And this brave sword from danger shall protect her!

LA HIRE.

A universe in arms we will not fear,

If she, the mighty one, precede our troops.

The God of battle walketh by her side;

Let her conduct us on to victory!

[The knights clang their arms and step forward.

CHARLES.

Yes, holy maiden, do thou lead mine host;

My chiefs and warriors shall submit to thee.

This sword of matchless temper, proved in war,

Sent back in anger by the Constable,

Hath found a hand more worthy. Prophetess,

Do thou receive it, and henceforward be--

JOHANNA.

No, noble Dauphin! conquest to my liege

Is not accorded through this instrument

Of earthly might. I know another sword

Wherewith I am to conquer, which to thee,

I, as the Spirit taught, will indicate;

Let it be hither brought.

CHARLES.

Name it, Johanna.

JOHANNA.

Send to the ancient town of Fierbois;

There in Saint Catherine's churchyard is a vault

Where lie in heaps the spoils of bygone war.

Among them is the sword which I must use.

It by three golden lilies may be known,

Upon the blade impressed. Let it be brought

For thou, my liege, shalt conquer through this sword.

CHARLES.

Perform what she commands.

JOHANNA.

And a white banner,

Edged with a purple border, let me bear.

Upon this banner let the Queen of Heaven

Be pictured with the beauteous Jesus child

Floating in glory o'er this earthly ball.

For so the Holy Mother showed it me.

CHARLES.

So be it as thou sayest.

JOHANNA (to the ARCHBISHOP).

Reverend bishop;

Lay on my head thy consecrated hands!

Pronounce a blessing, Father, on thy child!

[She kneels down.

ARCHBISHOP.

Not blessings to receive, but to dispense

Art thou appointed. Go, with power divine!

But we are sinners all and most unworthy.

[She rises: a PAGE enters.

PAGE.

A herald from the English generals.

JOHANNA.

Let him appear, for he is sent by God!

[The KING motions to the PAGE, who retires.

SCENE XI.

The HERALD. The same.

CHARLES.

Thy tidings, herald? What thy message! Speak!

HERALD.

Who is it, who for Charles of Valois,

The Count of Pointhieu, in this presence speaks?

DUNOIS.

Unworthy herald! base, insulting knave!

Dost thou presume the monarch of the French

Thus in his own dominions to deny?

Thou art protected by thine office, else--

HERALD.

One king alone is recognized by France,

And he resideth in the English camp.

CHARLES.

Peace, peace, good cousin! Speak thy message, herald!

HERALD.

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