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Lifted their mingled clamors. Now the Maid 700Stood as prepar'd to speak, and waved her hand,And instant silence followed."King of France!"She cried—"At Chinon, when my gifted eyeKnew thee disguis'd, what inwardly the SpiritPrompted, I spake—arm'd with the sword of God 705To drive from Orleans far the English Wolves,And crown thee in the rescued walls of Rheims.All is accomplish'd. I have here this dayFulfill'd my mission, and anointed theeChief Servant of the People. Of this charge, 710Or well perform'd or wickedly, High HeavenShall take account. If that thine heart be good,I know no limit to the happinessThou mayest create. I do beseech thee King!"(The Maid exclaim'd, and fell upon the ground 715And clasp'd his knees) "I do beseech thee King!By all the millions that depend on thee,For weal or woe—consider what thou art,

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