CHARCOAL-BURNER'S WIFE comes out of the hut
with a bowl. A Boy.
WIFE
It is our boy whom we expected back.
[To JOHANNA.]
Drink, noble maiden! may God bless it to you!
CHARCOAL-BURNER (to his son)
Art come, Anet? What news?
[The boy looks at JOHANNA, who is just raising the
bowl to her lips; he recognizes her, steps forward,
and snatches it from her.]
BOY
Oh, mother! mother!
Whom do you entertain? This is the witch
Of Orleans!
CHARCOAL-BURNER (and his WIFE)
God be gracious to our souls!
[They cross themselves and fly.]
with a bowl. A Boy.
WIFE
It is our boy whom we expected back.
[To JOHANNA.]
Drink, noble maiden! may God bless it to you!
CHARCOAL-BURNER (to his son)
Art come, Anet? What news?
[The boy looks at JOHANNA, who is just raising the
bowl to her lips; he recognizes her, steps forward,
and snatches it from her.]
BOY
Oh, mother! mother!
Whom do you entertain? This is the witch
Of Orleans!
CHARCOAL-BURNER (and his WIFE)
God be gracious to our souls!
[They cross themselves and fly.]
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