The Maid of Orleans: A Tragedy Part 7

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SOREL.

G.o.d forbid That we in weak despair should quit this realm!

This utterance came not from thy heart, my king, Thy n.o.ble heart, which hath been sorely riven By the fell deed of thy unnatural mother, Thou'lt be thyself again, right valiantly Thou'lt battle with thine adverse destiny, Which doth oppose thee with relentless ire.

CHARLES (lost in gloomy thought).

Is it not true? A dark and ominous doom Impendeth o'er the heaven-abandoned house Of Valois--there preside the avenging powers, To whom a mother's crime unbarred the way.



For thirty years my sire in madness raved; Already have three elder brothers been Mowed down by death; 'tis the decree of heaven, The house of the Sixth Charles is doomed to fall.

SOREL.

In thee 'twill rise with renovated life!

Oh, in thyself have faith!--believe me, king, Not vainly hath a gracious destiny Redeemed thee from the ruin of thy house, And by thy brethren's death exalted thee, The youngest born, to an unlooked-for throne Heaven in thy gentle spirit hath prepared The leech to remedy the thousand ills By party rage inflicted on the land.

The flames of civil discord thou wilt quench, And my heart tells me thou'lt establish peace, And found anew the monarchy of France.

CHARLES.

Not I! The rude and storm-vexed times require A pilot formed by nature to command.

A peaceful nation I could render happy A wild, rebellious people not subdue.

I never with the sword could open hearts Against me closed in hatred's cold reserve.

SOREL.

The people's eye is dimmed, an error blinds them, But this delusion will not long endure; The day is not far distant when the love Deep rooted in the bosom of the French, Towards their native monarch, will revive, Together with the ancient jealousy, Which forms a barrier 'twixt the hostile nations.

The haughty foe precipitates his doom.

Hence, with rash haste abandon not the field, With dauntless front contest each foot of ground, As thine own heart defend the town of Orleans!

Let every boat be sunk beneath the wave, Each bridge be burned, sooner than carry thee Across the Loire, the boundary of thy realm, The Stygian flood, o'er which there's no return.

CHARLES.

What could be done I have done. I have offered, In single fight, to combat for the crown.

I was refused. In vain my people bleed, In vain my towns are levelled with the dust.

Shall I, like that unnatural mother, see My child in pieces severed with the sword?

No; I forego my claim, that it may live.

DUNOIS.

How, sire! Is this fit language for a king?

Is a crown thus renounced? Thy meanest subject, For his opinion's sake, his hate and love, Sets property and life upon a cast; When civil war hangs out her b.l.o.o.d.y flag, Each private end is drowned in party zeal.

The husbandman forsakes his plough, the wife Neglects her distaff; children, and old men, Don the rude garb of war; the citizen Consigns his town to the devouring flames, The peasant burns the produce of his fields; And all to injure or advantage thee, And to achieve the purpose of his heart.

Men show no mercy, and they wish for none, When they at honor's call maintain the fight, Or for their idols or their G.o.ds contend.

A truce to such effeminate pity, then, Which is not suited to a monarch's breast.

Thou didst not heedlessly provoke the war; As it commenced, so let it spend its fury.

It is the law of destiny that nations Should for their monarchs immolate themselves.

We Frenchmen recognize this sacred law, Nor would annul it. Base, indeed, the nation That for its honor ventures not its all.

CHARLES (to the SENATORS).

You've heard my last resolve; expect no other.

May G.o.d protect you! I can do no more.

DUNOIS.

As thou dost turn thy back upon thy realm, So may the G.o.d of battle aye avert His visage from thee. Thou forsak'st thyself, So I forsake thee. Not the power combined Of England and rebellious Burgundy, Thy own mean spirit hurls thee from the throne.

Born heroes ever were the kings of France; Thou wert a craven, even from thy birth.

[To the SENATORS.

The king abandons you. But I will throw Myself into your town--my father's town-- And 'neath its ruins find a soldier's grave.

[He is about to depart. AGNES SOREL detains him.

SOREL (to the KING).

Oh, let him not depart in anger from thee!

Harsh words his lips have uttered, but his heart Is true as gold. 'Tis he, himself, my king, Who loves thee, and hath often bled for thee.

Dunois, confess, the heat of n.o.ble wrath Made thee forget thyself; and oh, do thou Forgive a faithful friend's o'erhasty speech!

Come, let me quickly reconcile your hearts, Ere anger bursteth forth in quenchless flame.

[DUNOIS looks fixedly at the KING, and appears to await an answer.

CHARLES.

Our way lies over the Loire. Duchatel, See all our equipage embarked.

DUNOIS (quickly to SOREL).

Farewell.

[He turns quickly round, and goes out. The SENATORS follow.

SOREL (wringing her hands in despair).

Oh, if he goes, we are forsaken quite!

Follow, La Hire! Oh, seek to soften him!

[LA HIRE goes out.

SCENE VI.

CHARLES, SOREL, DUCHATEL.

CHARLES.

Is, then, the sceptre such a peerless treasure?

Is it so hard to loose it from our grasp?

Believe me, 'tis more galling to endure The domineering rule of these proud va.s.sals.

To be dependent on their will and pleasure Is, to a n.o.ble heart, more bitter far Than to submit to fate.

[To DUCHATEL, who still lingers.

Duchatel, go, And do what I commanded.

DUCHATEL (throws himself at the KING'S feet).

Oh, my king!

CHARLES.

No more! Thou'st heard my absolute resolve!

DUCHATEL.

Sire, with the Duke of Burgundy make peace!

'Tis the sole outlet from destruction left!

CHARLES.

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