Chorus. Judex ergo cum sedebit, Quidquid latet apparebit. Nil inultum remanebit.
Margery. How cramped it feels!
The walls and pillars
Imprison me!
And the arches
Crush me!—Air!
Evil Spirit. What! hide thee! sin and shame
Will not be hidden!
Air? Light?
Woe's thee!
Chorus. Quid sum miser tunc dicturus? Quem patronum rogaturus? Cum vix justus sit securus.
Evil Spirit. They turn their faces,
The glorified, from thee.
To take thy hand, the pure ones
Shudder with horror.
Woe!
Chorus. Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
Margery. Neighbor! your phial!— [She swoons.]
WALPURGIS NIGHT.[32]
Harz Mountains.
District of Schirke and Elend.