Joan comes before Charles, the Dauphin of France. She tells him that
Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd’s daughter,
My wit untrain’d in any kind of art.
Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleas’d
To shine on my contemptible estate.
Lo, whilest I waited on my tender lambs,
And to sun’s parching heat display’d my cheeks,
God’s Mother deigned to appear to me,
And in a vision full of majesty
Will’d me to leave my base vocation
And free my country from calamity.
Her aid she promis’d, and assur’d success;
In complete glory she reveal’d herself;
And whereas I was black and swart before,
With those clear rays which she infus’d on me
That beauty am I blest with which you may see.
Ask me what question thou canst possible,
And I will answer unpremeditated;
My courage try by combat, if thou dar’st,
And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
Resolve on this: thou shalt be fortunate
If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.
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