Who slave to me when all the world forsook,

Thou also hold'st me for a reprobate

Who hath renounced her God--

[RAIMOND is silent.

Oh, this is hard!

RAIMOND (in astonishment).

And thou wert really then no sorceress?

JOHANNA.

A sorceress!

RAIMOND.

And all these miracles

Thou hast accomplished through the power of God

And of his holy saints?

JOHANNA.

Through whom besides?

RAIMOND.

And thou wert silent to that fearful charge?

Thou speakest now, and yet before the king,

When words would have availed thee, thou wert dumb!

JOHANNA.

I silently submitted to the doom

Which God, my lord and master, o'er me hung.

RAIMOND.

Thou couldst not to thy father aught reply?

JOHANNA.

Coming from him, methought it came from God;

And fatherly the chastisement will prove.

RAIMOND.

The heavens themselves bore witness to thy guilt!

JOHANNA.

The heavens spoke, and therefore I was silent.

RAIMOND.

Thou with one word couldst clear thyself, and hast

In this unhappy error left the world?

JOHANNA.

It was no error-'twas the will of heaven.

RAIMOND.

Thou innocently sufferedst this shame,

And no complaint proceeded from thy lips!

-I am amazed at thee, I stand o'erwhelmed.

My heart is troubled in its inmost depths.

Most gladly I receive the word as truth,

For to believe thy guilt was hard indeed.

But could I ever dream a human heart

Would meet in silence such a fearful doom!

JOHANNA.

Should I deserve to be heaven's messenger

Unless the Master's will I blindly honored?

And I am not so wretched as thou thinkest.

I feel privation-this in humble life

Is no misfortune; I'm a fugitive,-

But in the waste I learned to know myself.

When honor's dazzling radiance round me shone,

There was a painful struggle in my breast;

I was most wretched, when to all I seemed

Most worthy to be envied. Now my mind

Is healed once more, and this fierce storm in nature,

Which threatened your destruction, was my friend;

It purified alike the world and me!

I feel an inward peace-and come, what may,

Of no more weakness am I conscious now!

RAIMOND.

Oh, let us hasten! come, let us proclaim

Thine innocence aloud to all the world!

JOHANNA.

He who sent this delusion will dispel it!

The fruit of fate falls only when 'tis ripe!

A day is coming that will clear my name,

When those who now condemn and banish me,

Will see their error and will weep my doom.

RAIMOND.

And shall I wait in silence, until chance--

JOHANNA (gently taking her hand).

Thy sense is shrouded by an earthly veil,

And dwelleth only on external things,

Mine eye hath gazed on the invisible!

-Without permission from our God no hair

Falls from the head of man. Seest thou the sun

Declining to the west? So certainly

As morn returneth in her radiant light,

Infallibly the day of truth shall come!

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