I saw them with my bodily eyes as clearly as I see you. And when they departed, I used to weep and wish they would take me with them.
I am the drum on which God is beating out his message.
I fear nothing for God is with me!
Even little children repeat that oftentimes people are hanged for having told the truth.
How else would God speak to me, if not through my imagination?
The Maid and her soldiers will have the victory. Therefore the Maid is willing that you, Duke of Bedford, should not destroy yourself.