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tle away, But not too very far, I pray! And here, on my right breast, my baby lay! Nobody 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 feelest 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 perishing child! Away! Follow the ridge Up by the brook, 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 passed! There sits my mother upon a stone,-- I feel an icy shiver! 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 hast been with Margaret! Woe for my garland! The chances Are over--'tis all in vain! We
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