The Works of Frederick Schiller Part 400

But suffer me, great queen, to give the seal, Which, these twelve years, I've borne unworthily, Back to your royal hands, and take my leave.

ELIZABETH (surprised).

No, Shrewsbury; you surely would not now Desert me? No; not now.

SHREWSBURY.

Pardon, I am Too old, and this right hand is growing too stiff To set the seal upon your later deeds.

ELIZABETH.

Will he forsake me, who has saved my life?

SHREWSBURY.

'Tis little I have done: I could not save Your n.o.bler part. Live--govern happily!

Your rival's dead! Henceforth you've nothing more To fear--henceforth to nothing pay regard.

[Exit.

ELIZABETH (to the EARL of KENT, who enters).

Send for the Earl of Leicester.

KENT.

He desires To be excused--he is embarked for France.

The Curtain drops.

THE MAID OF ORLEANS.

By Frederich Schiller

DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

CHARLES THE SEVENTH, King of France.

QUEEN ISABEL, his Mother.

AGNES SOREL.

PHILIP THE GOOD, Duke of Burgundy.

EARL DUNOIS, b.a.s.t.a.r.d of Orleans.

LA HIRE, DUCRATEL, French Offers.

ARCHBISHOP OF RHEIMS.

CRATILLON, A Burgundian Knight.

RAOUL, a Lotharingian Knight.

TALBOT, the English General, LIONEL, FASTOLFE, English Officers.

MONTGOMERY, a Welshman.

COUNCILLORS OF ORLEANS.

AN ENGLISH HERALD.

THIBAUT D'ARC, a wealthy Countryman.

MARGOT, LOUISON, JOHANNA, his Daughters.

ETIENNE, CLAUDE MARIE, RAIMOND, their Suitors.

BERTRAND, another Countryman.

APPARITION OF A BLACK KNIGHT.

CHARCOAL-BURNER AND HIS WIFE.

Soldiers and People, Officers of the Crown, Bishops, Monks, Marshals, Magistrates, Courtiers, and other mute persons in the Coronation Procession.

PROLOGUE.

A rural District. To the right, a Chapel with an Image of the Virgin; to the left, an ancient Oak.

SCENE I.

THIBAUT D'ARC. His Three Daughters. Three young Shepherds, their Suitors.

THIBAUT.

Ay, my good neighbors! we at least to-day Are Frenchmen still, free citizens and lords Of the old soil which our forefathers tilled.

Who knows whom we to-morrow must obey?

For England her triumphal banner waves From every wall: the blooming fields of France Are trampled down beneath her chargers' hoofs; Paris hath yielded to her conquering arms, And with the ancient crown of Dagobert Adorns the scion of a foreign race.

Our king's descendant, disinherited, Must steal in secret through his own domain; While his first peer and nearest relative Contends against him in the hostile ranks; Ay, his unnatural mother leads them on.

Around us towns and peaceful hamlets burn.

Near and more near the devastating fire Rolls toward these vales, which yet repose in peace.

Therefore, good neighbors, I have now resolved, While G.o.d still grants us safety, to provide For my three daughters; for 'midst war's alarms Women require protection, and true love Hath power to render lighter every load.

[To the first Shepherd.

Come, Etienne! You seek my Margot's hand.

Fields lying side by side and loving hearts Promise a happy union!

[To the second.

Claude! You're silent, And my Louison looks upon the ground?

How, shall I separate two loving hearts Because you have no wealth to offer me?

Who now has wealth? Our barns and homes afford Spoil to the foe, and fuel to the fires.

In times like these a husband's faithful breast Affords the only shelter from the storm.

LOUISON.

My father!

CLAUDE MARIE.

My Louison!

LOUISON (embracing JOHANNA).

My dear sister!

THIBAUT.

I give to each a yard, a stall and herd, And also thirty acres; and as G.o.d Gave me his blessing, so I give you mine!