The Maid of Orleans (play)

SCENE XII.

DUNOIS, JOHANNA.

DUNOIS.

Thou art my wife; I have believed in thee

From the first glance, and I am still unchanged.

In thee I have more faith than in these signs,

Than in the thunder's voice, which speaks above.

In noble anger thou art silent thus;

Enveloped in thy holy innocence,

Thou scornest to refute so base a charge.

Still scorn it, maiden, but confide in me;

I never doubted of thine innocence.

Speak not one word; only extend thy hand

In pledge and token that thou wilt confide

In my protection and thine own good cause.

[He extends his hand to her; she turns from him with

a convulsive motion; he remains transfixed with horror.