RP1 07v

Timid child, leave your cottage,
And take the sword that God has kept for you.
Take as your standard a pure white banner
And go to find the king!...
Saint Michael tries to give her the sword, but her hand recoils in terror.
JOAN, in a shaky voice.
Oh, no! Not yet Saint Michael, my lord, keep your sword I am only a child, how can I go into combat, then?
Saint Michael disappears. Joan sits down on a rock.
[Scene 6]
JOAN, alone.
Ah! if God had asked me to retire from the world and live in solitude, far away, I would not hesitate to leave my dear parents behind to obey Him. But it is to the war that I must go!...I must fight at the head of an army! Oh no — it cannotbe!!!
[Scene 7]
She hides her face in her hands

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