Joan Darc (intrepidly looking at her judges)—"My voices said to me it would be criminal to deny the divine inspiration that ever guided me. (Commotion among the judges.) Upon the scaffold my voices said to me: 'Answer that preacher boldly—he is a false priest!' Woe is me, I did not obey my voices!"
The judges remain silent for a moment, and exchange expressive looks.
Thomas of Courcelles—"These words are as rash as they are criminal. After having abjured, you relapse into your damnable errors!"
Joan Darc (in a ringing voice)—"The error lies in lying—by abjuring I lied! What is damnable is to damn one's soul, and I damned it by not maintaining that I obeyed the will of heaven! My voices have reproached me for having abjured."
James Camus—"Thus, after resuming male attire, a capital crime, an unpardonable crime which makes you a relapsed one, revolvistis ad vestrum vomitum—you have returned to your vomit, you dare maintain that those alleged voices—"
Joan Darc—"The voices of my saints—come from God."
Thomas of Courcelles—"On the scaffold you confessed."
Joan Darc—"On the scaffold I was a coward! I lied! I yielded to the feeling of terror!"
James Camus—"At this hour, thinking you no longer need to fear death, you come back to your former declarations."
Joan Darc—"At this hour I maintain that only fear forced me to abjure, to confess the contrary of the truth. I prefer to die, rather than remain in this prison. I have spoken. You shall have not another word from me."