JOAN

Offered life in a cell, Joan realizes what "life" they mean — and tears up her confession to choose the fire.

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You promised me my life; but you lied. You think that life is nothing but not being stone dead. It is not the bread and water I fear: I can live on bread.

But to shut me from the light of the sky and the sight of the fields and flowers; to chain my feet so that I can never again ride with the soldiers nor climb the hills; to make me breathe foul damp darkness — all this is worse than the furnace.

I could do without my warhorse; I could drag about in a skirt; I could let the banners and the trumpets and the soldiers pass me by — if only I could still hear the wind in the trees and the larks in the sunshine. But without these things I cannot live; and by your wanting to take them away from me, I know that your counsel is of the devil.turn

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JOAN

Saint Joan · George Bernard Shaw · 1:02 · 120 words

You promised me my life; but you lied. You think that life is nothing but not being stone dead. It is not the bread and water I fear: I can live on bread. But to shut me from the light of the sky and the sight of the fields and flowers; to chain my feet so that I can never again ride with the soldiers nor climb the hills; to make me breathe foul damp darkness — all this is worse than the furnace. I could do without my warhorse; I could drag about in a skirt; I could let the banners and the trumpets and the soldiers pass me by — if only I could still hear the wind in the trees and the larks in the sunshine. But without these things I cannot live; and by your wanting to take them away from me, I know that your counsel is of the devil.

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