DUNOIS [_with quiet conviction_] Yes: I shall drive them out. They beat us because we thought battles were tournaments and ransom markets. We played the fool while the goddams took war seriously. But I have learnt my lesson, and taken their measure. They have no roots here. I have beaten them before; and I shall beat them again. JOAN. You will not be cruel to them, Jack? DUNOIS. The goddams will not yield to tender handling. We did not begin it. JOAN [_suddenly_] Jack: before I go home, let us take Paris. CHARLES [_terrified_] Oh no no. We shall lose everything we have gained. Oh dont let us have any more fighting. We can make a very good treaty with the Duke of Burgundy. JOAN. Treaty! [_She stamps with impatience_]. CHARLES. Well, why not, now that I am crowned and anointed? Oh, that oil! _The Archbishop comes from the vestry, and joins the group between Charles and Bluebeard._ CHARLES. Archbishop: The Maid wants to start fighting again. THE ARCHBISHOP. Have we ceased fighting, then? Are we at peace? CHARLES. No: I suppose not; but let us be content with what we have done. Let us make a treaty. Our luck is too good to last; and now is our chance to stop before it turns. JOAN. Luck! God has fought for us; and you call it luck! And you would stop while there are still Englishmen on this holy earth of dear France! THE ARCHBISHOP [_sternly_] Maid: the king addressed himself to me, not to you. You forget yourself. You very often forget yourself. JOAN [_unabashed, and rather roughly_] Then speak, you; and tell him that it is not God’s will that he should take his hand from the plough. THE ARCHBISHOP. If I am not so glib with the name of God as you are, it is because I interpret His will with the authority of the Church and of my sacred office. When you first came you respected it, and would not have dared to speak as you are now speaking. You came clothed with the virtue of humility; and because God blessed your enterprises accordingly, you have stained yourself with the sin of pride. The old Greek tragedy is rising among us. It is the chastisement of hubris. CHARLES. Yes: she thinks she knows better than everyone else. JOAN [_distressed, but naïvely incapable of seeing the effect she is producing_] But I do know better than any of you seem to. And I am not proud: I never speak unless I know I am right. BLUEBEARD } [_exclaiming { Ha ha! CHARLES } together_] { Just so. THE ARCHBISHOP. How do you know you are right? JOAN. I always know. My voices— CHARLES. Oh, your voices, your voices. Why dont the voices come to me? I am king, not you.