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| GUNTRAN. | ||
| There he stands, that lord ye knew | ||
| In the days of yore; | ||
| Stout of heart, and brave and true — | ||
| See, he dreams no more! | ||
| Vainly now shall Beauty sue, | ||
| All her reign is o'er! | ||
| Say ye then doth Flanders need us? 'Tis Lord Philip that shall lead us, |
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| Here as heretofore! | ||
| Say ye then doth Flanders need us? 'Tis Lord Philip that shall lead us, |
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| Here as heretofore! | ||
| CHORUS. | |
| Hail to the lord of our land! Philip of Mirlemont, hail! | |
| PHILIP. | ||
| Men of Mirlemont, no longer | ||
| Wrapt in heedless dreams of sense | ||
| Sleeps this heart; for clearer, stronger, | ||
| Sounds the cry that calls me hence! | ||
| Ah! Gone are Beauty's fond caresses, | ||
| Broken lies Love's silken chain; | ||
| Where the shock of battle presses, | ||
| I would lead ye forth again! I would lead ye forth again! |
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| Let us on, let us on, where, loud out-ringing, | ||
| War's acclaim doth rend the air! | ||
| Let us hence, though Death be winging | ||
| Every blow that waits me there! | ||
| Say ye then that I am dreaming? | ||
| Nay, Lord Philip wakes at last! | ||
| Look where yonder sun is gleaming — | ||
| Day is dawning night is past! | ||
| CHORUS. | |||
| Look where yonder sun is gleaming — | |||
| Day is dawning night is past! | |||
| Hail! hail to the lord of our land! Philip of Mirlemont, hail! |
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JOAN and LAINE approach PHILIP timidly.
| LAINE. | My lord! |
| PHILIP. | What would you? |
| LAINE. | Good, my lord, my father! |
| PHILIP. | I am not he! Poor cripple, stand apart! |
Some who are about PHILIP lay hands upon LAINE and JOAN.
| LAINE. | Nay, nay, in pity hear me! There is one Who by the enchantment of her beauty holds My father as her slave. Ah, go not forth Till thou hast set him free! |
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| JOAN. | Yea, give him back To them that love him! | |
| LAINE. | Look on me, my lord. Dost thou not know me? | |
| PHILIP. | Nay, not I, in faith! What gossip's tale is this? | |
| (Taking a purse from his pouch.) Go, get thee hence | ||
| (Throwing her the purse.) And buy thee a new crutch! | ||
| LAINE (with a prolonged cry). Ah! | ||
| PHILIP. (to the townspeople) On to the market-place! | ||
The citizens surround PHILIP and LAINE, while JOAN is swept aside in the tumult.
PHILIP is mounted upon the shoulders of two of the townsmen.
| CHORUS. | ||
| Hail! Hail! Day is dawning, night is past! | ||
| Hail to the lord of our land! | ||
| Philip of Mirlemont, hail! | ||
| Hail to the lord of our land! | ||
| Philip of Mirlemont, hail! | ||
| Hail! hail to the lord of our land! The lord of our land! Hail! hail! hail! Hail to the lord of our land! |
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| Philip of Mirlemont, hail! Philip of Mirlemont, hail! |
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| Hail! hail to the lord of our land! The lord of our land! |
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| Hail! hail! hail! hail! Hail to Philip! Philip of Mirlemont, hail! |
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The citizens, bearing PHILIP, and singing as they go, pass through the town-gate,
headed by GUNTRAN and NICHOLAS and followed by the Lords of Sirault, Velaines, and
St. Sauveur, and the Knights and pages. As the crowd disperses, LAINE is discovered
lying upon the ground, trampled on and senseless. With a cry, JOAN, rushes to her and kneels by her side. At the same moment SAIDA is seen going towards the castle
beckoning SIMON, who follows her with outstretched arms. JOAN turns to them and
raises her hand to heaven in malediction. The DEVIL looks on approvingly. The voices
of the citizens are heard in the distance, growing fainter and fainter as the curtain falls.
END OF ACT II.
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