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Now I'll tell thee the graves to give us: Thou must begin to-morrow The work of sorrow!
The best place give to my mother, Then close at her side my brother, And me a little away, But not too very far, I pray!
And here, on my right breast, my baby lay!
n.o.body else will lie beside me!- Ah, within thine arms to hide me, That was a sweet and a gracious bliss, But no more, no more can I attain it!
I would force myself on thee and constrain it, And it seems thou repellest my kiss: And yet 'tis thou, so good, so kind to see!
FAUST
If thou feel'st it is I, then come with me!
MARGARET
Out yonder?
FAUST
To freedom.
MARGARET
If the grave is there, Death lying in wait, then come!
From here to eternal rest: No further step-no, no!
Thou goest away! O Henry, if I could go!
FAUST
Thou canst! Just will it! Open stands the door.
MARGARET
I dare not go: there's no hope any more.
Why should I fly? They'll still my steps waylay!
It is so wretched, forced to beg my living, And a bad conscience sharper misery giving!
It is so wretched, to be strange, forsaken, And I'd still be followed and taken!
FAUST
I'll stay with thee.
MARGARET
Be quick! Be quick!
Save thy peris.h.i.+ng child!
Away! Follow the ridge Up by the brook,
If the grave is there, Death lying in wait, then come!
Over the bridge, Into the wood, To the left, where the plank is placed In the pool!
Seize it in haste!
'Tis trying to rise, 'Tis struggling still!
Save it! Save it!
FAUST
Recall thy wandering will!
One step, and thou art free at last!
MARGARET
If the mountain we had only pa.s.sed!
There sits my mother upon a stone,- I feel an icy s.h.i.+ver!
There sits my mother upon a stone, And her head is wagging ever.
She beckons, she nods not, her heavy head falls o'er; She slept so long that she wakes no more.
She slept, while we were caressing: Ah, those were the days of blessing!
FAUST
Here words and prayers are nothing worth; I'll venture, then, to bear thee forth.
MARGARET
No-let me go! I'll suffer no force!
Grasp me not so murderously!
I've done, else, all things for the love of thee.
FAUST
The day dawns: Dearest! Dearest!
MARGARET
Day? Yes, the day comes,-the last day breaks for me!
My wedding-day it was to be!
Tell no one thou has been with Margaret!
Woe for my garland! The chances Are over-'tis all in vain!
We shall meet once again, But not at the dances!
The crowd is thronging, no word is spoken: The square below And the streets overflow: The death-bell tolls, the wand is broken.
I am seized, and bound, and delivered- Shoved to the block-they give the sign!
Now over each neck has quivered The blade that is quivering over mine.
Dumb lies the world like the grave!
FAUST
O had I ne'er been born!
MEPHISTOPHELES (appears outside)
Off! or you're lost ere morn.
Useless talking, delaying and praying!
