The Maid of Orleans

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Фридрих Шиллер

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2017

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SENATOR (throwing himself at the KING'S feet)

Oh, king, assist us! Think of our distress!

CHARLES (in despair)

How! Can I summon armies from the earth?
Or grow a cornfield on my open palm?
Rend me in pieces! Pluck my bleeding heart
Forth from my breast, and coin it 'stead of gold!
I've blood for you, but neither gold nor troops.

    [He sees SOREL approach, and hastens towards her with outstretched arms.

SCENE IV

The same. AGNES SOREL, a casket in her hand.

CHARLES

My Agnes! Oh, my love! My dearest life!
Thou comest here to snatch me from despair!
Refuge I take within thy loving arms!
Possessing thee I feel that nothing is lost.

SOREL

My king, beloved!

    [looking round with an anxious, inquiring gaze.

Dunois! Say, is it true,
Duchatel?

DUCHATEL

'Tis, alas!

SOREL

So great the need?
No treasure left? The soldiers will disband?

DUCHATEL

Alas! It is too true!

SOREL (giving him the casket)

Here-here is gold,
Here too are jewels! Melt my silver down!
Sell, pledge my castles – on my fair domains
In Provence – treasure raise, turn all to gold,
Appease the troops! No time to be lost!

    [She urges him to depart.

CHARLES

Well now, Dunois! Duchatel! Do ye still
Account me poor, when I possess the crown
Of womankind? She's nobly born as I;
The royal blood of Valois not more pure;
The most exalted throne she would adorn —
Yet she rejects it with disdain, and claims
No other title than to be my love.
No gift more costly will she e'er receive
Than early flower in winter, or rare fruit!
No sacrifice on my part she permits,
Yet sacrificeth all she had to me!
With generous spirit she doth venture all
Her wealth and fortune in my sinking bark.

DUNOIS

Ay, she is mad indeed, my king, as thou;
She throws her all into a burning house,
And draweth water in the leaky vessel
Of the Danaides. Thee she will not save,
And in thy ruin but involve herself.

SOREL

Believe him not! Full many a time he hath
Perilled his life for thee, and now, forsooth,
Chafeth because I risk my worthless gold!
How? Have I freely sacrificed to thee
What is esteemed far more than gold and pearls,
And shall I now hold back the gifts of fortune?
Oh, come! Let my example challenge thee
To noble self-denial! Let's at once
Cast off the needless ornaments of life!
Thy courtiers metamorphose into soldiers;
Thy gold transmute to iron; all thou hast,
With resolute daring, venture for thy crown!
Peril and want we will participate!
Let us bestride the war-horse, and expose
Our tender person to the fiery glow
Of the hot sun, take for our canopy
The clouds above, and make the stones our pillow.