Saint Joan

Dunois, Bastard of Orleans:
Do you expect people to love you for showing them up?

The Dauphin, Charles VII:
The moment comes when the soldier must give way to the statesman.

John de Stogumber:
I didn't know what I was doing. I am a hotheaded fool, and I shall be damned to eternity for it.

John de Stogumber:
Some of the people laughed at her. They would have laughed at Christ.

The Dauphin, Charles VII:
It's always you good men who do the big mischiefs.

St.Joan of Arc:
Shall I arise from the dead and come back to you, a living woman?

Warwick:
Rome made you a saint, we had no hand in the business. Let Rome decide.

Cauchon:
Stay where you are, woman. A dead saint is always safer for the Church than a living one...

St.Joan of Arc:
O God who made this beautiful earth, when will it be ready to receive your saints? How long, o Lord? How long?

Archbishop of Rheims:
An event that creates faith does not deceive. Therefore it is not a fraud, but a miracle.

The Dauphin, Charles VII:
Now, what's the good of sitting on the throne, when the other fellows are giving all the orders?

De Courcelles:
Were you in a state of grace when you stole the Bishop's horse?

Cauchon:
The devil take the Bishop's horse.

Warwick:
What would you say if the Pope found her innocent?

John de Stogumber:
He's a foreigner, too, my lord. And in England...

Warwick:
You do not consider him to be infallible.

John de Stogumber:
Of course, my lord. In faith and in morals...

Warwick:
But this is politics.

St.Joan of Arc:
Be you a saint?

English Soldier:
Yes, lady, straight from hell.

Dunois, Bastard of Orleans:
A saint, and from hell!

English Soldier:
Yes, noble captain, I have a day off. Every year, you know. That's my allowance for my one good action.

Cauchon:
Wretch! In all the years of your life did you do only one good action?

English Soldier:
I never thought about it: it came natural like. But they scored it up for me.

The Dauphin, Charles VII:
What was it?

English Soldier:
Why, the silliest thing you ever heard of. I...

St.Joan of Arc:
He tied two sticks together, and gave them to a poor lass that was going to be burned.

St.Joan of Arc:
They come from God.

Robert de Baudricourt:
They come from your imagination.

St.Joan of Arc:
Of course. That is how the messages of God come to us, through our imagination.

St.Joan of Arc:
Are you the Bastard?

Dunois, Bastard of Orleans:
Are you the Maid?

Joan Of Arc:
I was burned all the same.  Can they unburn me?

Joan Of Arc:
I wear it like this because I am a soldier.  Could you fight with your hair rolled up in those big horns?

Joan Of Arc:
There is always danger—except in Heaven.

Joan Of Arc:
I can turn you into a king, and that is a miracle that'll take some doing, it seems.

Joan Of Arc:
Show me the way to the bridge; I shall be the first to cross it.  I dare you to follow me.

Joan Of Arc:
There's no help, no council in any of you.  I thought I would have friends in the court of France, and I find only wolves fighting for pieces of her poor, torn body.  I believed that you, who now cast me out, would be like strong towers to keep harm from me.  But I am wiser now, and nobody is any the worse for being the wiser.

Joan Of Arc:
You will all be glad to see me burned.  But if I go through the fire, I shall go through it to their hearts, forever and ever, and so God be with me.

Joan Of Arc:
I cannot bear to be hurt, and if you hurt me, I will say anything you like to stop the pain, but I will take it all back afterwards.

Joan Of Arc:
What other judgement can I judge by but my own?

Joan Of Arc:
"Perpetual imprisonment"!  Am I not then to be set free?  …  [tears up her signed confession]  Light your fire.  Do you think I would dread it as much as life as a rat in a hole?  My voices were right.  Yes, they told me you were fools, and that I was not to listen to your fine words, nor trust to your charity.  You promised me my life, but you lied!  You think life is nothing but not being stone dead.  It is not the bread and water I fear; I can live on bread, but if I ask for more, bread has no sorrow for me, water no affliction.  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 and keep me from everything that brings me back to the love of God, when your wickedness and foolishness tempted me to hate him!  [cries]  I could do without my warhorse, I could drag about in a skirt, I could let the trumpets and the banners and the knights and the soldiers pass me and leave me behind as they leave the other women, if only I could still hear the wind in the trees, the locks in the sunshine, the young lambs crying through the frost, and the blessed church bells that send my voices to me on the wind.  But without these things, I cannot live!  And by your wanting to take them from me, or from any human creature, I know that your council is of the devil, and that mine is of God!  [audience jeers]

The Dauphin, Charles Vii Of France:
I wanna hear no more of my grandfather.  As he was so wise, he used up the whole family stock of wisdom for five generations and left me the poor fool I am.

The Dauphin, Charles Vii Of France:
I'll read it for you if you like.  I can read, you know.

Jean De Dunois, Bastard Of OrléAns:
Do you expect people to love you for showing them up?  Do archbishops enjoy being played off their own alters, even by saints?

Pierre Cauchon, Bishop Of Beauvais:
A dead saint is always better for the Church than a live one.

English Soldier:
Fair is fair.  Burn her is ya want to, but there's no call to being unkind.

English Soldier:
The dawn, lady.  Excuse me, I've got a pressing appointment—down below.