And I am yet so young-so young! Have I e'er wrong'd thee? why then bind me so? Let not my woman's voice implore in vain Can I have hurt one whom I do not know? FAUST. Can I outlive this hour of wo! MARGARET. Ah! I am now within thy power; But then they took it from me to annoy, And now they say the mother kill'd her boy. And she shall ne'er be happy more.' That is the song they sing to give me pain; But never meant me before. FAUST. He whom you deem'd so far, before you lies, MARGARET. Oh! raise we to the saints our prayer! For see, beneath the stair, Beneath the door-stone swell The penal flames of hell. The evil one, In pitiless wrath, Margaret! Margaret! FAUST (aloud). MARGARET (starting). That was his voice! [She springs up; her chains fall off] Where is he? for I know 'twas he. None, none shall stay me; I am free! 'Tis to his bosom I will fly, In his embraces I will lie. His Margaret he calls, on the threshold he stands, FAUST. "Tis I. MARGARET. Oh, say it, say it, once again, My friend, my lover! Where is now my pain? I see the church's aisle, the street, FAUST. Haste, Margaret, haste! MARGARET. What, thou canst kiss no more! And hast so soon forgot to kiss! Why are my joys less ardent than they were? Clung to that breast, and deem'd my heaven was there, Alas! unkind, unkind! Hast thou left all thy love, Thy former love, behind? FAUST. Follow me! follow, Margaret! be not slow: MARGARET. And art thou, art thou, he for certain, say? I am; come with me. FAUST. MARGARET. Thou shalt burst my chain, And lay me in thy folding arms again. How comes it, tell me, thou canst bear my sight? Know'st thou to whom thou bring'st the means of flight? FAUST. Come, come !-I feel the morning breeze's breath. MARGARET. This hand was guilty of a mother's death! What hast thou done? Put up thy sword: FAUST. Oh Margaret! let the past be past: MARGARET. No; you must live till I shall trace For my poor mother keep the best: FAUST. Then be persuaded-come with me. MARGARET. To wander with you? FAUST. To be free. MARGARET. To death: I know it-I prepare- The grave, no farther-'tis our journey's end. You part. Oh! could I but your steps attend. FAUST. You can! But wish it, and the deed is done. Ι may not with MARGARET. you: hope for me is none ! How can I fly? They glare upon me still! It is so sad to beg the wide world through, And with an evil conscience too! It is so sad to roam through stranger lands, And they will seize me with their iron hands! FAUST. I will be with you. MARGARET. Quick! fly! Save it, or the child will die! It lifts its head! The bubbles rise! |