Rheims. Let thy achieved renown Content thee. Fortune, like thy slave, till now Hath followed thee; dismiss her, ere in wrath She free herself; fidelity she hates; She serveth none with constancy till death. JOHANNA. Why check me in the midst of my career? Why bid me falter and forsake my work? I will complete it and fulfil my vow! BLACK KNIGHT. Nothing can thee, thou mighty one, withstand, In battle thou art aye invincible. But henceforth shun the fight; attend my warning. JOHANNA. Not from my hand will I resign this sword Till haughty England's prostrate in the dust. BLACK KNIGHT. Behold! there Rheims ariseth with its towers, The goal and end of thy career. Thou seest The lofty minster's sun-illumined dome; Thou in triumphal pomp wouldst enter there, Thy monarch crown, and ratify thy vow. Enter not there! Return! Attend my warning! JOHANNA. What art thou, double-tongued, deceitful being, Who wouldst bewilder and appal me? Speak! By what authority dost thou presume To greet me with fallacious oracles?        [The BLACK KNIGHT is about to depart, she steps in his way. No, thou shalt speak, or perish by my hand!        [She endeavors to strike him. BLACK KNIGHT (touches her with his hand, she remains motionless). Slay what is mortal!        [Darkness, thunder and lightning. The KNIGHT sinks into the earth. JOHANNA (stands at first in amazement, but soon recovers herself).    'Twas nothing living. 'Twas a base delusion, An instrument of hell, a juggling fiend, Uprisen hither from the fiery pool To shake and terrify my steadfast heart. Wielding the sword of God, whom should I fear! I will triumphantly achieve my work. My courage should not waver, should not fail Were hell itself to champion me to fight!               [She is about to depart. 

  

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       LIONEL, JOHANNA. LIONEL.    Accursed one, prepare thee for the fight! Not both of us shall quit this field alive. Thou hast destroyed the bravest of our host The noble Talbot hath his mighty soul Breathed forth upon my bosom. I'll avenge The hero, or participate his doom. And wouldst thou know who brings thee glory now, Whether he live or die,—I'm Lionel, The sole survivor of the English chiefs, And still unconquered is this valiant arm.        [He rushes upon her; after a short combat she strikes the sword out of his hand. Perfidious fortune!        [He wrestles with her. JOHANNA seizes him by the crest and tears open his helmet; his face is thus exposed; at the same 

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