MARGOT and LOUISON join them. LOUISON. We shall again behold our sister, Margot! How my heart beats! MARGOT. In majesty and pomp We shall behold her, saying to ourselves: It is our sister, it is our Johanna! LOUISON. Till I have seen her, I can scarce believe That she, whom men the Maid of Orleans name, The mighty warrior, is indeed Johanna, Our sister whom we lost! [The music draws nearer. MARGOT. Thou doubtest still! Thou wilt thyself behold her! BERTRAND. See, they come! |