LIONEL. Wherefore namest thou The Virgin? _She_ knows nothing of thee; Heaven Has nought to say to thee. JOANNA [_in violent anguish_]. What have I done! My vow, my vow is broke! [_Wrings her hands in despair._ LIONEL [_looks at her with sympathy, and comes nearer_]. Unhappy girl! I pity thee; thou touchest me; thou showedst Mercy to me alone. My hate is going: I am constrain'd to feel for thee. Who art thou? Whence comest thou? JOANNA. Away! Begone! LIONEL. Thy youth, Thy beauty melt and sadden me; thy look Goes to my heart: I could wish much to save thee; Tell me how I may! Come, come with me! Forsake This horrid business; cast away those arms! JOANNA. I no more deserve to bear them! LIONEL. Cast them Away, then, and come with me! JOANNA [_with horror_]. Come with thee! LIONEL. Thou mayst be sav'd: come with me! I will save thee. But delay not. A strange sorrow for thee Seizes me, and an unspeakable desire To save thee. [_Seizes her arm._ JOANNA. Ha! Dunois! 'Tis they! If they should find thee!— LIONEL. Fear not; I will guard thee. JOANNA. I should die, were they to kill thee. LIONEL. Am I Dear to thee? JOANNA. Saints of Heaven! LIONEL. Shall I ever See thee, hear of thee, again? JOANNA. Never! Never! LIONEL. This sword for pledge that I will see thee! [_He wrests the sword from her._ JOANNA. Madman! Thou dar'st? LIONEL. I yield to force; again I'll see thee. [_Exit._