'Tis I!
Margaret
'Tis thou! O say so once again!
(embracing him.)
'Tis he! 'Tis he! where's now the torturing pain? Where are the fetters? where
the dungeon's gloom? 'Tis thou! To save me thou art come! And I am sav'd!
Already now the street I see Where the first time I caught a
glimpse of thee.
There too the pleasant garden shade, Where I and Martha for thy coming
stay'd.
Faust
(endeavouring to lead her away)
Come! come away!
Margaret
Oh do not haste!
I love to
linger where thou stayest. (caressing him.)
Faust
Ah haste! For if thou still delayest, Our
lingering we shall both deplore.
Margaret
How, dearest? canst thou kiss no more! So short a time away from me, and
yet, To kiss thou
couldst so soon forget! Why on thy neck so
anxious do I
feel When
formerly a perfect heaven of bliss From thy dear looks and words
would o'er me steal? As thou wouldst
stifle me thou then didst kiss! Kiss me!
Or I'll kiss thee! (She embraces him.) Woe! woe! Thy lips are cold, Are
dumb! Thy love where hast thou left? Who hath me of thy love bereft?
(She turns away from him.)
Faust
Come! Follow me, my dearest love, be bold! I'll
cherish thee with ardour
thousand - fold; I but
entreat thee now to follow me!
Margaret
(turning towards him)
And art thou he? and art thou really he?
Faust
'Tis I! O come!
Margaret
Thou wilt strike off my chain, And thou wilt take me to thine arms again. How
comes it that thou dost not
shrink from me? And dost thou know, love, whom
thou wouldst set free?
Faust
Come! come! already night begins to wane.
Margaret
I sent my mother to her grave, I drown'd my child beneath the wave. Was it
not given to thee and me - thee too? 'Tis thou thyself! I
scarce believe it yet.
Give me thy hand! It is no dream! 'Tis true! Thine own dear hand! - But how
is this? 'Tis wet? Quick, wipe it off! Meseems that yet There's blood thereon.
Ah God! what hast thou done? Put up thy sword, I beg of thee!
Faust
Oh, dearest, let the past forgotten be! Death is in every word.
Margaret
No, thou must
linger here in sorrow! The graves I will describe to thee, And
thou to them must see To -
morrow: The best place give to my mother, Close
at her side my brother, Me at some distance lay But not too far away! And
the little one place on my right breast, Nobody else will near me lie! To nestle
beside thee so lovingly, That was a
rapture,
gracious and sweet! A
rapture I
never again shall prove; Methinks I would force myself on thee, love, And
thou dost spurn me, and back
retreat Yet 'tis thyself, thy fond kind looks I
see.
Faust
If thou dost feel 'tis I, then come with me!
Margaret
What, there? without?
Faust
Yes, forth in the free air.
Margaret
Ay, if the grave's without, - If death lurk there! Hence to the everlasting
resting - place, And not one step beyond! - Thou'rt leaving me? Oh Henry!
would that I could go with thee!
Faust
Thou canst! But will it! Open stands the door.
Margaret
I dare not go! I've
naught to hope for more. What boots it to escape? They
lurk for me! 'Tis
wretched to beg, as I must do, And with an evil conscience
thereto! 'Tis
wretched, in foreign lands to stray; And me they will catch, do
what I may!
Faust
With thee will I abide.
Margaret
Quick! Quick! Save thy poor child! Keep to the path The brook along, Over
the
bridge To the wood beyond, To the left, where the plank is, In the pond.
Seize it at once! It fain would rise, It struggles still! Save it. Oh save!
Faust
Dear Gretchen, more collected be! One little step, and thou art free!
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! 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.)
Voice (from within, dying away)
Henry! Henry!
The End