Anna Swanwick - The Maid of Orleans (Act 1 Scene 6) lyrics

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**als. To be dependent on their will and pleasure Is, to a noble 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 Thou giv'st this counsel, and thy blood alone Can ratify this peace. DUCHATEL Here is my head. I oft have risked it for thee in the fight, And with a joyful spirit I, for thee, Would lay it down upon the block of d**h. Conciliate the duke! Deliver me To the full measure of his wrath, and let My flowing blood appease the ancient hate. CHARLES (looks at him for some time in silence, and with deep emotion) Can it be true? Am I, then, sunk so low, That even friends, who read my inmost heart, Point out for my escape the path of shame? Yes, now I recognize my abject fall. My honor is no more confided in. DUCHATEL Reflect—— CHARLES Be silent, and incense me not! Had I ten realms, on which to turn my back, With my friend's life I would not purchase them. Do what I have commanded. Hence, and see My equipage embarked. DUCHATEL 'Twill speedily Be done. [He stands up and retires. AGNES SOREL weeps pa**ionately.]