MARGARET

Were we but only past the hill
There sits my mother upon a stone—­
My brain, alas, is cold with dread!—­
There sits my mother upon a stone,
And to and fro she shakes her head;
She winks not, she nods not, her head it droops sore;
She slept so long, she waked no more;
She slept, that we might taste of bliss: 
Ah I those were happy times, I wis!

FAUST

Since here avails nor argument nor prayer,
Thee hence by force I needs must bear.

MARGARET

Loose me!  I will not suffer violence! 
With murderous hand hold not so fast! 
I have done all to please thee in the past!

FAUST

Day dawns!  My love!  My love!

MARGARET

Yes! day draws near,
The day of judgment too will soon appear! 
It should have been my bridal!  No one tell,
That thy poor Gretchen thou hast known too well. 
Woe to my garland! 
Its bloom is o’er! 
Though not at the dance—­
We shall meet once more. 
The crowd doth gather, in silence it rolls;
The squares, the streets,
Scarce hold the throng. 
The staff is broken,—­the death-bell tolls,—­
They bind and seize me!  I’m hurried along,
To the seat of blood already I’m bound! 
Quivers each neck as the naked steel
Quivers on mine the blow to deal—­
The silence of the grave now broods around!

FAUST

Would I had ne’er been born!

MEPHISTOPHELES (appears without)

Up! or you’re lost. 
Vain hesitation!  Babbling, quaking! 
My steeds are shivering,
Morn is breaking.

MARGARET

What from the floor ascendeth like a ghost? 
’Tis he!  ’Tis he!  Him from my presence chase! 
What would he in this holy place? 
It is for me he cometh!

FAUST

 Thou shalt live!

MARGARET

Judgment of God!  To thee my soul I give!

MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST)

Come, come!  With her I’ll else abandon thee!

MARGARET

Father, I’m thine!  Do thou deliver me! 
Ye angels!  Ye angelic hosts! descend,
Encamp around to guard me and defend!—­
Henry!  I shudder now to look on thee!

MEPHISTOPHELES

She now is judged!

VOICES (from above)

 Is saved!

MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST)

 Come thou with me!

[vanishes with FAUST.]