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SAINT MICHAEL

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?

 

[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]

 

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