, 
 Her revocation and abjuration. 
 As you all did witness. 
 
 ( The judges nod their heads> ) 
 In the afternoon of that same day 
 The deputy inquisitor, our Coadjutor, 
 III, X, 193 
 
Did seek her out in prison 
 
 And did charitably admonish her 
 
 To persist in her good purpose 
 
 And to guard herself stoutly against tt^ 
 
 lapse; 
 And he did set before her 
 How God had, on that day, 
 Taken pity upon her 
 And how we, the clergy, 
 Had shown ourselves merciful 
 In receiving her to the grace 
 And the pardon of the Holy Mother 
 
 Church, 
 He told her to leave off the man's gar/ 
 
 mcnt 
 And to take the woman's dress 
 And in all things to obey the Church, 
 A woman's dress having been offered 
 
 her 
 She at once clothed herself therein 
 And seemed most truly penitent, 
 
 (sighing hypocritically) 
 But now, driven by the Devil, 
 Behold! She hath declared anew, 
 That her Voices and the spirits 
 Which have appeared to her, 
 Have returned to her 
 And have said many things to her, 
 And, casting away her woman's dress, 
 She hath again taken the male garments, 
 And hath said many things 
 Contrary to the Holy Church. 
 What shall be done with the relapsed 
 
 heretic? 
 We seek your advice and counsel, 
 
 ( The English soldiers and some of 
 194 III,x. 
 
the priests in great excitement 
 scream,— "Burn her!" ''To the 
 Staker'&c) 
 Jeannei — 
 
 {turning to Couchon) 
 You say you are my judge; 
 Heed well then what you do* 
 
 Couchon, — 
 
 (to the judges^ 
 What shall be done? 
 
 Estivet, — 
 
 {rising) 
 The witch is relapsed. 
 We must declare her heretic 
 And yield her to the guard. 
 
 (Couchon looks about for other 
 opinions,) 
 
 Touraine — 
 
 Jeanne is proven heretic. 
 She must be dealt with 
 According to the law. 
 
 (Ysambard looks at them with in^* 
 tense sadness.) 
 
 Abbot of Fecamp, — 
 
 {in a mild feminine voice) 
 We who live in the church 
 And in the administration of holy things 
 Ought to shew her, in ail gentleness, 
 That she is, by her words and actions, 
 Outside of the faith, the truth/ and rc^ 
 
 ligion, 
 We ought to warn her, 
 That she has nothing further 
 To expect in this earthly life 
 III, X. 195 
 
And to admonish her charitably 
 For the salvation of her soul. 
 
 Midi- 
 Jeanne shall be considered heretic* 
 The sentence declaring her such/ 
 Once given by us the judges, 
 She shall be abandoned 
 To the secular authority, 
 Which shall be prayed to act 
 Toward her with the utmost gentleness, 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (in an undertone) 
 My enemies are my judges? 
 The sentence is foreknown, 
 
 Couchon, — 
 
 {looking about threateningly) 
 Are all agreed? 
 
 {Some nod their heads f some say 
 "ayef" some hang their heads in 
 sorrow.) 
 Couchon, — 
 
 {to Jeanne) 
 Do you still believe? 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 As firmly as I believe 
 God gave His only Son 
 Who suffered upon the cross, and died. 
 To save us from the pains of hell, 
 So firmly do I believe it was 
 Saint Michael and Saint Gabriel, 
 The blessed Saint Catherine, 
 And Saint Margaret, 
 Whom the Savior sent 
 To comfort and to counsel me, 
 196 III, X. 
 
Ysambard, — 
 
 {moving to her, beseechingly) 
 Recant; recant! 
 They will now burn you! 
 
 (Couchon and the priests watch 
 her intently.) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 I know well that the English 
 Will do me to death, 
 
 (with bowed head) 
 It must be bornc/ 
 
 (quietly, bravely) 
 I put my trust in the Lord, 
 
 (Loyseleur smiles malignantly,) 
 
 Couchon, — 
 
 (glancing about triumphantly) 
 'Tis done, 
 The process is now closed, 
 
 Stafford and the English, — 
 
 Sentence her; sentence her! 
 Proclaim her damned, 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (to the English) 
 Burn me and forever 
 You will burn hereafter! 
 
 (fo the judges sorrowfully) 
 You who claim to be at one with God, 
 Who live within the church, 
 What answer can you make the Lord 
 When, dead, you stand before Him 
 For His judgment? 
 
 {They shrink from her eyes 
 ashamed. The soldiers are g to w^ 
 ing sullen,) 
 He chose me for his work 
 
 III, X. 197 
 
And you now publish me as heretic. 
 
 Condemn me to be burned. 
 
 What became of those 
 
 Who crucified the Lord? 
 
 As long as you may live 
 
 The people will pursue you 
 
 In the streets! 
 
 And when alone your thoughts 
 
 Will never free themselves of murder, 
 
 (At her feet Ysambard still begs 
 her to recant) 
 English Soldiers, — 
 
 (sullenly) 
 Publish the warrant ! 
 Let her die! 
 
 Estivet, — 
 
 ( bespeaking a tten tion ) 
 Silence! 
 Listen to the sentence, 
 
 Couchon, — 
 
 (reading) 
 We, the Bishop and vicar, having re/ 
 gard to all that has gone before, in 
 which it is shewn that this woman 
 hath never truly abandoned her cr'' 
 rors, her obstinate temerity, nor her 
 unheard/of crimes. That she hath 
 shewn the malice of her diabolical ob^ 
 stinacy in this deceitful semblance of 
 contrition, penitence, and amend** 
 ment, — malice rendered still more 
 damnable by her perjury of the Holy 
 Name of God, and blasphemy of His 
 ineffable Majesty; — considering her on 
 all these grounds obstinate, incorrigi/ 
 198 III X. 
 
blc, heretic, relapsed into heresy, and 
 altogether unworthy of the grace and 
 of the communion which, by our for*' 
 mcr sentence, we did mercifully ac^ 
 cord her; . , . , . 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (much grie vcd ) 
 Not once have I been granted commun^' 
 ion. 
 
 (fo Suffolk) 
 We did not refuse you 
 The blessed sacrament 
 When you were our prisoner, 
 Suffolk, — 
 
 I was not heretic, 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (sincerely) 
 No more am L 
 Couchon, — 
 
 (pompouslyt continuing) 
 All of which being seen and considered, 
 we at last, with great reluctance, pro^ 
 ceed to the final sentence; — 
 
 (Patiently Jeanne awaits the end. 
 Ysambard has resumed his seat, 
 Loyseleur is still smiling,) 
 In the name of the Lord? Amen. 
 
 [reading from a second mms.) 
 At all times, and especially since so 
 many false prophets have arisen, 
 when the poisoned virus of heresy 
 attaches itself with persistency to a 
 member of the Church and transforms 
 him into a member of Satan, extreme 
 care should be taken to watch that the 
 
 III, X. 199 
 
hoffibic contagion of this pernicious 
 leprosy does not gain other parts of the 
 mystic body of Christ. The decisions 
 of the Holy Fathers have willed that 
 hardened heretics, such as this homi.' 
 cidal viper, should not be warmed in 
 the bosom of pious Mother Church 
 but should be separated from the midst 
 of the just, lest they do them too great 
 injury. It was for this that, Thurs-^ 
 day last, we did, by a just judgment, 
 declare this woman fallen into diverse 
 errors and diverse crimes of schism, 
 idolatry, invocation of demons, and 
 many others, (with great sancti^ 
 many) But, because the Church dees 
 not close her bosom to the child who 
 returns to her, we did think that, with 
 a spirit pure, and a faith unfeigned, 
 she had put far from her her errors 
 and her crimes, considering that on 
 that day she did renounce them and 
 did publicly swear, vow, and promise 
 never to return to any of her errors 
 and her heresies, ss is proved at greats' 
 cr length in a writing signed by her 
 own hand- {with pompous horror) 
 But after this abjuration of her errors, 
 The Author ^ of ^ Schism ^ and ^ Heresy 
 hath again arisen in her heart, which 
 he hath once more seduced. (grow>^ 
 ing restless under her gaze) It hath 
 become manifest by her spontaneous 
 confessions and confessed assertions. 
 (Ysambard attempts to be heard 
 but Couchon talks him down,) 
 200 III, X. 
 
Couchon, — 
 
 (with raised voice, turning on 
 Jeanne directly) 
 Shame , , , , shame! 
 That, as the dog 
 Returns again to his vomit, 
 So? so hast thou returned 
 To thine errors and crimes! 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (witii sufferance) 
 Even cs God has willed^ 
 
 {The English break in, clamoring 
 for a sentence.) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 You are ovcrlong; 
 
 Pray make an end, 
 
 Stafford and the Soldiers, — 
 
 Aye, make an end, you Monk! 
 Make an end! 
 Couchon, — 
 
 (having turned several pages.) 
 Having before otjr eyes Christ and the 
 honor of the Orthodox Faith, so that 
 our judgment may emanate even from 
 the face of the Lord; we, the judges, say 
 and decree, — That thou, Jeanne, hast 
 been on the subject of thy pretended 
 divine revelations and apparitions, 
 lying, seducing, pernicious, presump/' 
 tuous, lightly believing, rash, supersti^ 
 tious, a divineress and blasphemer 
 tov/erds God and the Saints, a despiscr 
 of God Himself in His Sacraments; 
 a prevaricator of the Divine Lav/ and 
 of ecclesiastical sanctions, of sacred 
 III, X. 201 
 
doctrine J seditious, cruel, apostate, 
 schismatic, erring on many points of 
 our faith, and by all these means rash/ 
 ly guilty toward the Father, and Holy 
 Church, 
 
 And also, because that often, very often, 
 not only by us on our part, but by the 
 learned Doctors and Masters thou hast 
 been duly and sufficiently warned to 
 amend, to correct thyself and submit 
 to the disposal, decision, and correction 
 of Holy Mother Church; which thou 
 hast not willed, having even many 
 times and obstinately refused to sub*' 
 mit thyself to our Lord the Pope and 
 to the General Council; 
 
 Jeanne, 
 
 No, my Lord, you know well 
 I wished to be taken to our father the 
 Pope, 
 
 Ysambard and others, — ^ 
 
 It is so. It is SO/ 
 
 ( Couchon pot/i3</s his desk for si<* 
 lencc. The English crowd to^ 
 ward the tribunal shouting for 
 the sentence, urging despatch,) 
 Warwick, — 
 
 {angrily) 
 Pass judgment; at once, at once! 
 Would you have us dine here? 
 
 Couchon, — 
 
 (fearful, making himself heard) 
 It shall be done; it shall be done. 
 (turning to Jeanne) 
 202 III, X. 
 
Hardened and obstinate in thy crimes, 
 excesses, and errors, we with right dc^ 
 dare thee excommunicate, heretic, 
 damned. Infected with the leprosy of 
 heresy we now separate thee from the 
 Church; a member of Satan we aban^ 
 don thee to the secular authority, ( The 
 men^at^'arms cheer and would seize 
 her. She puts up her hand and 
 stops them.) praying this same power 
 that< as concerns death and the muti^ 
 lation of limbs, it may be pleased to 
 moderate its judgment. 
 
 {He takes his seat Loyseleur and 
 her enemies are well satisfied, 
 Ysambard and her friends are 
 overcome, weeping.) 
 
 Estivet,— 
 
 Go in peace: 
 
 The Church can no longer defend you; 
 
 She leaves you to the law, 
 
 (Couchon and Estivet busy them*' 
 selves affixing their seals to the 
 document. 
 The English soldiers in great ex/ 
 citement surge forward to take 
 her away, screamingf — "The 
 witch; the witch!" "Burn the 
 witch!" "Down with France!" 
 "Away with her!" "To the fire!" 
 "To the fire!" 
 Suffolk would restrain them. Mas/ 
 sieu and the keepers beat them 
 back. Jeanne looks about on all 
 undisturbed.) 
 Ill, X, 203 
 
Suffolk- 
 Listen} let hcf speak, 
 
 ( When they are quiet Jeanne speaks. 
 The soldiers having left the door 
 unguarded people from the out^ 
 side gradually assemble to the 
 right The priests move down 
 from their places,) 
 
 ••/• "^X \\ \\ 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (gravely) 
 By your sentence I am heretic 
 And soon , , , . . must die; 
 And, . , , . . through my death, 
 You hope to conquer France, 
 How vainly, uselessly 
 You strive against the Lord. 
 
 {to Suffolk) 
 You say you came 
 To punish us our sins, 
 Tis true the knights were unworthy? 
 But the peasants were blameless, 
 And God cares for them, 
 
 {People and priests move restless^ 
 
 204 III, 31. 
 
While we starved we learned. 
 
 And, for that the knights 
 
 Would not lead in war, 
 
 And, as yet, the people 
 
 Dared not trust themselves 
 
 God chose the humblest of His servants 
 
 Through whom he might instruct 
 
 And lead them, 
 
 A thousand maids there were 
 
 More wise than Ij 
 
 'Twas for my very simpleness 
 
 He chose me^ that all might see 
 
 The victories were His handiwork. 
 
 And having led and conquered, 
 
 And having taught the people 
 
 That they should trust the Lord, 
 
 For whom the King now rules in France, 
 
 My services were ended. 
 
 Think you, if it were needful 
 
 I should lead the armies, 
 
 God would have yielded me to you? 
 
 (shaking her head) 
 He had no further need of me; 
 My work was over. 
 The lessons have been learned. 
 
 And yet you seek my life. 
 
 It is a simple thing, my life, 
 
 A spear wound in the side, 
 
 A sword stained red, 
 
 And the worn soldier's soul 
 
 Springs through the gap to Heaven? 
 
 Death means deliverance, 
 
 {a'^h anger for the fields) 
 Outside 'tis Easter time; 
 The flowers blow; 
 111, I. 205 
 
The birds are singing; 
 God is there. In prison 
 
 (shivering) 
 All is foul with crime and treachery, 
 Tis cold, there is no light, 
 
 ( With exaJta Hon ) 
 In heaven 'tis also Easter time; 
 There I will walk with God 
 And Saint Catherine; 
 And, when you are gone, 
 We shall rejoice; the glad sunshine 
 Will warm all France again; 
 The King shall rule ; 
 And the people till their fields 
 In peace and freedom! 
 Ah France, fair France! 
 
 {The people cheer her. Excitedly 
 the soldiers surge toward her, 
 screaming, — M wa y! " "A way 
 to the scaffold!") 
 Jeanne (cont>), — 
 
 {tremulously) 
 France farewell 
 
 {She turns toward the priests. 
 The soldiers and people are si^ 
 lenced.) 
 I have put you to much trouble. 
 For that I trust you will forgive me; 
 And, when I am no more, 
 Who will, would render unto me 
 The kindest act of all. 
 If he would pray for me. 
 
 (The friendly judges are over^ 
 whelmed with sorrow,) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 {moving to Warwick) 
 206 III, X. 
 
My Lof d^ I am your pf isoner . 
 
 {to Suffolk and the English) 
 How empty your revenge. 
 
 Fecamp, — 
 
 {fearful, pushing forward) 
 Confess your guilt 
 That my conscience may be free; 
 Confess , , , , confess! 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 God alone can take the burden 
 From your soul; I am guiltless. 
 
 {The English exulting surround 
 her to take her away, The peo^ 
 pie, fearful of the English pikes, 
 crowd through the door and out 
 into the sunshine, Many are 
 weeping, Couchon, Estivet and 
 Loyseleur {still wearing a smirk 
 of satisfaction) pass out through 
 the private doorway^ 
 Led by Warwick and Massieu/ foU 
 lowed by the prisoni' keepers, 
 and the excited soldiers Jeanne 
 moves across the room. Fecamp 
 follows her feverishly, anxiously. 
 The judges remain, silent) 
 Suffolk — 
 
 {contritely, as she passes) 
 May God help you, 
 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 He will my Lord, farewelL 
 
 {He stands aside as the screaming, 
 vengeful throng pushes onward,) 
 
 stands aside as the screaming 
 igeful throng pushes onward. 
 
 m,x, 207 
 
Jeanne, — 
 
 (to Ysambard who has approached 
 her) 
 Go^ my father, bring the cross, 
 And when the flames surround me, 
 Hold it high 
 
 That my dying eyes may see it, 
 And speak to me holy words of comfort 
 Even to the end, 
 
 (He hastens away. 
 Outside the wailing and the exults 
 ing tumult of a multitude is 
 heard,) 
 Jeanne, — 
 
 (to Manchon, Colles and the friends 
 ly monks ) 
 You, who still love France^ 
 Be not dismayed/ 
 God will not desert you! 
 Good cheer} fight on! 
 
 ( Calm, midst the vengeful threats' 
 ening mob, peaceful, trusting in 
 her God, she passes on to the 
 scaffold and death.) 
 Suffolk,- 
 
 (foUowing slowly after the sol'' 
 diers, shaking his head sadly) 
 Empty . . , . , fruitless . , , , , 
 She was God's child , , . God's child 
 
 » « 
 
 206 
 
 III, z. 
 
ACT III SCENE XL 
 
 {After Suffolk has gone there is silence* 
 The priests, listening to the sounds without, 
 are gradually filled with the horror and aw^ 
 fulness of their crime. One after the other 
 falls to his knees in agony praying. 
 
 The sun^'Spot in the center of the room 
 darkens, then flashing forth fitfully, holds 
 the priests spell^bound. Without the lam^ 
 entations of the grief ^crazed multitude are 
 heard. 
 
 The sun-spot flickering, changing, sud^ 
 denly burns red} an awed silence holds 
 the priests within, the multitude without. 
 
 The storm bursts. The horror^strick^ 
 en multitude wails in anguish. Within the 
 priests stand fearful.) 
 
 Beaupere, — 
 
 [delirious, screaming as one ac^ 
 cursed ) 
 We arc lost! 
 We have killed a Saint! 
 
 Midi.— 
 
 (/fl woeful affliction) 
 God have mercy on our souls! 
 
 (The monks moan and pray in 
 misery.) 
 
 Ill, xi. 209 
 
Colics, — 
 
 {breaking out fiercely) 
 Though dead 
 She shall live again! 
 Manchon and others, — 
 
 {vengefuUy, their patriotism afire) 
 A thousand years! 
 A thousand years! 
 
 (As the curtain falls, from without, 
 subdued, faint, midst the other 
 noises the *'Veni Creator Spirits 
 us" is heard, gradually become' 
 ing more insistent, accompany 
 led by the steady onward marchi' 
 ing tread of a multitude, symi* 
 bolizing the future of France.) 
 
 (FINIS,) 
 
 210 III, XI. 
 
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