Part 55 (2/2)

(She embraces him.)

Ah, woe! thy lips are chill, And still.

How changed in fas.h.i.+on Thy pa.s.sion!

Who has done me this ill?

(She turns away from him.)

FAUST

Come, follow me! My darling, be more bold: I'll clasp thee, soon, with warmth a thousand-fold; But follow now! 'Tis all I beg of thee.

MARGARET (turning to him)

And is it thou? Thou, surely, certainly?

FAUST

'Tis I! Come on!

MARGARET

Thou wilt unloose my chain, And in thy lap wilt take me once again.

How comes it that thou dost not shrink from me?- Say, dost thou know, my friend, whom thou mak'st free?

FAUST

Come! come! The night already vanisheth.

MARGARET

My mother have I put to death; I've drowned the baby born to thee.

Was it not given to thee and me?

Thee, too!-'Tis thou! It scarcely true doth seem- Give me thy hand! 'Tis not a dream!

Thy dear, dear hand!-But, ah, 'tis wet!

Why, wipe it off! Methinks that yet There's blood thereon.

Ah, G.o.d! what hast thou done?

Nay, sheathe thy sword at last!

Do not affray me!

FAUST

O, let the past be past!

Thy words will slay me!

MARGARET

No, no! Thou must outlive us.

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