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Ok i really need hel characterising my monologue. here it is:

JOAN. Yes: they told me you were fools [the word gives great
offence], and that I was not to listen to your fine words nor trust
to your charity. You promised me my life; but you lied [indignant
exclamations]. 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 no hardship to drink water if
the water be clean. Bread has no sorrow for me, and 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 damp darkness, and keep from me everything that brings
me back to the love of God when your wickedness and foolishness
tempt me to hate Him: all this is worse than the furnace in the
Bible that was heated seven times. I could do without my warhorse;
I could drag about in a skirt; I could let the banners and the
trumpets and the knights and soldiers pass me and leave me behind
as they leave the other women, if only I could still hear the wind
in the trees, the larks in the sunshine, 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 human creature, I know that your counsel is of
the devil, and that mine is of God.