Post-first real monologue

Before I tell about the experience with performing my first real monologue ever, here it is, a beautiful piece by George Bernard Shaw from the play Saint Joan.

Yes they told me you were fools!  That I was not to listen to your fine words, nor trust 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 that I fear, for I can live on bread.  When have I ever asked for more?  And it is not a 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 may never ride with the soldiers; nor climb the hills.  To make me breathe cold damp darkness and keep me from every thing that brings me back to the love of God when your foolishness and wickedness 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.