Ber. And that resplendent vision shall not fail—
Thy simple name brightest shall stand upon
The roll of time—the glory of thy sex—
The wonder of thy age.
Joan. Hark! hasty footsteps!
'Tis Valancour! How hast thou sped?—the sword?
Val. Is found.
[Joan sinks on her knee.
Ber. Dost hear?
Val. Forbear.
Joan. Omnipotent!
Now lead me forth, strong in thy strength, prepared
To meet what thou hast marked for my career;
And though, with gory steps or painful death
I work thy will, so freedom crown the land,
I'll bless thy mercy.
Val. The prince impatiently
Summons thee in council.
Joan. I obey.