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THE TRIAL OF JEANNE D'ARC 
 
THE TRIAL OF JEANNE D'ARC : 
 
 AN HISTORICAL PLAY IN FIVE ACTS BY 
 EDWARD GARNETT ^ fc ^ ^ 
 
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 JOHN GALSWORTHY 
 
PREFACE 
 
 THE play here presented follows with some 
 exactitude the actual course, in historical outline, 
 of the trial of Jeanne d'Arc for heresy in January- 
 May 143 1. 
 
 The argument may be summarized thus : — 
 Jeanne d'Arc taken prisoner at Compiegne by a 
 vassal of the Sieur de Luxembourg and sold 
 for ten thousand livres to Pierre Cauchon, the 
 Bishop of Beauvais, the agent of the English in 
 the negotiations, is brought to trial at Rouen, 
 January 3rd, 143 1, before an ecclesiastical tribunal 
 selected by Cauchon himself, under the Earl of 
 Bedford's (the Regent's) instructions. Jeanne, for 
 the five months of her trial, is lodged in Rouen 
 Castle, a prisoner in the hands of the English 
 soldiers; she refuses to abjure. her visions and her 
 mission, and defies her enemies even under the 
 threat of torture (May 9th); but at last, worn 
 out by the continuous pressure of the clerics, 
 and trusting in the promises of Cauchon and his 
 creatures that she shall be taken out of the hands 
 of the English, she recants. She speedily repents 
 of her abjuration, and "lapses," suffering the 
 indignities of her jailors' fraud and force ; she is 
 
viii PREFACE 
 
 condemned, and is burnt at the stake on May 30th, 
 1431, amid the rejoicings of the University of Paris, 
 the zealous promoter of her trial and adherent of the 
 English-Burgundian party. Her King, Charles IX., 
 whom she crowned at Reims, makes no effort to 
 ransom her, and the clerics of the French party 
 abandon her to her fate. 
 
 Since the trial of Jeanne d'Arc is one of 
 the greatest, perhaps the greatest, recorded in 
 history, it is strange that the verbatim Report, 
 signed, sealed, and attested by the French notaries 
 present at the proceedings, should not be yet a 
 popular literary classic. 
 
 It is probable that Jeanne's biographers and 
 historians have, for the most part, felt a delicacy 
 in concentrating public attention on the clear 
 fountain at which they have filled their own 
 pitchers. 
 
 Another reason may be that the two processes, 
 the Process of Condemnation and the Process of 
 Rehabilitation, are preserved in a Latin translation 
 (along with a French •' minute ") ; and the form of 
 interrogations in the third person, and Cauchon's 
 summary of his ecclesiastical procedure, may " put 
 off" unimaginative persons. 
 
 The English translation of the two processes, 
 the Process of Condemnation and the Process of 
 Rehabilitation ("Jeanne d'Arc," edited by T. 
 Douglas Murray; Heinemann, 1903) is a book far 
 too little known. I gratefully acknowledge my 
 
PREFACE ix 
 
 obligations both to the editor and publisher for the 
 English rendering of such historical speeches as 
 are incorporated in the scenes of this play. 
 
 The admirable translation into modern French 
 of the two processes, by Joseph Fabre (Hachette, 
 1895), is no less indispensable to the majority who 
 do not, or cannot, avail themselves of Quicheraf s 
 edition of the original documents. However in- 
 valuable any Life of Jeanne d'Arc may be, it can 
 never, for psychological truth, replace the two 
 processes. 1 
 
 It is obvious that not even the most exhaustive 
 microscopic examination of the trial can ever 
 supply the evidence, lacking in history, of the 
 actual warp and woof of the prosecution's man- 
 oeuvres behind the public scene, latent in the 
 complicated web of official intrigue. It is, of 
 course, not difficult to read between the lines of 
 the expert ecclesiastical declarations of the Pro- 
 cess of Condemnation. The net is seen, dragged by 
 the hands of the English and of Cauchon and his 
 creatures; the quarry is there, struggling in the 
 meshes. We must look to the open, avowed 
 
 *The most penetrating of all studies of Jeanne's Life and Times, 
 in my opinion, is M. Anatole France's " La Vie de Jeanne d'Arc " 
 (Calmann - Levy. English translation by Winifred Stephens ; 
 Lane, 1908), despite the psychological fissures (akin to geological 
 faults) in M. France's interpretation of Jeanne's character. The 
 necessary corrective is to hand in H. Wallon's "Jeanne d'Arc" 
 (Paris, i860) and in Mr Andrew Lang's learned and accomplished 
 work, " The Maid of France " (Longmans, 1908). 
 
x PREFACE 
 
 intention of Bedford, Warwick, and the Great 
 Council of England to bring Jeanne to the stake, 
 and the procedure of Cauchon, also incited by the 
 University of Paris, is merely the chosen instru- 
 ment. In one aspect bnly was Jeanne's trial fair, 1 
 viz., that her refusal to submit to the Church 
 justifies the majority of timid churchmen in con- 
 demning her, though it does not condone their 
 silent complicity in the measures of fraud and 
 force that they knew too well were being em- 
 ployed to bring her to her death. We cannot, 
 unfortunately, sound the treacherous depths of 
 this smooth flowing tide of priestly exhortations 
 and pious declarations in the Process of Condemna- 
 tion. But luckily the Process of Rehabilitation 
 preserves for us, in the evidence of creditable wit- 
 nesses, such as Manchon, the notary, Massieu, 
 the usher, and others, invaluable glimpses into 
 the subterranean drama. Many more sinister 
 details must have been brought to light from the 
 sands of official intrigue when the tide rolled back 
 in 1456, but doubtless it was found expedient in 
 the Church's interest to suppress the grossest 
 details of " the cozenage, iniquity, inconsequences, 
 
 and manifest errors " stigmatized in the Process of 
 
 -** 
 1 "Had Jeanne d' Arc a fair and lawful trial? ... As regards 
 the trial, no person in the situation of Jeanne, a feared and hated 
 captive in hostile hands — no man accused of high treason or of 
 witchcraft — had anywhere, for centuries after 1431, the slightest 
 chance of being fairly tried," says Mr Andrew Lang in " The Maid 
 of France," p. 254. 
 
PREFACE xi 
 
 Rehabilitation. x As it stands, the trial is a psycho- 
 logical mine of extraordinary interest, though 
 what it conceals from our eyes is perhaps of no 
 less vital import than what it reveals. 
 
 The exigencies of a drama written for the stage 
 have necessitated not only the " telescoping " of 
 many important steps of which the long ladder of 
 the trial is composed, and the total omission of 
 others, but a severe selection of the many repre- 
 sentative figures that played a part in the actual 
 trial. Through the mouths of sixteen characters 
 I have striven to reproduce the historical atmo- 
 sphere. In one scene I have knowingly departed 
 from history ; in one or two others I have relied on 
 my own interpretation of certain sinister features. 
 
 EDWARD GARNETT. 
 
 August 1911. 
 
 1 It is clear that the Process of Condemnation has been 
 "cooked" in several most important particulars by Cauchon's 
 orders, as (a) in the account of the document of abjuration that 
 Jeanne signed, for which see Durrand's " La Legende Anglaise de 
 Jeanne d'Arc " ; (6) in the suppression, in the Latin translation, of 
 the promise that a woman should be given Jeanne as her com- 
 panion if she would abjure ; (c) in the information supplied by 
 clerical witnesses, eight days after Jeanne's execution, as to her 
 sayings and doings on May 30th, evidence which the registrars 
 refused to admit and attest, and which is tainted with much 
 suppressio veri. 
 
CHARACTERS OF THE DRAMA 
 
 Jeanne d'Arc .... 
 Master Jean Lohier . 
 Master Richard de Grouchet 
 Master Pierre Minier 
 Master Pierre Maurice . 
 
 Master Jean Massieu 
 
 Master Jean Tiphaine 
 Master Jean Beaupere 
 
 Master Thomas de Courcelles 
 
 Master Guillaume Erard 
 
 Master Jean d'Estivet 
 
 Master Nicolas Loiseleur 
 Monseigneur Pierre Cauchon . 
 
 Aged Nineteen. 
 
 A celebrated Lawyer. 
 
 Bachelor in Theology. 
 
 Bachelor in Theology. 
 
 Canon of Rouen ; Ex- Rector of 
 
 Paris University. 
 Rural Dean of Rotien ; Usher 
 
 to the Court. 
 A Physician in Holy Orders. 
 Doctorin Theology; Ex-Rector 
 
 of Paris University. 
 Bachelor in Theology of Paris 
 
 University. 
 
 Doctor in Theology of Paris 
 University. 
 
 Canon of Beauvais ; Promoter- 
 General. 
 
 Canon of Beauvais. 
 
 The Count-Bishop of Beauvais, 
 
 The Earl of Warwick. 
 The Earl of Stafford. 
 Lieutenant John Grey. 
 An English Soldier. 
 An English Sergeant. 
 
 An Executioner (Brother Leparmentier). English Soldiers. 
 Four Townsmen. Two Women. A Servant. Etc. etc. 
 
LIST OF SCENES 
 
 ACT 1.— The Judges. 
 Scene I. The Judges. March 3rd, 1431. 
 Scene II. A Private Examination. March 4th. 
 
 ACT II. — -Jeanne's Illness. 
 Scene I. The English. April 18th. 
 Scene II. The Sick Chamber. April 18th. 
 
 ACT III.— The Question of Torture. 
 Scene I. The Priests. May 9th. 
 Scene II. The Torture Chamber. May 9th. 
 
 ACT IV. — The Recantation and Lapse. 
 Scene I. The Night before the Recantation. May 23rd. 
 Scene II. After the Recantation. May 24th. 
 Scene III. The Assault. May 25th. 
 Scene IV. The Bishop's Triumph. May 28th. 
 
 ACT V.— The Burning. 
 Scene I. The Morning of the Execution. May 30th. 
 Scene II. The Old Market Place. May 30th, 1431. 
 
 (All the Scenes take place in the Spring of 1431 a.d. in the Castle 
 of Rouen, except the last Scene, which passes in the Old 
 Market Place, Rouen.) 
 
THE TRIAL OF JEANNE D'ARC 
 
The Trial of Jeanne D'Arc 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 The Judges. 
 Scene I. The Judges. March 3rd, 1431. 
 
 [An inner-chamber, leading to the Robing Room. 
 Rouen Castle. Doors on R., L. and in Centre, at 
 back. Two English Soldiers with lances are guard- 
 ing door at back, from which a babble of voices is 
 heard at intervals. Master grouchet, a Priest, is 
 seen talking to the Guards and craning his neck 
 timidly to see through the door. The babble dies 
 away and grouchet returns and sits down on a 
 bench on L. and unrolls and studies a parchment 1 ; 
 scroll he is carrying.'] 
 
 [Enter Master lohier, a Lawyer, on R.] 
 
 grouchet. [Rising.] Ah! Master Lohier. 
 
 lohier. [Dryly.] Ah! Master Grouchet, I 
 did not look to find you here. I thought that your 
 place was inside. 
 
 grouchet. [Shaking his head.] One must ex- 
 amine all sides of this matter. 
 
 lohier. But why are you not among the 
 learned Assessors? [He points to door at back.] 
 [Derisively.] 
 
 grouchet. [Cautiously.] I have had scruples 
 about this affair. [He looks suspiciously at the 
 doors and takes lohier aside apprehensively.] 
 [In a lower voice.] All seems to me to be violence 
 in this Trial. 
 
 lohier. [Ironically.] Well — 
 
4 THE TRIAL OF [act i 
 
 grouchet. Well — and so I have come — to ren- 
 der my opinion to Monseigneur in writing. [He 
 taps the scroll.] 
 
 lohier. [Raising his eyebrows.] Indeed? 
 
 grouchet. Monseigneur asked for it in writing 
 you understand, Master Lohier. I thought it better 
 to come myself — and explain my scruples. 
 
 lohier. [Dryly.] I see — this Trial of the Maid 
 — you have scruples. Hm'n, hm'n. If I stood in 
 your shoes, Master Grouchet, I would take a jour- 
 ney [he looks round before continuing] for my 
 health. 
 
 grouchet. [Alarmed.] Leave Rouen? 
 
 lohier. Yes. 
 
 grouchet. [Grasping his arm.] You think? — 
 How can I ? I must reconsider my position. 
 
 [He takes an agitated step or two up and 
 down.] 
 
 lohier. [Dryly.] Ah. [Pointing to the door.] 
 What is going on ? 
 
 grouchet. Jeanne says that St. Catherine has 
 revealed to her that her King will regain the King- 
 dom of France. 
 
 lohier. [Dryly.] She has said that before. 
 
 grouchet. She keeps repeating it. [Raising 
 his hands.] She is a marvel. 
 
 lohier. She is a child. 
 
 grouchet. But her answers ! [Looking around 
 apprehensively.] She confounds them. Even 
 Monseigneur is embarrassed. Could a young girl 
 have done such deeds without the guidance of God? 
 [Confidentially.] I believe that she may indeed be 
 inspired by God. 
 
 lohier. [Crossing himself.] It is possible. 
 [Dryly.] But Monseigneur holds that she is pos- 
 sessed by the devil. 
 
acti] JEANNE D'ARC 5 
 
 grouchet. You should have heard her answer 
 to Master Beaupere just now. [He takes hold of 
 lohier.] He asked her: "Did you not sprinkle 
 Holy Water on the pennons ?" 
 
 lohier. [Interested.] Did she admit it? 
 
 grouchet. No. She said, "Not I. I said to 
 our men 'Force yourselves in fearlessly among* the 
 English.' And I went myself." [Lifting his 
 hands.] Among these English ! 
 
 lohier. [Impatiently.] She is doomed. She 
 is in the net. Monseigneur has assembled a synod 
 of the Church to judge her, but of Jeanne's party — ? 
 Ah, ah ! There is no one ! You will see they will 
 convict her of heresy. They will do Monseigneur 's 
 bidding ; and you, if you have scruples I advise you, 
 Master Grouchet, not to come among them. Plead 
 sickness and leave the town to-day. 
 
 grouchet. But I must first speak to Mon- 
 seigneur. He has summoned me. [Hesitatingly.] 
 Besides — I shall tell him that I am not in his 
 diocese. 
 
 lohier. [Grimacing.] Ah ! you will do like all 
 the others! The English have not assembled a 
 Court of Sixty Assessors to declare Jeanne's 
 innocence. [Confidentially.] Great will be Mon- 
 seigneur's recompense. 
 
 grouchet. [Alarmed.] H'ssh! [Looking round 
 and speaking with curiosity.] What have you 
 heard? You lawyers in Paris know all the secrets 
 of the great. 
 
 lohier. Monseigneur has asked the King's 
 Council to bestow on him the See of Rouen, in re- 
 turn for all his pains in this affair. 
 
 grouchet. [Perturbed.] Rouen ! Then I shall 
 be in the diocese of Monseigneur. [He looks ap- 
 prehensively at lohier.] 
 
6 THE TRIAL OF [act i 
 
 lohier. [Nodding. Dryly.] It is best to 
 speak low before the Princes of the Church. I 
 judge well that they are going to make an example 
 of the Maid. [Confidentially.] They have sent 
 Master Beaupere here to snare her in the matter of 
 her Apparitions. And even if she escaped Mon- 
 signeur, the English — [He makes a significant 
 grimace.] 
 
 grouchet. [Perturbed.] Monseigneur in the 
 See of Rouen ! It is very difficult to know what one 
 ought to do. 
 
 lohier. [Ironically.] It matters not what the 
 little fish do when the big fish swim into the pond. 
 [A noise heard.] 
 
 GROUCHET. S'sh ! 
 
 [Enter from the centre doorway maitre 
 william erard, half fainting, supported by 
 the arms of Master massieu, the Usher and 
 Master minier, who is a small dried-up little 
 man, with a timid and peddling manner. 
 Master william erard is a tall, lean man 
 with an ascetic face and fanatical manner. 
 Master massieu is a comfortable and jolly- 
 looking man with an air of good-living and 
 a roguish twnkle in his eye. The English 
 Soldiers make way for them and look at them 
 contemptuously.] 
 massieu. Give him the stool. 
 
 [lohier pushes a seat towards them, and m. 
 erard sinks upon it. The others surround 
 him.] 
 massieu. He is giddy from the bad air. There 
 is a great noise in there. They are all shouting at 
 Jeanne together. 
 grouchet. What is the Maid saying to them ? 
 massieu. "Gentle sirs, speak one at a time. 
 You overbear me all together." 
 
acti] JEANNE D'ARC 7 
 
 minier. [Sighing.] Yes, yes, that is so. 
 
 massieu. She has no fear. She can handle a 
 lance, they say, with any man. 
 
 grouchet. God wills a miraculous power to 
 Virgins. 
 
 erard. [Opening his eyes, and stretching out his 
 ams suddenly.] Let me tell you this! If Jeanne 
 be not a sorceress, she is full of a woman's tricks. 
 
 lohier. [Soothingly.] Come, come. Rest a 
 little. You will feel better presently. 
 
 m. erard. I am well enough. The air was foul. 
 [Standing up.] Ah! Jeanne is artful! Simple 
 she may look, but she is not so simple as she seems. 
 [Excitedly.] She is in league with sorcerers. 
 
 lohier. This is not a trial for Witchcraft. It 
 is a trial for Heresy. 
 
 erard. It is all the same. [Solemnly.] She 
 has confessed to seducing the ignorant people. She 
 herself has been led away by evil Spirits. 
 
 lohier. [Dryly.] You deliver the verdict, 
 Master Guillaume, when the Trial has not long 
 begun. 
 
 erard. [Shaking his head.] Ah! you have not 
 heard her answers ! Who, but the devil, could have 
 put them into her head ? 
 
 grouchet. Virgins are known to have visions. 
 The blessed St. Jerome has testified. 
 
 erard. [Positively.] Answer me this: How 
 could she have driven the English from Orleans, if 
 evil spirits had not helped the Maid? 
 
 minier. Unless it be by the guidance of God. 
 
 grouchet. There is something in that, and St. 
 Augustine declares that the gift of prophecy is 
 given to maids. 
 
 erard. [Sneeringly.] Do you believe that 
 Jeanne's prophecies will come true ? 
 
8 THE TRIAL OF [act i 
 
 grouchet. [Crossing himself.] I do not know 
 yet what to believe. 
 
 [A noise heard from doorway, massieu and 
 erard go to the central doorway and pass 
 through.] 
 lohier. [Magisterially.] They will snare her 
 in her own words. If Jeanne said, "I think I heard 
 the Voices instead of saying, "I heard the Voices", 
 no man could condemn her. And the Process in 
 Law is null and void. 
 minier. How do you make that out? 
 lohier. By the law the Court in matters of the 
 Faith, must have previous information touching the 
 charge of Jeanne's guilt — but the Court here is both 
 prosecutor and judge. 
 
 minier. [Alarmed.] Hush ! But you will not 
 dare to say this to Monseigneur ? 
 
 lohier. [Smiling dryly.] I may open my 
 mouth freely since I am leaving Rouen to-morrow 
 — for Rome. 
 
 grouchet. [Timidly, looking anxiously round 
 him.] Many of them are — over zealous. 
 
 minier. [Nervously.] Some of them hate her. 
 lohier. [Sardonically.] And some of them are 
 bribed. 
 
 [A noise is heard.] 
 grouchet. [Alarmed.] S'sh! S'sh! They are 
 breaking up. 
 
 lohier. Already? 
 
 minier. Something must have happened. It is 
 only half a sitting. Monseigneur is coming out. 
 [The three men draw on one side respectfully, 
 and the Soldiers lower their weapons, as 
 Masters beaupere, courcelles, erard, 
 d'estivet, maurice and loiseleur and other 
 Priests sweep in from the central doorway. 
 
acti] JEANNE D'ARC 9 
 
 The learned Doctors resemble a flock of black 
 
 crows in their flapping black gowns and wide 
 
 sleeves. Talking among themselves they 
 
 draw on one side as jeanne appears and 
 
 passes through the chamber, smiling and 
 
 debonaire. jeanne is conducted through by 
 
 massieu, who disappears with her by door L. 
 
 beaupere. Disgusting. It is against womanly 
 
 decency, this short hair. Those tight breeches and 
 
 hose are worn to allure men's eyes. That is why 
 
 she clings to them. 
 
 eraed. It incites to lust. Mere brazenness. If 
 Monseigneur would be guided by my counsel he 
 would constrain Jeanne by force to take woman's 
 dress. [To courcelles.] Are you not with me, 
 Master Thomas ? 
 
 [Enter Monseigneur.] 
 the bishop. [Looking round and speaking in 
 gracious tones.] Ah! Master Lohier. [lohier 
 bows.] And you, Master Grouchet? [grouchet 
 bows.] [To erard.] My son! the heat and the 
 noise overcame you, was it not so ? 
 
 erard. It was a passing faintness, Monseigneur. 
 the bishop. The chamber is over-crowded. 
 We shall not again make use of it. [Looking round 
 him.] It seems good to us to hold further exami- 
 nations of this woman, Jeanne, in private. We in- 
 vite all the learned Doctors present to attend us in 
 this chamber to-morrow at the tenth hour. [He 
 raises his hands.] In the Name of God, go in 
 peace. 
 
 [All bow and exeunt, save lohier and 
 
 grouchet, beaupere and loiseleur.] 
 
 the bishop. [To lohier.] In the matter on 
 
 which we have cited you, Master Lohier, to consult 
 
 with us, our Brother, good Master Beaupere will 
 
 confer with you. We will presently join you. 
 
10 THE TRIAL OF [act i 
 
 [eeaupere and lohier bow and withdraw.'] 
 
 the bishop. [Turning to grouchet.] Wel- 
 come, Master Richard. It rejoices us to have you 
 near us. 
 
 grouchet. Monseigneur, I have hastened to 
 obey your summons. As to what I have written 
 here I have searched my conscience. [He hands the 
 Bishop the scroll. 
 
 the bishop. [Taking the scroll and speaking 
 confidentially.] My son, we find this woman 
 Jeanne is contumacious. She sets herself ob- 
 stinately against all our charitable exhortations. 
 She rejects the authority of the Church. 
 
 grouchet. [Nervously.] Touching the Pro- 
 cess, Monseigneur, on which you asked my 
 opinion — 
 
 the bishop. Ah, yes! [He unrolls the scroll 
 and glances carelessly and rapidly through it, letting 
 it roll up in his hand suddenly. Forcibly.] My 
 son ! Leave this to the lawyers. 
 
 grouchet. [Stammering.] But — you asked — 
 Monseigneur. 
 
 the bishop. Leave this to the lawyers, my son. 
 As a theologian, do not meddle in these matters. 
 [He takes grouchet confidentially by the arm.] 
 There is a special task that calls for you. Ere the 
 Church can receive this erring woman back into her 
 bosom, she must be brought to reflect upon her mis- 
 deeds. My son, give her your counsels for the sal- 
 vation of her body and soul. Beseech and warn 
 her. Work on her with such gentleness and 
 charity that she may comprehend that she is outside 
 the Faith, that obstinacy will avail her nothing. 
 Induce her to humility and obedience, that she may 
 cast aside this man's dress, hateful to God, that she 
 may repent her heresies and be received into Con- 
 
acti] JEANNE D'ARC 11 
 
 fession. This is your task, Master Richard. Do 
 not draw back your hand. [He beckons to 
 loiseleur, who approaches.] Master Nicolas, we 
 associate Master Grouchet with you in this good 
 work. 
 
 [m. grouchet, overwhelmed, bows low and is 
 then conducted to the door by loiseleur, 
 who returns, softly, and stands before the 
 Bishop.] 
 
 the bishop. What think you of Master Richard, 
 this kindly man ? 
 
 loiseleur. Monseigneur, he is pliable, without 
 consuming zeal. 
 
 the bishop. Confide in him. He has a ques- 
 tioning mind. 
 
 loiseleur. I will probe his thought, Mon- 
 seigneur. 
 
 the bishop. [Fixing his eyes intently on M. 
 loiseleur's face.] And Jeanne? Jeanne has not 
 yet yielded up her will unto the Church ? 
 
 loiseleur. [With soft meaning.] Not yet. 
 
 the bishop. She shall recant her errors on the 
 scaffold. 
 
 loiseleur. Yea, when humbled in a suffering 
 body her spirit is strongly shaken. 
 
 the bishop. Last night did Master Hughes 
 again visit her in disguise ? 
 
 loiseleur. Last night in secret, he came to her 
 and bore her news of a victory of her King. 
 
 the bishop. And she believed? 
 
 loiseleur. Monseigneur, she would credit the 
 straws dancing in the wind, if they bore her such 
 tidings. 
 
 the bishop. Let Jeanne disclose her heresies to 
 all men fully. We will not check her arrogance the 
 while. Yet study her, my son. We much esteem 
 your counsel. 
 
12 THE TRIAL OF [act i 
 
 loiseleur. Command me, Monseigneur. Jeanne 
 is both child and woman. I marvel at her 
 enduring will. 
 
 [The Bishop moves towards the door and then 
 
 turns.'] 
 
 the bishop. Children need sharp correction ere 
 
 they are contrite. Only by tears is their repentance 
 
 shown. You shall bring Jeanne to penitence, my 
 
 son. 
 
 [Exit. 
 
 loiseleur. [Sardonically.'] It is in the fire that 
 
 repentance is most true — and so is pleasing to God ! 
 
 [He follows the Bishop. 
 
 •] 
 
act i] JEANNE D'ARC 13 
 
 Scene II. A Private Examination. March 4th, 
 i43i- 
 
 [An inner-chamber, as before, leading to the Rob- 
 ing Room, Rouen Castle. Doors on R., L. and in 
 Centre, at back. The Bishop, with Masters erard, 
 beaupere, courcelles and estivet, sitting to- 
 gether, are questioning jeanne, who stands facing 
 a half-circle, the above Examiners being on her 
 right; and on her left, minier, maurice and grou- 
 chet, who sit silent, only occasionally intervening. 
 massieu, the Usher, is standing near jeanne, be- 
 traying nothing in his face.] 
 
 beaupere. Jeanne! Attend to me. The Voice 
 from which you ask counsel, has it a face and eyes ? 
 
 jeanne. You shall not know yet. There is a 
 saying among children that "Sometimes one is 
 hanged for speaking the truth." 
 
 courcelles. Do you know if you are in the 
 grace of God ? 
 
 jeanne. If I am not, may God place me there; 
 if I am, may God so keep me. 
 
 beaupere. When you saw this Voice coming to 
 you, was there a light? 
 
 jeanne. There was plenty of light everywhere, 
 as was seemly. [To m. beaupere.] It does not all 
 come to you ! 
 
 beaupere. These Saints who show themselves 
 to you, have they any hair? 
 
 jeanne. [Smiling.] It is well to know that 
 they have. 
 
 beaupere. How do they speak ? 
 
 jeanne. The Voice is beautiful, sweet and low : 
 it speaks in French. 
 
14 THE TRIAL OF [act i 
 
 beaupere. Does not St. Margaret speak 
 English ? 
 
 jeanne. Why should she speak English when 
 she is not on the English side ? 
 
 the bishop. Have your Voices said that before 
 three months you will be delivered from prison ? 
 
 jeanne. That is not in your case. [Laughing.] 
 But those who wish to send me out of the world 
 may well go before me. 
 
 erard. In what likeness did St. Michael appear 
 to you? Was he naked? 
 
 jeanne. Do you think that God has not where- 
 withal to clothe him ? 
 [erard is abashed.] 
 
 beaupere. Do you know by revelation if you 
 will escape? 
 
 jeanne. Do you wish me to speak against 
 myself ? 
 
 the bishop. When you left your father and 
 mother against their wish to go to your King, do 
 you not think you sinned ? 
 
 jeanne. If God commanded, it was right to 
 obey. 
 
 beaupere. Did your Voices command you to take 
 man's dress? 
 
 jeanne. All that I have done of good, I have 
 done by the command of my Voices. 
 
 erard. In taking man's dress, did you think you 
 were doing wrong ? 
 
 jeanne. No; even now if I were with those of 
 my own side, and in this man's dress, it seems to me 
 it would be a great good for France to do as I did 
 before I was captured. 
 
 the bishop. Why did you throw yourself from 
 the top of the Tower at Beaurevoir? 
 
 jeanne. I had heard that the people of Com- 
 
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 piegne, all over the age of seven years, were to be 
 put to fire and sword, and I would rather have died 
 than live after such a destruction of good people. 
 That was one of the reasons. The other was that I 
 knew I was to be sold to the English; and I had 
 rather die than be in the hands of my enemies, the 
 English. 
 
 the bishop. When you recovered speech, did 
 you not blaspheme and curse God and His Saints? 
 This is proved by many people's testimony. 
 
 jeanne. No. I have no memory of ever hav- 
 ing blasphemed God and His Saints in that place or 
 anywhere else. 
 
 estivet. You said that my Lord of Beauvais 
 puts himself in great danger by bringing you to 
 trial; in what danger do we place ourselves, the 
 Judges and the others ? 
 
 jeanne. I said to my Lord of Beauvais ; "You 
 say that you are my judge; I do not know if you 
 are, but take heed not to judge wrongly, because if 
 so you place yourself in great danger." 
 
 estivet. But what is this peril or danger ? 
 
 jeanne. St. Catharine has told me that I shall 
 have help; I do not know if this will be to be de- 
 livered from prison, or if, whilst I am being tried, 
 some disturbance may happen by which I shall be 
 delivered. Besides this my Voices have told me that 
 I shall be delivered by a great Victory, and they 
 add: "Be resigned; have no care for thy martyr- 
 dom ; thou wilt come in the end to the Kingdom of 
 Paradise." What is meant by my martyrdom, I 
 think, is the pain and adversity that I suffer in 
 prison ; I do not know if I have still greater suffer- 
 ing to bear ; for that, I resign myself to God. 
 
 [The Bishop, beaupere, estivet, erard and 
 courcelles whisper together.] 
 
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 beaupere. [With an oily smile.] Since your 
 Voices told you that you would come in the end to 
 the Kingdom of Paradise, have you felt assured of 
 being saved and of not being damned in Hell ? 
 
 jeanne. I believe firmly what my Voices have 
 told me, that I shall be saved ; I believe it as firmly 
 as if I were already there. 
 
 grouchet. [Interrupting nervously to warn 
 jeanne.] That is an answer of great weight, my 
 daughter. 
 
 [beaupere and estivet turn on him with anger 
 the Bishop blandly signs to grouchet to in- 
 terrupt no further.] 
 
 jeanne. [To grouchet.] Yes, it is an answer 
 of weight, but one which I hold for a great 
 treasure. 
 
 beaupere. [Insinuatingly.] After this revela- 
 tion, do you believe that you cannot commit mortal 
 sin? 
 
 jeanne. I do not know, and in all things I wait 
 on our Lord. 
 
 beaupere. [Craftily.] Then you have no need 
 to go to Confession, Jeanne, since you believe by the 
 revelation of your Voices that you will be saved? 
 [All wait in anxiety for jeanne's answer while 
 she ponders deeply.} 
 
 jeanne. [Slowly.] If I were in mortal sin, I 
 think that St. Catharine and St. Margaret would 
 abandon me at once. 
 
 beaupere. [With great asperity.] To take a 
 man at ransom, and to put him to death, while a 
 prisoner, is not that mortal sin ? 
 
 jeanne. [Indignantly.] I never did it. 
 
 beaupere. [Sneeringly.] What did you do to 
 Franquet D'Arras, who was put to death, at Lagny ? 
 
 jeanne. [Defending herself.] Franquet had 
 
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 for Judge, the Bailly of Senlis and the Court at 
 Lagny. His trial lasted fifteen days. I consented 
 that he should die if he merited it, because he had 
 confessed to being a murderer, thief and traitor. 
 
 estivet. [Menacing jeanne with his finger.] 
 We recall to you: that you attacked Paris on a 
 Feast Day; that you took the horse of my Lord the 
 Bishop of Senlis; that you threw yourself down 
 from the Tower of Beaurevoir; that you wear a 
 man's dress; that you have consented to the death 
 of Franquet D' Arras; do you not think you have 
 committed mortal sin in these ? 
 
 jeanne. As to Paris, I do not think myself in 
 mortal sin; but if so it is for God to know it, and 
 the Priest in Confession. As to the horse of my 
 Lord, the Bishop of Senlis, it was sent back to the 
 Sire de la Tremouille to restore it to my Lord of 
 Senlis ; it was not fit for me to ride ; besides it was 
 not I that took it. As to my fall from the Tower 
 at Beaurevoir I did not do it in despair but to go to 
 the help of all those brave folk who were in danger. 
 After my fall I confessed myself, and asked pardon, 
 by the counsel of St. Catherine. 
 
 courcelles. But did you do penance for it ? 
 
 jeanne. Yes. And as to my dress, since I bear 
 it by command of God and for his service, I do not 
 think I have done wrong at all; so soon as it shall 
 please God to prescribe it, I will take it off. 
 
 [The four Assessors whisper with the Bishop, 
 then resettle themselves.] 
 
 courcelles. Jeanne, how do you know that 
 your Voices are the Voices of good spirits ? 
 
 jeanne. In my greatest undertakings they have 
 always helped me; at Beaurevoir when they saw 
 that I was not able to control myself, they saved my 
 life and kept me from killing myself : and that is a 
 sign that they are good spirits, 
 C 
 
18 THE TRIAL OF [act I 
 
 courcelles. Have you no other sign that they 
 are good spirits ? 
 
 jeanne. St. Michael assured me of it before the 
 Voices came to me. 
 
 courcelles. How did you know that it was St. 
 Michael? 
 
 jeanne. By the speech and language of the 
 Angels. 
 
 courcelles, But how did you know it was the 
 language of Angels? 
 
 jeanne. I believed it at once. When St. 
 Michael came to me, he said to me : "St. Catherine 
 and St. Margaret will come to thee ; believe in what 
 they tell thee, it is the Order of Our Lord." 
 
 the bishop. If the devil were to put himself in 
 the form or likeness of an Angel, how would you 
 know if it were a good or an evil angel? 
 
 jeanne. I should know quite well if it were St. 
 Michael or a counterfeit. The first time I was in 
 great doubt if it were St. Michael, and I was much 
 afraid. 
 
 courcelles. Will you in respect of all your 
 words and deed, whether good or bad, submit your- 
 self to the decision of our Holy Mother the Church? 
 
 jeanne. The Church! I love it, and would 
 wish to maintain it with all my power. It is not I 
 who should be prevented from going to Church and 
 hearing Mass ! As to the good deeds I have done 
 I must wait on the King of Heaven who sent me to 
 Charles, King of France, son of Charles, who was 
 King of France. You will see that the French will 
 soon gain a great victory, that God will send such 
 great doings that nearly all the Kingdom of France 
 will be shaken by them. 
 
 [The Bishop whispers to courcelles.] 
 
 erard. [Sneeringly.] When will this happen? 
 
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 jeanne. I wait on our Lord. 
 
 courcelles. [Resuming.] Will you refer your- 
 self to the decision of the Church? 
 
 jeanne. I refer myself to God who sent me, to 
 Our Lady and to all the Saints in Paradise. And 
 in my opinion it is all one, God and the Church ; and 
 one should make no difficulty about it. Why do not 
 make a difficulty? 
 
 courcelles. Jeanne, there is a Church Trium- 
 phant in which are God and the Saints, the Angels 
 and the Souls of the Saved. There is another 
 Church, the Church Militant, in which are the Pope, 
 the Vicar of God on earth, the Cardinals, Prelates 
 of the Church and all good Christians and Cath- 
 olics; the Church, regularly assembled, cannot err, 
 being ruled by the Holy Spirit. Will you refer 
 yourself to this Church, the Church Militant? 
 
 [All bend forward intently to hear Jeanne's 
 reply.], 
 
 jeanne. I came to the King of France from 
 God, from the Blessed Virgin Mary, from all the 
 Saints of Paradise and the Church Victorious 
 above. To this Church I submit all my good 
 deeds. As to saying whether I will submit myself 
 to the Church Militant, I will now answer no more. 
 [All the Priests sink back and shake their 
 heads.] 
 
 the bishop. Jeanne, you must answer now: 
 Will you submit yourself to the Church ? 
 
 jeanne. [With simple directness.] What is 
 the Church ? Is it you ? How can I submit to you 
 while you are my enemy? 
 
 maurice. [Hurriedly.] Jeanne. Does it not 
 seem to you that you are bound to reply more fully 
 to our Lord the Pope, on all that might be asked 
 you touching the Faith and your conscience than 
 you should to us ? 
 
20 THE TRIAL OF [act i 
 
 jeanne. Very well. Let me be taken before 
 the Pope, and I will answer before him all I ought 
 to answer. 
 
 grouchet. [Nervously and hurriedly.] Jeanne, 
 will you submit to the Council of Bale ? 
 
 jeanne. What is the Council of Bale? I have 
 never heard of this Council. 
 
 grouchet. [Stammering.] It is an assembly 
 of the Church Universal, and of all Christendom, 
 Jeanne. 
 
 jeanne. Are there any clergy in it on my side? 
 
 grouchet. [Casting a frightened look at the 
 Bishop.'] All the clergy of France are assembled 
 together. 
 
 the bishop. [Rising to his feet angrily to 
 grouchet.] Hold your tongue in the devil's 
 name! What does she know about the Council of 
 Bale? 
 
 jeanne. [Eagerly.] Oh! if my King's clerics 
 are there I am quite willing to submit to the Council 
 of Bale. Take me there ! 
 
 the bishop. [Sharply, to the Notaries.] Omit 
 that. It is not in evidence. 
 
 [The Notaries put down their pens.] 
 
 jeanne. [Scornfully.] Ah! anything that is 
 against me you are eager for them to write! but 
 nothing that is for me ! 
 
 [The Clerics talk loudly together.] 
 
 jeanne. [Laughingly to a Notary.] Is that 
 not so, Master Guillaume? 
 
 [The Notary turns his back on jeanne.] 
 
 beaupere. [With a coaxing air.] Jeanne, do 
 you know then nothing of those who came in the 
 air with the fairies ? 
 
 jeanne. I have never done or known anything 
 about them ; but I have heard of them and that they 
 
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 came on Thursdays. But I do not believe it. I 
 think it is sorcery. 
 
 beaupere. Did they not wave your banner 
 around the head of your King, when he was con- 
 secrated at Rheims? 
 
 jeanne. No, not that I know of. 
 
 beaupere. Why, then, was your banner taken 
 to Rheims for the consecration, and not those of 
 other captains? 
 
 jeanne.' [Proudly.] My banner had shared in 
 the pain; it was only right it should share in the 
 honour. 
 
 [The Clerics are taken aback, estivet whis- 
 pers to the Bishop.] 
 
 the bishop. [Smiling blandly.] Jeanne, you 
 are tired. [To massieu.] Enough! Lead her to 
 her chamber. 
 
 jeanne. [To the Notary.] Now, good Master 
 Guillaume, see that you get my answers, this time, 
 written aright. 
 
 She passes out, smiling frankly at the 
 Assessors, accompanied by massieu, through 
 Door on L.] 
 
 the bishop. This woman's pride, I fear, may 
 be a sign of her damnation. 
 
 grouchet. [Timidly.] Monseigneur, I deem 
 Jeanne is not contumacious through wickedness, 
 but her understanding is darkened by her 
 delusions. 
 
 beaupere. [Sharply.] Of what profit is it to 
 speak so ? The evil is here — before us. How many 
 ignorant people have been led away by her prophe- 
 cies? She pretends that God Himself is against 
 the English ! She even pretends to divine the Will 
 of Heaven! Such damnable heresies must be 
 rooted out by the sharpest, most salutary means. 
 
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 the bishop. [Rebukingly.] We must not 
 cease striving to wean Jeanne from her errors. 
 You have counsel to give us, Master Jean? 
 
 estivet. Monseigneur, to me there seems some- 
 thing diabolical in this girl's presumption. If she 
 be not indeed a witch, and in league with evil spirits, 
 then she is cunning beyond relief. 
 
 [He spreads out his hands.] 
 
 minier. [Timidly.] Yet Jeanne is not without 
 piety. 
 
 estivet. [Sharply.] With her it will be as 
 with Pierronne — She will not repent till she is in 
 the fire. 
 
 the bishop. [Raising his hands.] Let us 
 speak of Jeanne's errors in charity! [To coue- 
 celles.] Master Thomas, you have not tendered 
 your counsel, by which we lay great store. 
 
 courcelles. [Modestly.] I speak under cor- 
 rection, Monseigneur, but I submit if Jeanne con- 
 tinues to refuse to submit her Visions to the 
 Authority of the Church, she is manifestly a heretic. 
 All lies therein — her submission to the Church. 
 
 the bishop. You have spoken with wisdom, 
 Master Thomas. [He rises and all rise.] We now 
 adjourn this sitting. 
 
 [He raises his hands and blesses the Priests.] 
 
 [Curtain.] 
 
act n] JEANNE D'ARC 23 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 Jeanne's Illness. 
 Scene I. The English. April 18th, 1431. 
 
 [Ante-chamber to jeanne's Prison Chamber. 
 Door on L. A staircase-door on R. Enter by 
 Staircase on R., m. massieu, the Usher, and m. 
 grouchet, talking earnestly. Then appears m. 
 tiphaine, the physician, at Door on L. leading 
 into jeanne's Chamber; He beckons to m. 
 massieu.] 
 
 grouchet. [Detaining massieu.] Ask him if 
 they have taken off her shackles? And if her head 
 be clammy with sweat ? That is a grave sign in the 
 fevers. And ask if she has suffered with the wan- 
 dering of her wits? I will come in to her when 
 they think well, but not till Master Erard has done 
 exhorting. 
 
 [m. massieu crosses over to m. tiphaine. m. 
 grouchet remains standing. .] 
 
 massieu. [To tiphaine.] Is there no change, 
 Master Tiphaine? 
 
 tiphaine. Since the flux left her the fever has 
 mounted. If it be not checked by bleeding, the 
 Maid may not outlive the night. [He disappears 
 into Jeanne's Chamber.] 
 
 grouchet. [Overhearing.] Has she not de- 
 manded the Sacrament? 
 
 massieu. She entreats it piteously. But Mon- 
 seigneur withholds it. [Lowering his voice.] 
 They fear, if they give it her, she may lose sense 
 of this world and die happy — thinking on her 
 Saviour. 
 
24 THE TRIAL OF [act ii 
 
 grouchet. [Deeply moved.] Ah! unfortunate 
 afflicted child! But what if she pass away un- 
 shriven, with all the burden of her sins ! 
 
 massieu. Twelve weeks in all has she lain here, 
 with the irons on her limbs at night, and these 
 English horseboys for company! [Nodding his 
 head.] It is their design to fret her to a shadow 
 and bring her low. 
 
 grouchet. But not unto mortal sickness ? 
 
 massieu. [Cautiously.] Master Tiphaine af- 
 firms that she fell sick after eating of a carp — 
 
 grouchet. Eh ? 
 
 massieu. Which Master Estivet had carried to 
 her — 
 
 grouchet. Ah ! 
 
 massieu. [Whispering.] — The gift of Mon- 
 seigneur. 
 
 grouchet. [After looking round fearfully.] 
 Can it be ? 
 
 massieu. [Guardedly.] It was smothered in 
 sauce. 
 
 grouchet. But — how ? 
 
 massieu. [Enigmatically.] I have said that 
 they have planned to bring her low. There are 
 other ways and means, besides these English and 
 their irons, to break her spirit. — But it is easy to 
 overshoot the mark. 
 
 [A noise is heard at Staircase R. massieu 
 beckons grouchet away.] 
 
 massieu. Here come the English lords! Let 
 us pass into the Maid's chamber. [They pass out 
 by door L.] 
 
 [Enter the Earl of Stafford and the Earl of 
 Warwick, attended by Lieutenant john 
 grey, from Staircase on R.] 
 
 Warwick. [To john grey.] Bid Master 
 
act ii ] JEANNE D'ARC 25 
 
 Tiphaine attend us. [john grey bows and with- 
 draws.] 
 
 Warwick. [Turning to Stafford.] The witch! 
 Satan is in league with her. This sudden sick- 
 ness — now. 
 
 Stafford. [Dryly.] This vomiting — following 
 upon my Lord of Beauvais' dish — 
 
 Warwick. [Hotly.] You doubt! You are all 
 doubts. Speak out your thought in the devil's 
 name! 
 
 Stafford. [Pointedly.] You count too abso- 
 lutely upon these priests. Master Callot has 
 warned us that many of these Churchmen are sus- 
 pected of favouring Jeanne; and plot to spite 
 Beauvais in the Trial. What if he falter — and this 
 be the middle way — for Jeanne to die in prison in 
 our hands ? 
 
 Warwick. [Grimly.] Nay. Beauvais sticks like 
 a rib to our flesh. He covets much fatness. His 
 creatures breathe now in his flattered ear, "His 
 Grace of Rouen." He has counted that the fire in 
 which this sorceress burns will warm his fingers. 
 
 Stafford. So you think. It is twelve weeks 
 since the Maid, this limb of Satan, was brought 
 hither and yet she is no nigher to her death! We 
 had liefer have thrown her into the Seine than let 
 these priests' hands grasp her. 
 
 Warwick. Be patient. The Regent has ap- 
 pointed that justice shall be done, by rule and book. 
 Before this witch be fastened to the stake, she shall 
 recant. The priests labour at it daily. Soon we 
 shall see the fruit fall into our lap. 
 
 Stafford. Yet, if she die to-night? 
 
 Warwick. [Furiously.] If she die — While the 
 breath fail in her body she shall be carted to the 
 stake, and her arms outstretched so that her head 
 
26 THE TRIAL OF [act ii 
 
 waggle on her neck! And the priests shall feign 
 to hear her words and shall shout her recantation 
 to the people. 
 
 [Enter m. tiphaine from L.] 
 
 Warwick. How doth the Maid? 
 
 tiphaine. My Lord, her pulse is high. If the 
 fever stand constant, her strength must run out like 
 the ebb. 
 
 Warwick. You are a crafty master of medicine. 
 To reduce her swollen veins, what remedies have 
 you? 
 
 tiphaine. She must be bled to abate the fever. 
 
 Warwick. [Violently.] No bleeding, on your 
 life ! I will have none of it. 
 
 tiphaine. My Lord, unless she be bled freely, 
 I will not answer for her life. 
 
 WARWICK. No. 
 
 Stafford. Cousin, what danger lies in letting 
 blood? 
 
 Warwick. She is artful, and might kill herself. 
 
 Stafford. [Jeeringly.] Fear not! God will 
 save her if He sent her ! 
 
 Warwick. No. Not for Rouen itself would the 
 King's Counsellors have this woman die in her bed. 
 We have bought Jeanne dear, and will do justice on 
 her body in the fire. Because we have credited the 
 power of this disciple of Satan, God has punished 
 us by her King's victories. She has raised her 
 King up by her arts, in her death he shall fall. [To 
 tiphaine.] Have you no powerful medicines to 
 purge her veins? 
 
 tiphaine. There is some obstruction choking 
 the passages of the spleen. If she be not blooded 
 the fever will shortly mount to the brain. 
 
 Stafford. If you bleed her, can she tear open 
 the vein? 
 
act ii ] JEANNE D'ARC 27 
 
 tiphaine. Not with her hands fastened, and 
 her guards watching. 
 
 Warwick. Well! bleed the jade, but watch her 
 well. Doctor ! we will repay your vigilance. 
 
 [Exeunt the three to Jeanne's Chamber on L. 
 As they pass out, m. loiseleue enters from 
 R. A pause. Then enter erard hurriedly 
 from Jeanne's Chamber.] 
 
 erard. You come from Monseigneur? 
 
 loiseleur. Monseigneur desires tidings of this 
 vexatious and improvident fever. 
 
 erard. Hasten back to him, Master Nicolas, and 
 say that Jeanne is to be bled, and that faintness will 
 so work upon her, body and soul, that in fear of 
 death she will recant her heresies within the hour. 
 
 loiseleur. When Jeanne denies her Appari- 
 tions, it will not be through fear of hell, but from 
 love of life. 
 
 erard. In sickness the conscience often con- 
 fesses what the devil has hidden far from sight. 
 
 loiseleur. [Sardonically.'] The devil enters 
 easily into a woman, but he does not so readily leave 
 her. Beware, Brother, that the Maid tempt you 
 not to pity her state overmuch, for whoso looketh 
 on a woman in kindness is often deceitfully lured 
 by the demon of the flesh. 
 
 erard. All women are abominable to me ! And 
 this woman — perhaps is a succubus, a simulacrum 
 of a Virgin, projected by the devil for men's undo- 
 ing. But now, all weak, Jeanne is fearful of death 
 and like wax in the flame, her soul may melt in 
 terror. Hasten, good Master Nicolas, to Mon- 
 seigneur: for if the favourable moment pass, our 
 time and labour may all come to naught. 
 
 [erard goes back by L. to Jeanne's Chamber.] 
 
 loiseleur. [Looking after erard's retreating 
 
28 THE TRIAL OF [act ii 
 
 figure.] A succubus! Fool! She is flesh and 
 blood like other women. Was she not begotten by 
 a man? [He ponders.] Were she holy, could she 
 trouble my senses? Nay, she is woman; and for 
 women there are both men and priests. [He medi- 
 tates.] Into this virgin's body and soul, might not 
 a man glide, if he whispered with a priest's voice 
 in her ear ? 
 
 [Exit by Staircase.] 
 
 [Curtain.] 
 
act 11] JEANNE D'ARC 29 
 
 Scene II. The Sick Chamber. , April 18th, 1431 
 
 [The same night. The Prison Chamber. A 
 large room, with arrow-slits for windows, lit with 
 flambeaux. A stone staircase is seen on R. with 
 ascending and descending steps. Jeanne's bed, 
 with a large beam of wood to which chains are 
 attached, is in the centre, jeanne is seen lying on 
 her bed watched by m. tiphaine and attended by 
 john grey, and an English Soldier. A sound of 
 chanting is heard and from the staircase, ascending, 
 winds a solemn procession of Priests, m. erard, 
 
 ESTIVET, BEAUPERE, COURCELLES, LOISELEUR, GROU- 
 CHET, MINIER, MAURICE, etc., with MONSEIGNEUR 
 
 entering last. They range themselves near the 
 couch, and, monseigneur lifting his hands, all fall 
 on their knees and repeat A Prayer for the Sick.] 
 
 the clerics. "Have mercy on me, O God, in 
 Thy great mercy. And in Thy mercy everlasting 
 do away with my wickedness. Wash me again of 
 my wickedness, and of my sins, cleanse me. For all 
 my sins are known to Thee, and lie heavy against 
 me. Against Thee alone have I sinned, and before 
 Thee I have done evil." 
 
 "For lo, in wickedness was I conceived, 
 and in sin my mother bore me. Lo, Thou 
 lovest truth; the secret and hidden springs 
 of Thy wisdom Thou didst show to me. Thou 
 shalt sprinkle me, Lord, with hyssop, and I shall be 
 cleansed; Thou shalt wash me and I shall be made 
 whiter than snow. Turn away Thy Face from my 
 sins, and do away with all my wickedness. Make 
 a clean heart in me, O God, and make anew a right- 
 eous spirit in my heart. Amen." 
 
30 THE TRIAL OF [act ii 
 
 [The Bishop makes a sign and they all rise.] 
 
 the bishop. Jeanne, our sister, hearing that you 
 are grievously sick, we have come with these rever- 
 end Fathers to give you ghostly succour. We are 
 come here as your friends, in love and charity, to 
 administer consolation.. O believe, Jeanne, that in 
 the hour of peril it is your salvation that moves us, 
 and let your suffering spirit gather peace. 
 
 jeanne. [Speaking clearly, but feebly.] I am 
 very ill. I feel myself near death. 
 
 the bishop. The Church shutteth not the fold 
 against the repentant lamb. All these worthy Doc- 
 tors and Masters are burning with zeal to bring 
 you to the True Faith. Look not upon us now as 
 your Judges. Believe it, Jeanne, doubt not, my 
 daughter, that there is no peace, no tranquility, for 
 any man outside the blessed haven of the Church. 
 Cast your pride away, my daughter, submit wholly 
 and you shall be saved. 
 
 [A long silence. The Bishop then continues :] 
 
 the bishop. If there be any learned Doctor or 
 Priest not here, to whose hands you would prefer to 
 confide yourself, speak! we will send for him, 
 Jeanne. 
 
 jeanne. I thank you, but I feel I am very near 
 to death. If so it be, then my God do with me as 
 He wills. I ask only that ye let me be heard in 
 Confession, that you give me the Holy Sacrament ; 
 and — and — [In an imploring voice.] I entreat you, 
 bury me in holy ground. 
 
 the bishop. [Very softly.] Jeanne! my child, 
 you shall have the Sacrament, but you must first 
 submit to the Church. You must do as do all good 
 Catholics. 
 
 Jeanne. I am a good Catholic. [She raises 
 herself in her bed.] I love Messire. Did not He 
 not send me to succour Orleans ? 
 
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 the bishop. If you will not submit to the 
 Church, you cannot have the Sacraments, except the 
 Sacrament of Penitence, which we are ever ready 
 to give you. 
 
 jeanne. Then I will say nothing more. 
 
 the bishop. My sister, being in peril of death, 
 you should show a contrite heart. If you do not 
 submit to the Church, you cannot have the rights 
 of all good Catholics. 
 
 jeanne. If my body die, I charge you, Mon- 
 seigneur, that you bury it in holy ground. If you 
 refuse me this, then I will trust in God. 
 
 the bishop. Jeanne, you have said many times 
 that you will not hold to anything contrary to the 
 Christian Faith. 
 
 jeanne. [Raising herself angrily.] What I 
 said at the trial I adhere to. I refer it all to Our 
 Lord. I am too weak to say more. 
 
 the bishop. Oh Jeanne, turn not away from the 
 bosom of the Church, which yearns to comfort 
 you. 
 
 jeanne. I put my trust in God. 
 
 the bishop. [With asperity.] Do you imagine 
 that God only reveals Himself to you? 
 
 jeanne. I know well He reveals Himself to 
 others. But I will never deny my Voices. 
 
 the bishop. We summon you, we exhort you, 
 we beseech you to take counsel of the Priests 
 and worthy Masters here assembled, and to believe 
 in the advice they bring you for the salvation of 
 your soul. 
 
 [The Bishop signs and minier comes forward 
 and drops on his knees beside the bed.] 
 
 minier. [Tremulously.] Jeanne. You are dy- 
 ing, my child. Do not deceive yourself; lay aside 
 all belief in your Apparitions. Do not be as the 
 
32 THE TRIAL OF [act h 
 
 Infidels who perish miserably in their sins. So 
 must you perish and be cast into the pit, if you do 
 not reconcile yourself to the Church. 
 
 jeanne. [With vehement conviction.] I am a 
 good Christian. I have been baptized. I shall die 
 a good Christian. 
 
 [minier remains kneeling. At a sign from the 
 Bishop, courcelles comes forward and 
 drops on his knees.] 
 
 courcelles. [In a persuasive and sweet voice.] 
 Jeanne, reflect. Will you not win for yourself an 
 incorruptible crown? Think of eternity, of the 
 soul bathed in glorious light, of the great company 
 of Saints, whose faces shine with joy, singing the 
 praises of God in unison. You, too, may be of the 
 Elect, in Paradise. Only surrender to the Church's 
 love. Think, if your King should have Visions, 
 would he not submit them to the authority of the 
 priests and bishops round him? — Is it not impious 
 to rely only on yourself? 
 
 jeanne. I rely on my Judge : He is the King of 
 Heaven and Earth. 
 
 [courcelles remains on his knees, beapere 
 comes forward and drops on his knees.] 
 
 beaupere. Jeanne, you are dying. Remember 
 that as in the grave your body will be eaten by 
 worms, so in Hell, the spiritual worm will gnaw 
 your soul with remorse, if you reject the means of 
 grace and salvation. Oh! how easy for you to 
 attain eternal bliss. But if you will not submit, all 
 these pious Churchmen who yearn to save you, 
 must abandon you in death; they must condemn 
 you if you cut yourself off from our dear Mother 
 Church. 
 
 jeanne. [In a warning voice.] If you con- 
 demn me in death, evil will overtake you, my 
 Judges, body and soul ! 
 
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 [beaupere remains kneeling, maurice comes 
 forward and drops on his knees.] 
 
 maurice. [In tears.] Jeanne, only say that 
 you resign yourself to the Church's care, and you 
 shall have the Body of Our Lord. Whether you 
 live or die, I promise you, my child, you shall have 
 a glorious and fine procession with all the priests 
 and deacons praising God for His mercy. Oh ! put 
 yourself now in good and holy estate, submit and 
 save your soul. 
 
 [jeanne. [Making a great effort to be heard 
 clearly.] I am dying. I desire that the Church 
 and all Catholics should pray for me. [She 
 faints.] 
 
 all the priests. [Intone solemnly.] The 
 
 wicked man will drink of the wine of the wrath of 
 
 God in the cup of His anger. Yield yourself to the 
 
 Church ! Jeanne, it is your bliss or your damnation. 
 
 [The Bishop comes forward, solemnly, and 
 
 stands by the bed.] 
 
 the bishop. Jeanne! [His face suddenly 
 changes with apprehension, and he says: — ] She is 
 dead! 
 
 [tiphaine places his hand on her heart and 
 whispers to loiseleur.] 
 
 loiseleur. [Bending over the head of the bed 
 and looking at jeanne.] No! God has not 
 willed her release, Monseigneur. 
 
 the bishop. [Solemnly.] God is merciful to 
 her ! 
 
 [Curtain.] 
 
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 ACT III. 
 
 The Question of Torture. 
 
 Scene I. The Priests. May pth, 1431. 
 
 [Ante-chamber to jeanne's Prison Chamber, as 
 before. Enter m. grouchet from R., with marks 
 of strong perturbation. He keeps making emphatic 
 gestures of dissent, shaking his head and spreading 
 out the palms of his hands.] 
 
 grouchet. No — no. No — no — no. They can- 
 not. They will not. 
 
 [Enter courcelles from jeanne's Prison 
 Chamber on L. grouchet takes some hasty 
 steps towards him with gown flying. Then 
 he draws himselp up abruptly.] 
 
 grouchet. You have heard? 
 
 courcelles. [Cautiously.] What? 
 
 grouchet. The torture — they mean to put her 
 to the torture. 
 
 courcelles. [Correcting him.] If she refuses 
 to speak. 
 
 grouchet. Ah! She will not speak. We 
 know that. 
 
 courcelles. What have you heard? 
 
 grouchet. Monseigneur has sent for Brother 
 Leparmentier. He has ordered him to oil the 
 instruments and have them in readiness at noon. 
 
 courcelles. All lawful means must be tried — 
 even the harshest are merciful. 
 
 grouchet. But torture! No — it is only in the 
 last extremity. 
 
 courcelles. To save Jeanne's soul one must not 
 spare her body. 
 
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 grouchet. [Earnestly.] Yes, yes. I know it 
 is sanctioned — but not in this case, Master Thomas. 
 Not on this girl's tender flesh. Her torment will 
 not break down her will. 
 
 courcelles. Her impious obstinacy must be 
 crushed. Better that her bones be drawn from 
 their sockets than that she remain hardened in her 
 errors. 
 
 grouchet. [With nervous gestures.] Come, 
 come, Master Thomas, you are young, and young 
 men are hard. Remember, Jeanne is still weak 
 from sickness. Think! her delicate sinews to be 
 wrenched by screws ! 
 
 courcelles. [With pedantic dryness.] You 
 are older than I am, Master Richard, but I put it 
 to you that this woman is sowing heresy among the 
 common folk. It is her bad example that is con- 
 tagious. And of her heresy she boasts ! "Woe to 
 those who deem themselves wise !" 
 
 grouchet. [Much agitated, takes a step up and 
 down.] But — you also have known suffering, you 
 are a man, Master Thomas, and should show 
 brotherly mercy to this woman. 
 
 courcelles. [Drawing back.] As a man! 
 — yes — but as priests, it is our duty to subjugate 
 these human weaknesses, Master Richard. This 
 torture — is a matter for each man's conscience. I 
 ask, are you justified in withholding the means that 
 may make Jeanne docile to the Church? 
 
 [Seeing m. beaupere entering from Jeanne's 
 Chamber on L., he adds:] 
 
 courcelles. Is that not so, Master Jean ? Is it 
 not our bounden duty to break down Jeanne's 
 impious pride and bring her spirit to repentance? 
 
 grouchet. [Speaking vehemently and ex- 
 citedly.] But it will not! It will not! Torture 
 
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 will harden her ; it will wither up the seeds of ten- 
 derness in her soul. It will defeat our aim. It will 
 destroy her good Visions — [He breaks off, 
 confused.] 
 
 beaupere. [Pouncing on the words and holding 
 up his hands.] Master Richard! What are you 
 saying ? 
 
 courcelles. [Walking up to grouchet. Delib- 
 erately.] Good Visions ! Explain yourself, Master 
 Richard ! 
 
 grouchet. [Lamely.] I mean that she will 
 have worse Visions, if she be put to the Torture. 
 The seven devils of unbelief will enter into her soul. 
 
 beaupere. [Throwing his fore-finger out accus- 
 ingly at grouchet.] Monseigneur should know 
 this ! He avowed to us only yesterday that myste- 
 rious obstacles are opposing themselves to his 
 efforts. 
 
 grouchet. [Weakly.] You misunderstand me, 
 good Master Jean. Monseigneur has begged me 
 to soften Jeanne by arguments of charitable kind- 
 ness. Have I not entreated her every day to submit 
 her Apparitions, good or bad, to the decision of the 
 Church ? 
 
 beaupere. [Dogmatically.] That is it! That 
 is it. This kindness will destroy her. She despises 
 it ! No ! it is chastisement that she needs, the rod 
 of wrath to scourge her idolatrous pride. Mon- 
 seigneur has asked my advice on this question of 
 Torture. I shall reply : Her flesh must be chastened 
 to dislodge the demon from her soul. We have 
 been too merciful ! too full of mildness ! She must 
 suffer and be made to fear. 
 
 [john grey with loiseleur at his heels, 
 crosses from R. into Jeanne's Prison 
 Chamber, casting a look of dull contempt at 
 
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 the Monks as he passes, loiseleur is 
 arrested by grouchet's appeal] 
 grouchet. Master Nicolas, you have heard that 
 there is question of examination by Torture? 
 
 loiseleur. [Solemnly.] Torture is a salutary 
 medecine for the soul. 
 
 [He disappears.] 
 
 [A smothered, discordant laugh is heard from 
 
 Staircase R. from estivet, who advances 
 
 into the Chamber.] 
 
 estivet. [Coughing to conceal his laughter.] I 
 
 agree, I agree! But it may not be necessary. 
 
 When they have pulled off her doublet and hose and 
 
 shown her the rack, Jeanne's courage will 
 
 ooze fast enough. [To the Others collectively.] 
 
 Monseigneur summons you to join the worthy 
 
 Assessors in his chamber. 
 
 [As they go out by R., talking together, 
 estivet is heard to say:] 
 estivet. No. In her shift! In her shift! I 
 would have her to kneel at her prayers as a maiden 
 should. 
 
 [Exeunt Masters beaupere, courcelles, grou- 
 chet and estivet. A pause. Enter jeanne 
 attended by loiseleur who watches her 
 thoughtfully.] 
 loiseleur. [Caressingly, with a hidden note of 
 sexual feeling.] The air is fresher here. It will 
 revive you, Jeanne. [They sit down on a bench.] 
 You are still faint after your sickness? 
 jeanne. I am strong enough. 
 loiseleur. But not to bear what men cannot. 
 jeanne. [Wearily.] What now do they ask of 
 me ? You exhaust me, never leaving me alone. 
 
 loiseleur. Jeanne, Monseigneur has ordered 
 that at noon they shall take you to the Great Tower 
 
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 and there in the Torture Chamber, the executioners 
 will lay you on the rack. 
 
 jeanne. [Dreamily.] That they may do, if so 
 they will have it. I cannot help what they do to 
 me. 
 
 loiseleue. [Fingering her doublet.] Why do 
 you not give up this dress ? Is it that you still hope 
 to be delivered from the English, and to join with 
 your men-at-arms and fight for your King? 
 
 jeanne. [Looking at him intently.] Ah! have 
 I told you that? I have told you many things in 
 Confession. But it is not seemly for me to wear 
 women's clothes among the soldiers. 
 
 loiseleue. But if you are broken with the 
 torture, Jeanne, you will be like the cripples. 
 Ought you not to keep your body whole ? 
 
 jeanne. [Suddenly.] Take your hand from 
 my neck! 
 
 loiseleue. [Taking away his hand, but speak- 
 ing calmly.] I touched you to see if you were 
 afraid. 
 
 jeanne. I cannot bear the touch of a man's 
 hand. It oppresses me. 
 
 loiseleue. If you cannot bear my touch, my 
 sister, how will you bear the hand of the 
 executioner? 
 
 jeanne. That is different. He will only touch 
 me because he is commanded. I have seen the man. 
 He has a good face. 
 
 loiseleue. [Taken aback.] You think you can 
 see into men's hearts, Jeanne. But tell me, if your 
 body is crippled, how can you serve your King? 
 
 jeanne. You are going to burn me. Why then 
 do you urge me to care for my body ? 
 
 loiseleue. I wish to spare you useless 
 torments ! 
 
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 jeanne. You care for my body more than for 
 my soul. I can tell that. 
 
 loiseleur. Cast not away what God has given 
 you, your body that should glorify Him. 
 
 jeanne. [Jeeringly.] Speak that to Mon- 
 seigneur! [Proudly.] My body has glorified my 
 King by victories- which God commanded me to 
 perform. That is enough for me. Now I will 
 leave myself to Him. 
 
 loiseleur. You cannot abandon yourself so, 
 Jeanne. God has given you power to save your- 
 self from the hands of the English, if you will do 
 what all other good Christians do, and submit to 
 Mother Church. 
 
 jeanne. You want to force me to desert my 
 King! 
 
 loiseleur. Only submit your Apparitions to the 
 Church and Monseigneur will see that you are 
 taken out of this prison and placed in a cell in our 
 cloister. 
 
 jeanne. [Sear chin gly.] The other priests 
 threaten me and preach at me. But you always 
 tempt me softly with promises. 
 
 loiseleur. Jeanne, you have confessed to me 
 many times, and I yearn for your safety. Every 
 night I think over ways of saving you from the 
 English, but when the morning comes you drive me 
 away in your obstinacy. [He takes her hand in 
 his.] Let your hand rest in mine. I shall not 
 harm it. [Examining her hand.] How weak a 
 hand to have done such things ! 
 
 jeanne. [Trying to withdraw her hand.] You 
 say that you would help me, but your voice always 
 makes me doubt. 
 
 loiseleur. [Softly.] So long as you are with 
 me, you are in safety. But the executioner will 
 
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 take this hand and bind it to the bench, and strike 
 it with his mallet, and the blood will gush out from 
 the flesh. 
 
 jeanne. [Suddenly snatching away her hand 
 and rising.] Horrible ! Why do you tell me this ? 
 
 loiseleur. If you cannot support the telling, 
 how can you support the Torture? But they will 
 do worse than this. They will say 'Speak, speak' 
 and if you refuse, they will seize the other hand, 
 [he seizes her other hand] and break its bones in 
 the press. 
 
 jeanne. [Stopping her ears.] Horrible! I 
 will not listen. You rob me of my strength. 
 
 [She sinks onto the bench, loiseleur follows 
 her softly, and talks to her in the tones of a 
 secret lover.] 
 
 loiseleur. And not only your hands, Jeanne, 
 but your limbs they will stretch and rack on the 
 ladder. 
 
 jeanne. [Trying to push him away.] Leave 
 me ! You are no man. I suffocate. 
 
 loiseleur. [Leaning over her and whispering, 
 earnestly and caressingly.] Do what I counsel you. 
 [With his hand he touches her throat and breast.] 
 Only put on a woman's dress, and let your hair 
 grow, and no longer defy the Church and you shall 
 be taken hence and put in our Cloister. 
 
 jeanne. [With energy.] No. 
 
 loiseleur. [Earnestly.] Jeanne, I can save 
 you, for I know all that is in Monseigneur's heart. 
 It is the English who wish him to torture you and 
 cast you in the fire. The Clergy wish to save you, 
 and if you will submit to their guidance, you will 
 outwit your enemies who watch to entrap you. 
 
 jeanne. [With intense energy, shaking him off 
 and rising.] No. It is you who are trying to en- 
 trap me — through my fears. 
 
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 loiseleur. [In jealous anger.] May Satan 
 seize you! [He turns his back, and then recover^ 
 ing, turns round and speak cajolingly.] Jeanne, I 
 shall plead with Monseigneur. If he spares you the 
 torture, will you believe in my counsel? 
 
 jeanne. I believe in my Voices. 
 
 loiseleur. [Lets his head sink onto his breast. 
 He ponders deeply, and then says in a gloomy tone.] 
 They are strong, your Voices ! They wish nothing 
 but your death. And to those who follow you they 
 will bring destruction. 
 
 [jeanne smiles at him.] 
 
 [Curtain.] 
 
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 Scene II. The Torture Chamber. May pth, 
 I43 1 - 
 
 [The Torture-chamber in the great Tower. 
 Doors R. and L. A feeble light comes through the 
 barred windows. The walls are hung with sombre 
 hangings. In background are the rack and a 
 ladder. On a rough table lie instruments of torture, 
 irons, pincers, &c. A lighted brazier stands near 
 the table. Brother leparmentier, good-natured 
 and simple in face, and his Assistant, in coarse 
 frocks with rope girdles, stand by the table. In a 
 semi-circle sit The Bishop and Masters estivet, 
 
 COURCELLES, BEAUPERE, ERARD, LOISELEUR, MINIER, 
 
 grouchet and maurice. The Bishop makes a 
 sign to leparmentier, who goes to the Door on R. 
 and returns with jeanne, conducted by massieu. 
 jeanne stands before her Judges.] 
 
 the bishop. Jeanne, we warn you to speak the 
 truth. There are various points on which you have 
 refused to answer us, or have replied deceitfully. 
 On these we have sure evidence. 
 
 jeanne. I have never refused to tell the truth, 
 but some things I am not permitted to reveal. 
 
 the bishop. Do you still refuse to tell us the 
 sign that you pretend God has revealed to you, the 
 sign whereby you know that your Voices are from 
 Him? 
 
 jeanne. I will not reveal the sign without leave 
 from my Voices. 
 
 the bishop. Jeanne, this is a devilish and lying 
 invention. You have received no such sign. You 
 have invoked Demons and your Voices to defy us. 
 
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 jeanne. [Proudly.] I shall call my Voices to 
 my aid as long as I live. 
 
 the bishop. Take her to the rack! 
 
 [leparmentier and his Assistant lead jeanne 
 to the rack.] 
 
 the bishop. [Maliciously.] You shall be 
 racked now before our eyes if you do not answer 
 truly: What was the sign you gave to your King, 
 whereby he might know you were sent from God? 
 
 jeanne. [Defiantly.] The sign was given to 
 my King by an Angel. 
 
 the bishop. [Angrily.] We have proof that 
 you lie ! Prepare her ! 
 
 [leparmentier and his Assistant strip jeanne 
 of her doublet] 
 
 jeanne. I will say nothing different. 
 
 the bishop. We know that there was no Angel ! 
 Confess while there is time. 
 
 jeanne. I will never betray the secret of my 
 King. 
 
 [The Bishop signs to leparmentier who 
 places screws on Jeanne's hands.] 
 
 the bishop. Confess ! 
 
 jeanne. I maintain all that I have said. 
 
 the bishop. [With unctuous triumph.] Then 
 you shall be tortured to bring you back into the way 
 and knowledge of truth, and thus procure salvation 
 for your body and soul which you imperil by your 
 lies. [He turns to the Assessors.] 
 
 courcelles. [With dry malice.] Jeanne! the 
 Scripture saith: "If one member suffer, all the 
 members suffer with it." 
 
 beaupere. [Dogmatically.] What saith the 
 Apostle? "Obey your superiors, and submit your- 
 self to their authority." 
 
 grouchet. [Imploringly.] Oh, my daughter, 
 do not defy Monseigneur any more. 
 
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 jeanne. Truly if you tear me limb from limb 
 and separate my soul from my body still I would 
 say nothing different. And if I did say anything 
 else, afterwards I should ever declare that you 
 wrenched it out of me by force. 
 
 [The Priests gaze at her dumfounded. The 
 Bishop hastens, lamely, to recover the 
 situation.] 
 the bishop. Have you had any fresh revela- 
 tion from your Voices ? 
 
 jeanne. Last Thursday I received comfort 
 from St. Gabriel. I believe, indeed, it was St. 
 Gabriel. My Voices declared it. 
 
 the bishop. [Shaken by superstitious fear.] 
 What did your Voices say to you ? 
 
 jeanne. [Inspired.] If you wish that our 
 Lord shall aid thee, wait on Him in all thy doings. 
 
 the bishop. [Superstitiously.] Your Voices — 
 have they told you of what awaits you? 
 
 jeanne. I asked my Voices if I should be 
 burned. They answered me : "Wait on Our Lord ; 
 He shall aid thee." 
 
 [The Bishop turns his head away in his 
 perplexity.] 
 beaupeee. [With a cunning look.] Jeanne, as 
 to the Crown that you have given to the Arch- 
 bishop of Rheims, will you defer to him ? 
 
 jeanne. Make him come here and let me hear 
 what he says. He will not dare to say other than I 
 have said. 
 
 the bishop. [Furiously to massieu.] Take 
 her aside! [The Executioner takes off the screws 
 from her hands.] 
 
 [massieu conducts jeanne to the Door on R. 
 The Bishop sighs heavily. He gets up and 
 walks about in agitation. The Assessors 
 
act m] JEANNE D'ARC 45 
 
 gather together and eagerly dispute con- 
 cerning the Torture.'] 
 
 the bishop. [Suddenly stopping in his walk and 
 speaking to erard.] What is your advice, Master 
 William? 
 
 erard. [In secret disturbance.] Monseigneur, 
 Torture is unnecessary. We have ample material 
 for judgment. 
 
 the bishop. [Turning to courcelles.] And 
 yours, Master Thomas ? 
 
 courcelles. [Inflexibly.] Monseigneur, I think 
 it well to put her to the Torture. Let us try her on 
 this point: "Will you submit to the judgment of 
 the Church?" 
 
 the bishop. [Sighing and again pacing up and 
 down, then turning to maurice.] And yours, 
 Master Pierre? 
 
 maurice. [Gruffly.] No, Monseigneur. There 
 is no ground for torturing her. 
 
 the bishop. [To estivet.] And yours, Master 
 Jean ? 
 
 estivet. [Enraged.] There is ground, Mon- 
 seigneur, if we wish to know the truth concerning 
 her lies. 
 
 the bishop. [In exasperation, turning to loise- 
 leur.] But is it advisable, I say, is it advisable, 
 Master Nicolas? 
 
 loiseleur. [Suavely.] We must take care, 
 Monseigneur, that a Trial so well managed as this 
 be not exposed to slander. 
 
 the bishop. [Seeing light.] You are right, 
 Master Nicolas. We will not decide at present. 
 Let her enter ! 
 
 [massieu re-appears, conducting jeanne, who 
 stands simply and naturally before the 
 Bishop.] 
 
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 the bishop. [Pontifically.] Jeanne. We have 
 seen the hardness of your heart and your manner 
 of speaking. Since we fear that the punishment of 
 Torture will profit you little, we have decided to 
 spare you for the present, until we have taken 
 further counsel. 
 
 [Curtain.] 
 
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 ACT IV. 
 
 The Recantation and Lapse. 
 
 Scene I. The Night Before the Recantation. 
 May 23rd, 1 43 1. 
 
 [Ante-chamber to jeanne's Prison Chamber, as 
 before. The room is uncertainly lit by a single 
 flambeau, placed on a table behind which stands a 
 high-backed chair. Behind the chair and table is 
 a screen. A group of Priests are standing together, 
 their shadows are seen moving on the zvalls, but 
 their figures cannot be identified in the flickering^ 
 light.'] 
 
 1st priest. Her Vision of St. Gabriel! Even 
 if a dream — it seems strange. 
 
 2nd priest. How so ? 
 
 1st priest. You know so many Churches are 
 dedicated to St. Gabriel, and he is the Angel of 
 Truth — it affects men's minds. 
 
 4th priest. Monseigneur has declared that she 
 must recant. Now! To-night! 
 
 2nd priest. Fresh means are to be tried to- 
 night. Master Nicolas is bringing here a young 
 acolyte — It may be that his innocence will touch 
 Jeanne — [he whispers.] 
 
 3rd priest. Monseigneur has given special com- 
 mands that every one is to appeal to Jeanne, to en- 
 treat Jeanne, to beseech Jeanne, as one specially 
 beloved. There is to be no cessation, to-night, in 
 our prayers. 
 
 1st priest. She is very weak — she must suc- 
 cumb soon. 
 
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 4th priest. She has had fits of giddiness and 
 fainting. Her will is giving way — at last. 
 
 3rd priest. It is time! They declare that the 
 English soldiers still refuse to fight again, till they 
 have seen the witch burnt. 
 
 2nd priest. Nothing, nothing has been left 
 untried by Monseigneur. 
 
 3rd priest. She has cast shame on the Church. 
 Monseigneur feels the reproach deeply. Not to 
 recant, but to die in obstinacy like the thief on the 
 Cross ! 
 
 1st priest. There will be a huge crowd tomor- 
 row to see her abjure. It will be a beautiful sight ! 
 2nd priest. If all goes well. [Sighing.] Ah! 
 we must abate no effort. We must have faith. 
 
 4th priest. It would be scandalous for so great 
 an Assembly not to see her penitent ! 
 
 1st priest. It is necessary to show Jeanne to the 
 people. Many of the townsfolk are repeating that 
 she has died under the Torture — unrepentant. 
 2nd priest. How malicious! How shameful! 
 [The Priests' voices are hushed as the Door on 
 R. is heard opening and another Priest, 
 loiseleur, enters the Chamber.] 
 loiseleur. [In a warning voice.] Monseigneur 
 is here — he is indisposed. He would be alone. 
 
 [The Door on L. is heard opening and the 
 black shadows of the Priests, move and dis- 
 appear from the chamber.] 
 [Enter the Bishop from R., attended by an 
 ecclesiastical Servant carrying a flambeau. 
 At a sign from monseigneur the Servant 
 places the flambeau in a socket on the far 
 side of the table and disappears, shutting the 
 Door L. behind him. monseigneur seats 
 himself in the chair and supports his head 
 on his hand. A silence.] 
 
act iv] JEANNE D'ARC 49 
 
 loiseleur. [Softly.] Monseigneur desires — ? 
 [A silence, loiseleur begins to steal away 
 softly, when the Bishop raises his head sud- 
 denly and says:] 
 
 the bishop. It is ingratitude! After my 
 efforts ! It is base. 
 
 [loiseleur stands in respectful silence. The 
 Bishop suddenly rises and paces the floor.] 
 
 the bishop. What have I not done, Master 
 Nicolas? I would satisfy justice. But justice has 
 its limits. If these English had not confidence in 
 me, why did they place Jeanne in my hands? 
 Why? She is no common heretic. To charge me 
 with delay, with favouring Jeanne! with unneces- 
 sary procedure ! 
 
 loiseleur. [Feigning surprise.] It is incredi- 
 ble, Monseigneur! 
 
 the bishop. On the Church they have thrown 
 the whole responsibility. But the Church is not 
 their beast of burden. Did I not warn them, "All 
 the forms must be adhered to. I cannot be a party 
 to any violation of form." The woman is notori- 
 ously heretical, but she has been countenanced by 
 her King ! by His Grace of Reims. She is a proven 
 impostor, but one must not pursue her with intem- 
 perate hostility. 
 
 loiseleur. Indeed no, Monseigneur. 
 
 the bishop. [Stopping in his walk and sud- 
 denly clasping his hands to his breast.] Enough! 
 This is weakness! One must think only of the 
 Church, and do what is right. And you, you have 
 laboured with zeal, Master Nicolas. [He gives him 
 his hand to kiss.] We shall not forget your 
 service. And now! This accursed woman? How 
 is she disposed? 
 
 loiseleur. Her apprehensions day and night 
 E 
 
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 destroy her rest, Monseigneur. In her sleep she 
 starts and trembles, calling upon her Saints. 
 
 the bishop. [Musing.] It is strange — this 
 constancy to evil that will not let even her suffer- 
 ings be assuaged. 
 
 loiseleur. Yet her spirit hourly grows more 
 subject to her body's weakness. Our promises 
 work subtly within her mind. 
 
 the bishop. What we have promised her ! Our 
 promises. [He takes a step or two in thought] 
 It is best that she should keep this hope. 
 
 loiseleur., [Softly.] Till her awakening? 
 
 the bishop. [Not paying heed: his voice rising 
 higher and higher.] It is imperative that Jeanne 
 recant her heresy and abjure her Visions to-mor- 
 row, before the multitude ! [He repeats insistently 
 and angrily, to loiseleur.] It is imperative— im- 
 perative, Master Nicolas — and — that all Christen- 
 dom should know that Jeanne has denied her King. 
 I say it is imperative. [He pauses for a reply, m. 
 loiseleur murmurs low assent. The Bishop adds 
 inconsequently while waving his hand abruptly.] 
 The English still demand this woman's death. 
 [loiseleur is silent.] They ask her death! But 
 she must abjure. [He approaches loiseleur very 
 closely, and stares hard at him. Suddenly the 
 Bishop breaks off at a tangent, talking rapidly.] 
 Never has a heretic received such warning, such 
 ministration, such patient hearing, such spiritual 
 counsel! Never before! Never have so many 
 upright and noble Churchmen come together and 
 applied themselves so ardently, so zealously to the 
 task of an heretic's redemption. And never have 
 such devout prayers — [He breaks off gloomily.] 
 She is obdurate! Nothing can change her heart! 
 [Suddenly with wrath.] She has defied me ! [He 
 stares hard at loiseleur.] 
 
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 loiseleur. .[In a monotonous tone.] Our 
 promises, Monseigneur? 
 
 the bishop. [Rapidly.] If promises can lead 
 her to contrition, do not withhold them. [He re- 
 peats twice in louder and louder tones:] Do not 
 withhold them! Do not withhold them! [He 
 takes a few steps and turns and says:] What their 
 performance may profit her, shall be examined in 
 due season. [He goes towards the Door on R., 
 turns, comes hack a few steps and says impressive- 
 ly:] Do what is fitting and right. 
 
 [Exit.] 
 [loiseleur walks slowly to the table and extin- 
 guishes the flambeau. A pause. Then 
 whispering is heard. Then a pause. The 
 Door leading into the Prison Chamber opens 
 and jeanne is seen, by the light of a flam- 
 beau carried by an English Soldier, entering 
 the room noiselessly. She is very weak and 
 her steps falter. She looks round the room 
 and pauses. Then she advances feebly to 
 the table and there supports herself. The 
 Soldier, motioning her to silence, retires with 
 the light, the way he has come. The Door 
 creaks, jeanne is heard murmuring in 
 prayer in the darkness.] 
 [Suddenly a Voice is heard, sweet and clear.] 
 the voice. Jeanne ! Jeanne ! 
 jeanne. Who is there ? 
 the voice. A friend. 
 jeanne. How can I know? 
 the voice. I have come to warn you. Your 
 Voices have spoken truth, Jeanne. To-morrow 
 you shall be delivered from your prison. 
 
 jeanne. [Violently shaken by the message.] 
 Delivered ! When ? When ? 
 
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 the voice. But not as you desire it. 
 
 jeanne. [Anguished and bitterly.] You are 
 mocking me ! 
 
 the voice. You shall be delivered on the scaf- 
 fold. To-morrow you will deny your Voices. You 
 will abjure. 
 
 jeanne. [In angry sobs, with bitter disappoint- 
 ment.] No. No. 
 
 the voice. God wills that you shall submit your- 
 self. You shall not endure these men's malice. 
 
 jeanne. [Anguished.] You are juggling! 
 
 the voice. The English will burn you, if you 
 do not submit. Ask to be put in a prison of the 
 Church, with a woman for company. 
 
 jeanne. [Suspiciously.] Who are you to 
 speak thus ? You do not speak like a man. 
 
 the voice. I am a woman. 
 
 jeanne. A woman! Who brought you here? 
 
 the voice. I am Margaret, the wife of the Lieu- 
 tenant of the Bailli. My husband pities you and 
 has bribed the soldiers to let me have speech with 
 you. 
 
 jeanne. [Violently agitated.] A woman! 
 Come close to me ! Let me feel you ! Oh, let me 
 feel you. 
 
 the voice. [Sorrowfully.] I must go. But I 
 will come again. 
 
 jeanne. [Imploringly.] Do not leave me. If 
 you are a woman stay a little while. Do not leave 
 me! 
 
 the voice. I pity you. I must go. 
 
 [A dead silence, jeanne is heard sobbing. 
 Suddenly a light appears at Door on L., by 
 its light loiseleur is seen standing in the 
 chamber, regarding jeanne. jeanne sees 
 him, and starts up, shrieking, with hysterical 
 revulsion.] 
 
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 jeanne. You ! It is you ! Do not come near 
 'me! [She shudders violently.] 
 
 [loiseleur goes to Door L., receives a flam- 
 beau from an Attendant, and fixes it near 
 the table.'] 
 
 loiseleur. [Softly.] Jeanne ! 
 
 jeanne. [Weeping quietly.] It is you! Go 
 away. Leave me ! You torture me ! 
 
 loiseleur. Jeanne, some evil dream has beset 
 you. 
 
 jeanne. I thought it was a woman. She 
 would not stay with me. It was a cheat ! a cheat ! 
 
 loiseleur. [Softly.] The Church would give 
 you a woman to be with you as your companion. 
 
 jeanne. [Harshly and insistently.] I will not 
 abjure my Voices. 
 
 loiseleur. The Church would take you out of 
 this prison, and give you a woman to be always 
 with you. 
 
 jeanne. [Sobbing like an obstinate child.] I 
 will not renounce my King! I will not abjure my 
 Voices ! 
 
 loiseleur. The Church would place you in 
 safety, away from the English.^ 
 
 jeanne. [Inconsequently and femininely to 
 loiseleur.] Why do you hate me so ? How have 
 I injured you? 
 
 loiseleur. [Earnestly.] Jeanne! Do what I 
 advise you. To-morrow, if you do not abjure, the 
 English will burn you. [He touches jeanne's 
 bosom with a sudden greedy impulse.] 
 
 jeanne. [Shuddering.] Do not touch me! 
 Do not touch me ! I fear you. [She weeps.] 
 
 [loiseleur does not resent her action. He 
 stands before her, his head hanging down, 
 lost in gloomy thought.] 
 
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 loiseleur. [Slowly.] No one can save you, 
 now, but yourself, Jeanne. It is not in any man's 
 power. You must do as the Church orders you, 
 nothing else. You must obey Monseigneur, 
 scrupulously in all things. [He looks round appre- 
 hensively.] You must beware of every man, of 
 every word spoken, of all that may tempt you. 
 You must listen to no one — to no one's promises. 
 [In a sharp whisper.] It is useless. You must 
 abjure. 
 
 jeanne. [Turning her head wearily from side 
 to side.] I can endure no more. 
 
 [Curtain.] 
 
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 Scene II. After the Recantation. May 24th, 
 
 H3i- 
 
 [Ante Chamber to Jeanne's Prison Chamber, as 
 before, m. minier is seated disconsolately on the 
 bench. Two English Guards with lances, are 
 posted conspicuously at the entrance on L. to the 
 Prison Chamber.] 
 
 [Enter jean massieu, by staircase on R.] 
 massieu. [Panting.] Ah! these stairs! [See- 
 ing minier.] You! you are all of you before me. 
 How is she now? 
 
 minier. [Disconcertedly.] They will not let 
 me enter. 
 
 massieu. What? Come! Come! 
 minier. [Shaking his head.] I could make no 
 impression on these brutal men. And yet the 
 other Doctors have passed in and are inside. I 
 could not catch up with Brother Thomas in time. 
 massieu. [Shaking his head.] I knew that 
 something bad would happen. I will try. 
 
 [massieu goes to the Door on L. and attempts 
 
 to pass through, when he is repulsed and 
 
 roughly thrust back by the two Soldiers. 
 
 He expostulates. They address him harshly 
 
 and thrust him back again with their hands. 
 
 He returns to minier, crestfallen.] 
 
 massieu. [Sitting down on the bench, much 
 
 upset.] They have had their orders. [He shakes 
 
 his head.] A very bad sign ! 
 
 minier. These English, all of them, are enraged 
 at Jeanne's being admitted to penitence. They 
 made sure of burning her to-day. How they 
 mocked and howled at her in the cart! 
 
56 THE TRIAL OF [act iV 
 
 massieu. They are barbarians, these Godons — 
 brutes! devoid of faith. So you were on the 
 scaffold? I did not see you there. 
 
 minier. Yes, at the back. I could see well 
 enough, but could hear little. And the hubbub was 
 deafening' ! 
 
 massieu. Terrible, terrible! And the stones! 
 Showers of them ! 
 
 massieu. [He stretches out his arms.] Eigh! 
 What a day ! What a rabble ! What a concourse ! 
 My ribs were squeezed sorely in the crowd. [Feel- 
 ing himself.] I am bruised all over. 
 
 minier. God has given you great courage, my 
 Brother. I was watching you while you stood up 
 beside Jeanne, arguing with Master William! 
 What a day! [Piously.] But let us give God 
 thanks that Jeanne has abjured and saved her body 
 from the fire. 
 
 massieu. [Grunting.] Eh? 
 
 minier. I speak of her salvation. 
 
 massieu. You are very positive. She is in the 
 hands of her enemies. 
 
 minier. [Anxiously.] What is going to hap- 
 pen now? 
 
 massieu. [Indicating the Soldiers.] Ask them! 
 Did you think these English were going to let the 
 Maid slip out of their clutches? The poor child! 
 Did you not hear her crying out in the cart, "Now 
 you Churchmen, take me to your prison." 
 
 minier. Did she? Did she? 
 
 massieu. She cried out thrice to Monseigneur, 
 "Let me no longer be in the hands of the English," 
 she thought she was not coming back here again. 
 Poor lamb! [He wipes his eyes with his sleeve.] 
 
 minier. I heard my Lord of Avranches say to 
 Monseigneur on the platform, "Jeanne should be 
 placed in the keeping of the Church." 
 
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 massieu. What said Monseigneur? 
 
 minier. He said, "By and by." "Have patience." 
 
 massieu. By and by! [He spits on the 
 ground.] Eh, eh! [He sighs.] We shall see. 
 
 minier. [Piteously.] Can we do nothing? 
 
 massieu. We can pray for her. 
 
 minier. [Apprehensively looking round.] What 
 do you fear exactly? 
 
 massieu. [In his ear.] No one dare say any- 
 thing, [minier nods assent.] And if they have 
 given orders to exclude us, they will spare her 
 nothing. Besides — 
 
 minier. [Nervously.] Yes, yes. Go on. 
 
 massieu. These English soldiers are so supersti- 
 tious that they think bad luck will follow 
 them so long as Jeanne is alive. So — [He nods 
 significantly.] 
 
 minier. Alas ! Alas ! 
 
 [Enter m. grouchet abruptly from the Prison 
 Chamber. He is making for the opposite 
 Door, not noticing massieu and minier, 
 who rise and call to him.] 
 
 minier. Master Richard. Master Richard. 
 [grouchet faces them, and recognizing them, 
 comes slowly towards the bench.] 
 
 minier. [Impatiently.] Well, what is going 
 on? [Suddenly.] You are weeping! 
 
 grouchet. [In a voice choked with emotion.] 
 No, no! [He swallows hard to keep back his 
 tears.] Well, you too, would weep to see her now. 
 They have put her in irons again ; so gentle, so firm 
 in her Christian humility! [He weeps.] One 
 would think it would have touched even them. 
 
 massieu. [Swearing loudly.] By my Staff! 
 She is a brave girl. 
 
 minier. [Glancing at the Soldiers.] ' H'sh! 
 
58 THE TRIAL OF [act iv 
 
 Have they shaved her head and given her a 
 woman's dress? 
 
 grouchet. Yes. They are praying with her, 
 expounding unto her that most mercifully she has 
 been pardoned and restored to the bosom of the 
 Church. [He crosses himself.] It overcame me. 
 I could not stay any longer. [He weeps again.] 
 
 massieu. [Gruffly.] Yes, yes. We know all 
 about that. 
 
 grouchet. [Despondently.] It seems to me 
 that I have seen her for the last time. 
 
 massieu. [Much affected by his feelings.] My 
 little Maid! I have seen nothing in her but what 
 is good and pure. I shall return and take counsel 
 with my Lord of Avranches. He is a good and 
 holy man and may Jesus Christ forgive me, a sinner ! 
 [He kneels and says a short prayer, minier and 
 grouchet stand aside, talking.] 
 
 minier. [Straining his ears.] H'st, h'st, there 
 are voices! [He goes to the Staircase Door and 
 then turns and beckons to the others.] Come 
 quickly! It is the English Earl. 
 
 [massieu rises from his knees, and the three 
 Priests go out hurriedly, ascending the 
 Staircase. Enter the earl of Stafford by 
 Staircase from below and afterwards the 
 earl of Warwick from Jeanne's Chamber. 
 The English Guards draw themselves up and 
 lower the points of their lances respectfully.] 
 
 Stafford. How does she? — now this mockery 
 of abjuration is fresh upon her tongue? 
 
 Warwick. [Pointing to Jeanne's Chamber.] 
 The clerics pray with her, exhorting her to con- 
 stancy. But by daybreak, you shall see her again 
 impenitent, beating her hands and wailing. 
 
 Stafford. [Mockingly.] What new miracle 
 shall lead her spirit in the night? 
 
act ivj JEANNE D'ARC 59 
 
 Warwick. If she relapse, the Church will cast 
 her off, abandoning her utterly. We await the 
 moment. [He speaks menacingly and darkly, indi- 
 cating the English Soldiers.] This sottish Grey 
 who guards her pillow shall cry "hola" to these 
 fellows and slip the leash and she shall drink their 
 greasy breaths. 
 
 Stafford. But outrage will smell vile. 
 Warwick. [Grimly.] No need for outrage nor 
 gallows after. If varlets grow uproarious in their 
 cups, and thumb her woman's robe, she'll take again 
 her mannish dress. There can be no place for 
 mercy then. Wait but the day-break. The night 
 shall show forth her impenitence. [Turning to the 
 English Guards.] Attend us! 
 
 [Exeunt the Earls, attended by the Guards, by 
 
 Staircase descending.] 
 [The curtain is lowered and raised again at 
 once slowly to indicate the passing of some 
 hours. The Stage is darker, capel appears 
 from Jeanne's Chamber, watching the Stair- 
 case at L., where a Voice is heard singing. 
 He disappears as Lieutenaint john grey 
 appears half -drunk, at Staircase Entrance.] 
 john grey. [Singing.] 
 I know a draught of merry-go-down! 
 The best it is in all this town, 
 But yet would I not for my gown, 
 My Husband it wist, Ye may me tryst ! 
 [He sits down on the bench and tries to pull off his 
 boots.] Norman fare, salted fish and wry looks! 
 [He calls.] Capel! hola. Capel! 
 [Enter capel.] 
 john grey. Here varlet, pull off my boots. 
 [capel kneels down and begins pulling off 
 john grey's boots.] 
 
60 THE TRIAL OF [act iv 
 
 john grey. How goes the witch. Is she 
 bedded ? 
 
 capel. Aye, Zur. 
 
 john grey. Put her hose in a bag! saith he. 
 Loo at her! Scut! Scut! [He gesticulates as 
 though he were setting dogs on a hare. He 
 ponders.] He threw a seven, Capel, a plaguey 
 seven! and I threw a nine. He looked at me like 
 a sick goat. Pay me now, I said, you stockfish! 
 Pay me now, and comb the nits out of your hair. 
 [He bursts out laughing.] Comb the nits out of 
 your hair ! And he paid me seven pieces from his 
 pouch. [He strikes capel on the shoulder.] 
 Speak! Answer me, Sirrah! How does the little 
 shepherdess ? 
 
 capel. [With a grin.] Her's praying. 
 
 john grey. [With drunken solemnity.] Pray- 
 ing. [He Crosses himself.] We must all go be- 
 fore God and answer for our sins. Praying! 
 God's wounds! shan't pray, she shan't pray or we 
 shall be hag-ridden. She's the devil's dam! 
 [Excitedly.] They say she stood on a hillock with 
 the devil and they shot Glansdale with an arquebus 
 bolt. God sink her ! You oaf. [He shakes capel 
 by the shoulder.] May the fiend strangle me if I 
 don't spit on her face. I will. [He gets up threat- 
 eningly.] I'll do it. [Suddenly.] What's the day 
 of the week? is it Thursday? 
 
 capel. Friday, Zur. , 
 
 john grey. [Warningly.] Never talk of 
 witches on a Friday. [He crosses himself.] I'll 
 do what he said. "Put her hose in a bag." [He 
 throws up his arms.] Loo at her lads, loo at her ! 
 I'll — [Leering.] Aye. [To capel.] Fetch me a 
 sack. 
 
 capel. A sack, Zur ? 
 
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 john grey. Aye, a sack, you capon! — Capel, 
 what's your name. [He laughs.] Is Braddock 
 with her ? 
 
 capel. He be, Zur. 
 
 john grey. [Mimicking him.] He be! You 
 oaf, begone and call him hither. 
 
 [Exit CAPEL.] 
 
 john grey. [Pondering and scowling.] I'll 
 prove if she be a virgin. I'll do it — whether she 
 squeal or no. [Nodding his head cunningly.] 
 But they shan't see me do it. [He slaps his thigh.] 
 I'll put a cheat on them. [He laughs harshly.] 
 
 [Enter braddock from R.] 
 Is the Maid shackled? 
 
 braddock. Aye, Sir. 
 
 john grey. Who watches with her to-night? 
 [Enter capel with a sack.] 
 
 braddock. I, Sir, with Parthenick and Capel. 
 
 john grey. [With owlish sententiousness.] 
 Now, mark me. You may sing to-night, you three, 
 over your cups, not roaringly, but so-so. And if 
 she lie quiet and close, twitch off her headgear, and 
 tell her, tell her — Maids need no wrappings when 
 they lie in the bed. Cry her to sport with you — 
 but wrong her not, you fellows, or [He touches his 
 sword. He hiccups.] You mark me? 
 [He takes the sack from capel.] 
 
 braddock and capel. Command us. 
 
 john grey. [Menacingly.] No violence! Go 
 you now to supper. I'll — [With a leer.] — speak 
 with her. And varlets, say I bid the sergeant 
 double your liquor this night's watch. 
 
 [Exeunt capel and braddock.] 
 
 John grey. [Jeeringly.] So, so! [He goes 
 to a recess in the wall, and brings out a bundle of 
 clothes. He unties it and holds up a jerkin, a short 
 
62 THE TRIAL OF [act iv 
 
 tunic and hose, all black.] Aye. She a virgin! 
 
 He laughs derisively.] No more than I am! 
 
 He stuffs the clothes into a sack.] I'll cuddle her, 
 
 '. '. say. I'll see whether she be not flesh and blood. 
 
 He pauses, then speaks with drunken wisdom.] 
 
 '. !'ll prove her in the dark. 
 
 [Exit on R.] 
 [A pause. Then Jeanne's voice is heard, at 
 intervals, calling piteously. Help! help! 
 To me! To me! Help! Help! To me! 
 Her voice dies away.] 
 [Re-enter john grey, without the sack. He 
 is shaking his head and is agitated and 
 sobered.] 
 john grey. I'll have no hand in it — I'll not do 
 it. No, no more. I'll do it at none of their bid- 
 dings. [He shakes his head continually as though 
 to rid himself of some impression.] Let them 
 force her. [He looks back apprehensively.] They 
 may board other maids, but not her. [A sound of 
 a woman's weeping is heard. He listens intently 
 and tiptoes back to the door R., to listen. Sud- 
 denly.] And if she be a holy maid — [He crosses 
 himself.] It was the liquor that prevailed on me. 
 [He drops on his knees. Jeanne's weeping is 
 heard.] Sancta Maria! [He shakes his head.] 
 But I did not foul her, I did but lay my hand on 
 her. 
 
 [Curtain.] 
 
 Scene : [Curtain rises immediately on Jeanne's 
 Prison Chamber, jeanne is lying shackled on her 
 bed. A dim light burns. A Silence broken by 
 jeanne moaning.] 
 
 jeanne. Mother of God! Holy Mary! May 
 I keep my uncorrupted body safe! [She strains 
 
act iv J JEANNE D'ARC 63 
 
 her ears to listen.] Are they there — ? [ She bursts 
 into sobs.] My Saints, my Saints, if ye defend me 
 not, how shall I save myself from- these men? 
 [She rises with difficulty and kneels on the bed.] 
 Oh, St. Catherine, good St. Catherine, I love you, 
 I love you. Succour me again, sweet |St. Michael ! 
 Oh! my Lord! have pity. [She prays silently for 
 a little while. Then in a voice of sharp anguish, 
 she cries:] Ah! it was because I denied you, my 
 Saints! because I was afraid of burning in the 
 fire — . Because I abjured you, my Voices and let 
 them persuade me to renounce you, my King. 
 [She is silent and then she cries in a rapt voice.\ 
 Jesu! Is it so? Must I then burn in the fire? 
 Oh ! I will be strong. I will be strong. I will not 
 deny you. I choose. I choose. My Saints! be 
 near me, when they put me in the fire. [A Vision 
 appears to her which is invisible to the Audience.] 
 Look! the Light! There — they raise their faces. 
 O sweet Odour! — They bend their heads to me! 
 they smile. They are beckoning — Daughter of 
 God, they call ! Jesus ! I come — I come — ! [She 
 falls down and loses consciousness and then, raising 
 herself, says in a suffering and wandering voice?] 
 Where am I? They were here — It is all black. 
 They are gone. They are gone ! 
 
 [Curtain.] 
 
64 THE TRIAL OF [act iv 
 
 Scene III. The Bishop's Triumph. May 28th, 
 
 [jeanne's Prison Chamber, as before, jeanne 
 still shackled, is sitting on a bench with her head 
 bent. She is in her man's dress, jerkin, short tunic 
 and hose, with a hood covering her newly-shaved 
 head: when she raises her head her face is seen to 
 be wet with tears and swollen and distorted with 
 suffering. Two English Guards are keeping watch 
 on her.] 
 
 [Enter the Bishop, attended by beaupere, 
 estivet, courcelles, erard, maurice and 
 grouchet. They cross to the bench and 
 stand before jeanne, but she remains 
 motionless. The attitude of the Priests 
 ('maurice and grouchet excepted) is one of 
 professional gravity, triumph and curiosity.] 
 the bishop. Jeanne. [A pause.] Jeanne. 
 Attend to our words. 
 
 jeanne. [Lifting her head.] Why have you 
 come ? Now ? 
 
 the bishop. Tell us, Jeanne, why you have 
 taken again a man's dress. 
 
 jeanne. Because one of these English tried to 
 force me, and it is not right I should wear a 
 woman's dress among them. 
 
 the bishop. But you have promised and sworn 
 on your oath not to wear it again. 
 
 jeanne. [Wearily.] I never meant to swear 
 that. 
 
 the bishop. [Sternly.] Answer me, why have 
 you taken it again ? 
 
 jeanne. [With flashing eyes.] Because you 
 
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 have broken your promise ! You swore to me that 
 I should go to Mass; that I should receive my 
 Saviour, and that I should be set free from this 
 prison and these English. 
 
 the bishop. Did not you swear solemnly never 
 to resume this dress? Did you not abjure? And 
 now you have taken it again. 
 
 the four priests. [Solemnly.] Jeanne, you 
 swore by God's Holy Word. You have broken your 
 oath! 
 
 jeanne. [Giving way suddenly in her misery, 
 and breaking into sobs, like a sick girl.] I would 
 rather die than be kept any longer in these irons, 
 among these men. But if you will let me go to 
 Mass, and take off these irons, and put me in a 
 proper prison with a woman for company, I will 
 be good and do what the Church tells me. 
 
 [A pause, courcelles whispers to the Bishop 
 who nods his head sagaciously.] 
 
 jeanne. [Continuing to sob.] You ought to 
 have given me a woman to be with -me, then I 
 should have been safe from these men. 
 
 the bishop. [Insinuatingly.] Jeanne, since 
 you recanted, have the Voices come to you again? 
 
 jeanne. [Sobbing.] Yes. Many times. 
 
 the bishop. What did they say? 
 
 jeanne. God has sent word to me by St. 
 Catharine and St. Margaret that it is sore pity I 
 abjured — that by saving my life I shall damn my 
 soul. 
 
 grouchet. [Starting forward and touching 
 jeanne, imploringly.] Jeanne! Jeanne! 
 
 the bishop. [Angrily.] Be silent, Master 
 Richard. 
 
 grouchet. [Earnestly turning to the Bishop.] 
 Monseigneur — her brain is affected by fever. 
 
66 THE TRIAL OF [act iv 
 
 the bishop. [With deep anger.] Be silent or 
 leave us. [To jeanne.] Did not your Voices 
 give you counsel before you abjured? 
 
 jeanne. [Weeping Utterly.] Ah yes, on the 
 night before, my Voices did indeed tell me what 
 would happen, and what I did. 
 
 the bishop. Do you persist in saying still that 
 you are sent by God ? 
 
 jeanne. [Vehemently and in tears.] If I said 
 that God has not sent me I should damn myself. It 
 is the truth that God has sent me. 
 
 the bishop. [With oily piety.] Do not 
 blaspheme. 
 
 jeanne. [With inspiration.] It is the truth. 
 My Voices have said to me since, "Thou hast sinned 
 grievously in recanting and abjuring thy acts." 
 
 the bishop. [Lifting his hands.] What! Do 
 you retract now your abjuration? 
 
 jeanne. If I recanted, then it was through fear. 
 If I did abjure my Saints, it was only through fear 
 of being burnt. 
 
 grouchet. [Groaning in his distress.] Oh ! my 
 unfortunate child! 
 
 [At a sign from the Bishop, maurice takes 
 grouchet aside and remonstrates with him.] 
 
 the bishop. [Cruelly.] And are you not 
 afraid now of being burnt ? 
 
 jeanne. [With intensity.] I would rather die 
 now than suffer any longer the torture of this 
 prison. [She weeps.] 
 
 the bishop. [Piteously.] You are relapsed, 
 Jeanne. The Church abandons you. You have 
 willed your own death. 
 
 jeanne. [Proudly, through her tears.] Bishop, 
 in spite of all you have forced me to recant I have 
 done nothing against God, and nothing against the 
 
act iv] JEANNE D'ARC 67 
 
 Faith. I did not know what was in the paper you 
 made me sign. [Sobbing.] I did not intend to 
 revoke anything, except what God willed. [She 
 hides her face in her hands.] 
 
 beaupere. [Triumphantly shaking his head 
 over her.] She is utterly confused, Monseigneur. 
 She does not know what she is saying. 
 
 erard. [Professionally.] It is the devil that is 
 striving to regain possession of her. She does not 
 even know what she wishes. 
 
 maurice. [Devoutly and much moved.] She 
 is in a mood for penitence. O, grant that she re- 
 ceive thy pardon, O Christ, for all her errors. 
 
 the bishop. [Turning sharply from maurice to 
 jeanne.] There is no pardon now for you, 
 Jeanne, on earth. That is over. You are relapsed. 
 
 jeanne. [Wearily.] Why do you torment me ! 
 I know well what I have said. 
 
 the bishop. [Triumphantly to the Priests.] 
 She has declared everything! She has relapsed, 
 tempted again by her sorceries. We must go for- 
 ward as the law commands. 
 
 [The Priests lift their hands and bow their 
 heads in token of acquiescence. As mon- 
 seigneur is turning to go out, enter the earl 
 
 OF WARWICK.] 
 
 Warwick. [Advancing and glancing at jeanne 
 with a smile.] Monseigneur, is all well? 
 
 the bishop. [Eagerness showing through his 
 priestly blandness.] It is done! 
 
 [While Warwick and the Bishop talk together, 
 
 grouchet approaches the Assessors grouped 
 
 together.] 
 
 grouchet. [Timidly and deprecatingly.] It 
 
 seems to me, indeed, that Jeanne is not of sound 
 
 mind. 
 
68 THE TRIAL OF [act iv 
 
 beaupere. [Triumphantly.] Ah! she knows 
 well what she is saying. 
 
 erard. [Gravely.] She is in mortal sin. She 
 is past earthly mercy. 
 
 estivet. [Maliciously.] Come, come, Master 
 Richard, you yourself look over-wrought. 
 [grouchet turns away in agitation.] 
 Warwick. [To the Bishop.] So be it. On 
 Wednesday. At the ninth hour. 
 
 the bishop. So be it. [Taking leave of 
 Warwick.] Farewell! Farewell! my Lord. Be 
 of good cheer. 
 
 [Exeunt Bishop, attended by all the Priests. 
 Warwick stands in silence regarding 
 jeanne, and approaches her some steps. 
 jeanne lifts her head and fixes him with 
 intent eyes. Warwick lowers his eyes, and 
 retires softly from the Chamber.] 
 
 [Curtain.] 
 
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 ACT V. 
 
 The Burning. 
 
 Scene I. The Morning of the Execution. May 
 20th, 1431. 
 
 [jeanne's Prison Chamber. Time, 6 a. m. 
 jeanne, asleep in her bed, is watched by the Physi- 
 cian, m. tiphaine, and an English Soldier. Both 
 men rise as m. maurice and loiseleur enter the 
 Chamber.] 
 
 tiphaine. S'sh! Speak softly. She has only 
 now fallen asleep. 
 
 maurice. [Solemnly.] We are come to wake 
 her. It is time now for her to think only of her soul 
 lest she burn in the everlasting fire. 
 
 tiphaine. She has lain struggling in the dark 
 hours. Give her yet some moments' rest. 
 
 maurice. Her hours for prayer are passing 
 swiftly. Now she must beseech God to have mercy 
 on her sins. 
 
 eng. soldier. ' You have prayed with her, 
 Master Priests, day in and day out these many 
 months and now you are bringing the Maid to the 
 fire. 
 
 loiseleur. " [Sardonically.] At harvest-tide, my 
 friend, do you not render thanksgiving? 
 
 e. soldier. [After staring at loiseleur.] 
 Have your will, my Masters ! Wake the Maid and 
 let her hear the cawing of the rooks ! 
 
 loiseleur. [Bending over jeanne and touch- 
 ing her gently.] Jeanne! Jeanne! Waken. It 
 is I. [He looks up disturbed and catching hold of 
 tiphaine' s hand, says in a strange voice.] She has 
 
70 THE TRIAL OF [act v 
 
 a sneer on her face. What new Vision has come to 
 her in the night ? 
 
 tiphaine. [Impatiently.] Hush! She is stir- 
 ring. 
 
 [They watch jeanne. As she wakes she 
 
 stretches out an arm.] 
 
 jeanne. [Half-asleep.] Ah! My arm! Take 
 care, you will break it. [She sits up suddenly in 
 bed.] Who is it? [She yawns.] Why have you 
 come to me? 
 
 Maurice. [Bending near her.] Jeanne, my 
 own very dear friend, I am here to pray with you 
 in this your hour, to exhort you to repent and save 
 your soul from damnation. Repent, O, repent ! My 
 child, hide nothing now from us. So shall your 
 sins be washed away. [He falls on his knees.] 
 
 jeanne. To save my soul ? Oh, it is not to-day. 
 
 maurice. [In a choking voice.] Yes, it is to- 
 day. Soon — very soon. I entreat you, my 
 daughter, to cast away from you all the deceits and 
 vain-glory the Evil One puts into our heart — So 
 that your soul may be saved to praise God for 
 evermore. 
 
 jeanne. [Beside herself.] The fire ! Alas, are 
 you going to burn me ! 
 
 maurice. My child ! 
 
 jeanne. [In horror.] Not to be burnt, not to 
 be burnt, while I am breathing. Alas, that my 
 body, which has always been pure, should become 
 ashes! Horrible! [She shudders.] I would 
 rather be beheaded seven times than be burnt alive. 
 
 loiseleur. [Angrily.] Jeanne, your pain is 
 but for a moment. It will pass. 
 
 jeanne. [Weeping.] Oh! If you had taken 
 me away from these men, as I entreated you, and 
 kept me with you, in your own prison, and not left 
 me among my enemies, this would not be. O God ! 
 
actv] JEANNE D'ARC 71 
 
 I appeal to You, my Judge, to You against all 
 the wickedness they have done me. 
 
 [jeanne covers her head with her hands and 
 rocks herself to and fro.] 
 
 loiseleur. [Dryly.] Put not your trust in 
 Princes ! 
 
 [Enter beaupere and grouchet.] 
 
 loiseleur. Here come our good Brothers to 
 bring you comfort. [He goes to meet the two 
 Priests and says to them in a harsh voice:] Jeanne 
 is awaiting you! The poor child already feels the 
 heat of the fire. 
 
 [The two Priests stare at him in perplexity.] 
 
 beaupere. [After shaking his head dubiously, 
 approaches jeanne and speaks to her in unctuous 
 tones.] Jeanne! See how your Visions and Ap- 
 paritions have deceived you! They promised you 
 deliverance. Now, will you tell us the whole truth ? 
 
 jeanne. Oh! to please you must I abjure 
 again ? Will you not give me the Sacrament ? 
 
 beaupere. [Sternly.] Not unless you tell us 
 the whole truth and confess that it is the Devil who 
 led you astray by these Voices and Visions. Did 
 they not promise to rescue you and have not your 
 Voices deceived you? 
 
 jeanne. Yes. My Voices have promised me 
 deliverance. 
 
 beaupere. [Triumphantly, licking his lips.] 
 Now you see they have lied to you, for there is no 
 deliverance for you, Jeanne ! 
 
 jeanne. [Looking round.] Of my death I 
 know nothing, but what you tell me. 
 
 beaupere. [Coaxingly.] Must not the Appari- 
 tions be wicked and lying spirits since they have 
 brought you to death? 
 
 jeanne. Good or bad, they have comforted me. 
 
72 THE TRIAL OF [actv 
 
 beaupere. [Angrily.] They have destroyed 
 you! They are devilish and lying Voices. Put 
 your trust only in our Mother, the Church, Jeanne, 
 which loves you and which cannot err. Now, tell 
 me, when do these Voices come to you ? 
 
 jeanne. When the Bells ring. 
 
 beaupere. [Beaten.] O Christ! [He shakes 
 his head in despair, throws up his hands and goes 
 aside muttering.] 
 
 maurice. [In tears.] Oh dear, dear child, your 
 obstinacy has brought you to death. Jeanne, you 
 are in mortal sin, and by your unbelief you ally 
 yourself with the enemies of God. Only say you 
 repent your blasphemies and that you do not trust 
 these lying Voices, but abjure them utterly. 
 [A silence.] 
 
 loiseleur. Jeanne, do you forgive your 
 enemies ? 
 
 jeanne. [Clasping her hands.] Oh, I forgive 
 my enemies. Oh, may all those I have injured, 
 forgive me. 
 
 grouchet. [Bursting into sobs.] Oh God, be 
 merciful to this poor, afflicted, forsaken child — 
 
 loiseleur. [Interrupting.] Hist, hist! Here 
 is my Lord of Beauvais. 
 
 [Enter the Bishop, attended by estivet, cour- 
 celles, massieu and minier. The Bishop 
 approaches jeanne and stands before her.] 
 
 the bishop. [Solemnly.] Jeanne, by the Di- 
 vine Mercy — 
 
 jeanne. [Staring at him as though dazed.] 
 Who is it speaking? 
 
 the bishop. We, Pierre — 
 
 jeanne. [Looking at him with moving lips.] 
 It is you — you. [She leans forward, bringing her 
 face closer to his and speaks with extraordinary 
 energy.] Bishop, it is through you I die. 
 
actv] JEANNE D'ARC 73 
 
 the bishop. [Taken aback, with an uneasy, 
 malevolent smile.] Ah ! Jeanne, you die because you 
 have broken your word and returned to evil ways. 
 We wished to save you ; you have cut yourself off 
 in your wicked pride. 
 
 jeanne. [Breaking into sobs.] It was you 
 who broke your promise. You promised to take 
 me out of this prison and give me a woman to be 
 with me — and you left me here among these men. 
 
 the bishop. [With a crafty smile.] Did not 
 your Voices promise to deliver you ? 
 
 jeanne. [Sobbing.] Yes, so they promised. 
 
 the bishop. If they are good Voices, why 
 should they deceive you? 
 [jeanne is silent.] 
 
 the bishop. [Insidiously.] If they came from 
 God? — [He is pleased with himself and smiles 
 with an oily face.] — Surely, Jeanne? 
 
 jeanne. [With overpowering directness.] 
 Bishop. For what you have done to me, I summon 
 you to meet me before God. 
 
 the bishop. [Uneasily.] To meet you — ! 
 Surely, Jeanne — [jeanne is silent.] [Faintly.] 
 I — I — came hoping — to — see — [His voice dies away 
 in his throat. Making a great effort.] I came — I 
 meant — [He suddenly wheels round and stares 
 fixedly at the group of Priests. Extending his arms, 
 he says:] Pray for her ! Pray for her ! 
 
 loiseleur. Monseigneur! She has asked for 
 the Sacrament? [He points towards jeanne and 
 talks with the Bishop.] 
 
 the bishop. [Hurriedly. He does not glance 
 at jeanne.] If she be truly penitent. 
 
 [The Bishop makes his escape hurriedly from 
 the Chamber, followed by all the Priests, 
 except loiseleur.] • 
 
 [Curtain.] 
 
74 THE TRIAL OF [act v 
 
 Scene II. The Old Market Place. May 30th, 
 
 [A Parapet several feet broad, above a lane, run- 
 ning N. E. towards the Old Market-place, and 
 winding N. W. into the Market-place again. On 
 the parapet which abuts onto the tiled roofs of low 
 houses looking into the Place, is standing a Group 
 of people, viz.: — Four townsfolk, one of whom is 
 half-drunk; two women and m. grouchet, minier 
 and tiphaine. They are gazing N. E. A con- 
 fused murmur is heard from the Market-place, as 
 of a great, silent, expectant crowd.] 
 
 townsman 1. What are they waiting for now? 
 
 townsman 2. She is still imploring mercy on 
 her sins. She is beseeching forgiveness from 
 everyone. She is entreating the Priests for 
 Masses. 
 
 woman 1. Look! they are handing her up the 
 Cross from the Church! That stout Priest has 
 brought it to her. Poor thing ! poor little one ! 
 
 townsman 3. They are waiting for her Confes- 
 sion. Folks do say she hasn't confessed everything 
 yet. 
 
 woman 2. Oh! now she is embracing the 
 Cross! she is hugging it to her body. Poor, 
 blessed soul ! 
 
 woman 1. [Breaking into sobs.] Oh! the 
 beasts ! the cruel brutes, how can they ? Have they 
 no pity! 
 
 townsman 1. [Angrily.] Silence, Jeannette! 
 You will get yourself into trouble. It is the holy 
 Bishop and the Priests who have judged the witch. 
 
 woman 2. [Turning on him.] She's no witch! 
 
actv] JEANNE D'ARC 75 
 
 She is a child, a mere slip of a girl. She can't be 
 so very bad. 
 
 woman 1. [Through her angry tears.] Oh! 
 you brutes. All you men ! to be afraid of that poor 
 thing, with her shaved head ! See, the kind Priests 
 are all weeping! They don't want to burn the 
 Maid! 
 
 townsman 1. [Shouting angrily at his wife.] 
 Silence! Don't shout! They will throw you into 
 the Bailli's Prison if they hear you. She's a 
 woman of ill-fame. She's a heretic. 
 
 townsman 2. Poor creature! Who knows 
 why she is being done to death. They say she was 
 sent by an angel to carry the Crown to her King! 
 That's why the English tortured her — to know if it 
 were so. 
 
 townsman 1. It's all lies ! Ask the good Priests. 
 [He turns to geouchet.] Reverend Father, isn't it 
 true that the Bishop tried to save her, but the witch 
 swore that the fire could not harm her? Isn't she 
 an idolater? 
 
 grouchet. [In an agitated voice.] Pray for 
 her, my children, pray for her soul! Give her all 
 your prayers. [He clasps his hands on his breast, 
 and mutters a prayer.] 
 
 townsman 1. Anyway they say her King is 
 marching here with a great army. 
 
 [The murmur of the Crowd grows suddenly 
 louder. The people crane their necks 
 eagerly to see.] 
 
 the three townsmen. [Pointing.] Look at 
 the Sergeants ! Look, look ! They have seized her, 
 they are pushing her towards the cart ! There's the 
 Bailli behind and Master Guesdon. That's the 
 Executioner. Now he's got her ! he's got her ! Ah, 
 poor woman, she's struggling with him. Now they 
 are forcing her into the cart ! 
 
76 THE TRIAL OF [act v 
 
 woman 1. She looks half-dead! The poor 
 lamb ! Oh ! Christ be merciful to her ! 
 
 woman 2. Look at the holy Priests ! They are 
 all hurrying off the scaffold ! They are all weep- 
 ing! They don't want to see her burned! Why 
 didn't they save her ? 
 
 [The fourth townsman, who has been staring 
 
 dumbly all the time at the scene, suddenly 
 
 waves his arms and breaks into excited 
 
 oaths.] 
 
 townsman 4. Ah! the dirty English! Ah, the 
 
 cowardly swine! Down with the Coues! Down 
 
 with them ! [He spits through his iist, insultingy. [ 
 
 the three townsmen. [Turning on him and 
 
 shaking him.] Drunken pig! Be quiet. Shut 
 
 your mouth, or the soldiers will do for all of us ! 
 
 townsman 4. [Struggling with them and 
 shouting loudly.] The brave Godons! Houspail- 
 lies! Houspaillies ! Panches a poy! Panches a 
 poy ! You swine ! 
 
 [The three men overpower him, stretch him 
 
 flat on the parapet and two of them hold him, 
 
 while the third rises and looks round him.] 
 
 the two women. [Excitedly.] Look! Look! 
 
 they're coming this way! round by the Lane! 
 
 They're turning the cart round. — They're driving 
 
 the crowd back. 
 
 the three townsmen. [Craning over the 
 parapet.] Here they come! Here they come! 
 [The noise of the crowd swells much louder, 
 the people seeming to be held back by a 
 barrier of Men-at-arms. Suddenly a clumsy 
 country cart pulled by a horse which is led 
 by a Sergeant appears and creaks down the 
 Lane. Five English Soldiers conduct it. In 
 the cart sits jeanne clothed in a long gown. 
 
actv] JEANNE D'ARC 77 
 
 On her head is a big paper fool's-cap, on 
 which is written — "Heretique, Relapse, 
 Apostate, Ydolastre." In her hands she 
 holds a Cross two feet long, which she kisses 
 longingly. Two Dominican Friars dressed in 
 coarse brown frocks are kneeling before her, 
 praying. Behind the cart walks massieu. 
 The townsmen on the parapet, who have 
 watched breathlessly from above the prog- 
 ress of the cart till it creaks out of sight, now 
 move along the wall towards the N. W., 
 leaving the drunken Townsman sitting up 
 and the Three Priests standing as before. 
 The uproar breaks out again from the Mar- 
 ket-place. ,] 
 the two women. [Moving off weeping.] The 
 brigands ! They'd kill anybody ! A girl like that ! 
 Oh, what a sweet face ! 
 
 townsman 4. [Leaning forward suddenly and 
 then staggering cautiously to his feet.] Blast the 
 Godons ! Blast them, I say. Stinking English 
 dogs ! They hung Master Janot's son — strung him 
 up in a doorway, that they did! And he didn't do 
 anything — not a thing. [To the Priests.] And 
 now they're going to burn the girl ! [He begins to 
 move off after the others.] Pack of wolves — pack 
 of wolves. 
 
 [He staggers off.] 
 grouchet. [Kneeling in prayer.] God forgive 
 us ! Christ defend us ! [He prays.] 
 
 minier. [Weeping and shaking his head. To 
 tiphaine.] Go you forward, Master Jean! and 
 watch what is passing. 
 
 [m. tiphaine goes a little way along the para- 
 pet and craning his neck, calls out what he 
 sees to the two Priests who meanwhile kneel, 
 weeping and praying, for Jeanne's soul.] 
 
78 THE TRIAL OF [actv 
 
 tiphaine. She is mounting the scaffold! It is 
 so high! She is there, high up above the people. 
 Ah! [He groans and looks away.] They are 
 chaining her to the stake ! 
 
 grouchet and minier. [Sobbing together.] 
 Jeanne ! Jeanne ! O Holy Mary, Mother of God, 
 have pity. 
 
 [ jeanne's voice is heard indistinctly and 
 faintly as she calls on her Saints, lamenting 
 and praising God.] 
 
 tiphaine. [Gazing and trembling with pious 
 ecstacy.] O, what penitence! what faith! what 
 blessed and holy contrition! She is calling on the 
 Holy Name of Jesus! She is asking for Holy 
 Water ! Oh ! surely her soul will go back to God. 
 [He weeps.] Oh, I would that my soul were where 
 I believe the soul of that woman will be! [He 
 prays.] 
 
 grouchet. [Groaning.] I dare not look! I 
 dare not listen. What is she calling now ? 
 
 tiphaine. [With streaming eyes.] She is in- 
 voking the Blessed Trinity and the great St. 
 Michael and St. Catherine. Now she is crying to 
 the Glorious and Blessed Virgin! She is beseech- 
 ing the Blessed Martyrs in Paradise. She is 
 entreating her Redeemer ! [He looks away and says 
 in a choked voice:] Oh ! what Faith ! what a happy 
 and blessed Death! [He gases again.] Ah! 
 Brother Isambard has come down from the 
 scaffold. He is standing, holding up the Cross to 
 her!, [He groans.] Oh, oh! They have set fire 
 to the wood. I see the smoke! It is all smoke 
 rising ! Thick, thick ! 
 
 [jeanne's voice is suddenly heard, clearly, in her 
 agony, crying:] Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! 
 
 tiphaine. [Weeping violently and covering his 
 
act v] JEANNE D'ARC 79 
 
 eyes with his hands.'] Oh! I cannot look! It is 
 all flames — mounting. O God, receive her soul! 
 O Jesus Christ, receive her into Paradise! 
 
 [A loud, piercing cry "Jesus!" is heard once 
 more.] 
 
 [Curtain.] 
 
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