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Behind this dungeon's dripping wall she lies,
Frenzy the crime for which her blood must flow.
Forward, thy cowardice draws down the blow.
MARGARET (within) sings.
Who brought me to light,
Who nursed me in spite.
FAUST (unlocking the door).
MARGARET (hiding herself in the straw on which she lies). Wo, wo! they wake me! bitter fate !
[He seizes the chains to unlock them.
MARGARET (on her knees).
So soon to wake and slay ?
Oh ! let me live till day!
[She stands up
And I am yet so young--so young!
Have I e'er wrong'd thee? why then bind me so ?
Can I have hurt one whom I do not know?
Can I outlive this hour of wo!
Yet let me clasp my only joy,
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 ;
It is the end of an old strain, But never meant me before.
FAUST. He whom you deem'd so far, before you lies, To burst your chains, and give the life you prize.
Oh! raise we to the saints our prayer !
In pitiless wrath,
FAUST (aloud). Margaret ! Margaret !
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, 'Mid the laughter and howls of the fiendish bands; Through the shouts of their malice, their hissings of scorn, How sweetly his voice of affection was borne !
Oh, not so fast'? Time is with you so sweetly past.
FAUST. Haste, Margaret, haste ! . For if thou lingerest here, We both shall pay it dear.
MARGARET. What, thou canst kiss no more !
Away so short a time as this,
And hast so soon forgot to kiss !
Once in those folding arms I loved to lie,
Till, scarce alive, I almost long’d to die ! Those lips are cold, and do not move,
Alas ! unkind, unkind ! Hast thou left all thy love,
Thy former love, behind ?
I am ; come with me.
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 fight? FAUST. Come, come !_I feel the morning breeze's breath.