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RP3 22r

JOAN

Bishop, it is at your hand I die!... I am not a heretic, I am a daughter of the Church, and the king for whom I fought is a most Christian king.... As for my banner, is it not just that, having been in hardship, it should also be in glory?... Oh! if I'd been sent to Rome, the Holy Father would have recognized that I am innocent, but I am content to die for my country, and I pray to God that He will not punish my enemies. I ask pardon from all those I have unknowingly injured, and I myself pardon all those who have brought about my death... Most Holy Trinity, have pity on me!... Saint Michael, Saint Gabriel... Saint Catherine and Saint Margaret, pray for me.

THE BISHOP OF BEAUVAIS, angrily.

Finished at last?.... Let the fire be lit!...

JOAN

Oh! I beg you, don't let me die without kissing the cross of my Redeemer one last time. (Br. Martin gives her a small wooden cross which she clutches to her heart, but she adds:) 1 would like to have a cross of the Church before me.

BROTHER MARTIN

I'll go look for one. (In a moment, he goes and brings one in.)

JOAN

Oh thank you! hold it high, until my death. Now I can fly to Heaven.... yes, I shall certainly be there before this evening.

BROTHER MARTIN
speaks the following verses, composed by d'Avrigny.
 

           

 

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