Margaret. [hiding herself on the bed]
Woe, woe! they come.—To bitter death they call.
Faust. [softly]
Hush! hush! I come to free thee from their thrall!
Margaret. [throwing herself at his feet]
Art thou a man? feel for my hapless plight.
Faust.
Thy cries will wake the watchers of the night!
[He takes hold of the chains to unloose them.
Margaret. [on her knees]