Young Rebellion after being told she is imprisoned for life

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My take on the the \"Perpetual Imprisonment!\" monologue from Joan of Arc by George Bernard Shaw. I have used this monologue for my in person theatre auditions for years and I thought to bring it to my voice over career.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US Midwest- Chicago, Great Lakes)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Perpetual imprisonment. It might not tend to be set free. Light your fire. Do you think I tread it as much as the life of a rat in a whole? My voices were right. Yes. They told me that you were fools and that I was not to listen to your fine words nor trust to your charity. You promised me my life but you lied. You think that life is nothing but not being stone dead. It is not the bread and water. I fear I can live on bread. When have I asked for more? It is not hardship to drink water. If the water be clean, bread has no sorrow for me and in water, no affliction. But to shut me from the light of the sky and the sight of the fields and flowers to chain my feet so that I can never again ride with the soldiers, nor climb the hills to make me breathe foul dimp darkness and keep me from everything that brings me back to the love of God. When your wickedness and foolishness have me to hate him. Oh, this is worse than the furnace in the Bible. That was heeded. Seven times I could do without my warhorse. I could drag a b in a skirt. I could let the banners and the trumpets and the knights and the soldiers pass me and leave me behind as they would. Any other woman. If only I could still hear the wind in the trees, the larks and the sunshine and the young lambs crying through the healthy frost and the blessed blessed church bells that send my angel voices floating to me on the wind. But without these things, I cannot live and by your wanting to take them away from me or from any other human creature, I know that your counsel is of the devil and that mind is of God. His ways are not your ways. He wills that I go through the fire to his bosom for I am his child and you are not fit that I should live among you. That is my final word to you.