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SAINT CATHERINE

Melody: "La Glose de Sainte Thérèse" ["Commentary on Saint Teresa"].
 
Seeing your mother cry, poor child, Y
our heart will suffer
And the tears of your old father
Will also make you tremble.
But God sees all your sacrifices.
He will be generous:
Your parents will taste in Heaven 
All of His delights.

JOAN

God is so generous to me, I, too, want to be generous to Him. (Firmly) Yes, I shall leave this place and go chase the foreigners out of France!... All I need is the benediction of my Lord Jesus Christ, and Our Lady's protection.

SAINT CATHERINE

Mary, the Morning Star,
Will guide your steps, dear child,
And her virginal gentleness
Soon will lead your arms
Through brilliant victories.
 
 
 

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When that Star reveals her beauty
Her glories will light you up
With her unspeakable clarity.
You will see without a shadow
That sweet Star
Shine in your eyes,
For ever and ever in Heaven.

JOAN, looking up to Heaven.

But when will I get to see her, that sweet and luminous star?... O, all you beautiful Saints in Paradise! You who have already seen Mary's virginal white splendor, lead me soon near to her (Pause)
Oh! Tell me, I beg you, what brings a Virgin Martyr and a great Queen down from Heaven to comfort a poor little shepherd girl, and show her the joys of Paradise?...

SAINT MARGARET

 Melody: "Seigneur, quand de ma froide couche" ["Lord, When From my Chilly Bed"] to the end.

Do not be surprised
That a Queen should come to see you.
God's sovereign grandeur
Has looked upon your soul.
 

 

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Humility like Mary's
Attracts the Great King's eye.
It is your life's humility
That brings His gaze down upon you.

JOAN

My life is poor and hidden, and I never thought that I could do anything for my dear God. Now, I understand why Our Lord chose to be born in poverty, since humility is so dear to Him.

SAINT MARGARET

Jesus was born in a stable.
Jesus, the Son of the living God
Hid His unspeakable glory
In the form of a little child.
A manger became His throne,
He had no golden scepter.
No one could see a crown
Or anything shining from the outside.
 
The Seraphim could not believe
That God would stoop so low.
They would have liked to crown Him in glory
The great King they had lost.
 

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But the Infant Jesus, wrapped in swaddling clothes,
Rather than the great splendor,
Rather than the ardor of His angels,
Preferred humility!....
 
JOAN

I, too, want to remain always very little and very humble, so that I will be like Jesus, and He will dwell in me.... O beautiful Saints! you who have deigned to call me your sister, watch over me always. With you on my side, I'll fear no danger, but if you abandon me, I'll again become weak and timid like before.

SAINT CATHERINE
She walks up to Joan, kisses her on the forehead and chants:
 
I am your sister and your friend.
Forever I'll watch over you
Since in the Eternal Fatherland
 You'll be placed beside me.
Soon the celestial hills
Where the virginal flock grazes
Will open to you their divine wellsprings
Transparent like a crystal
And in the countryside
With your companions
You will follow the Lamb
Singing the new canticle!...
  

 

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SAINT MARGARET

The hour is already late,
And we must rise again to Heaven.
But do not fear, beloved child,
You'll see us in this place again.
We'll return with Michael the great archangel
 To bring you blessings
And you'll hear that beautiful angel himself
Tell you that you must depart.

 The saints leave. Joan gazes after them, still on her knees.

[Scene 9]

JOAN, alone.

Oh, my God, how powerful You are!... As you order me to save my Fatherland, You have given me a burning love for France. Now my heart has wholly changed and it seems to be on fire!
I know Your will, Lord, and wish to do it, but I do not grasp the details of my mission O Saint Michael! let me hear your voice again, now I no longer fear the sword or the war, and I can bear the vision of your shining face.
Tell me, I beg you, to whom must I turn to learn the art of combat?

[Scene 10] 

  

 

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