How canst thou dare to turn fond eyes on me?
Know’st thou then, Henry, whom thou com’st to free?
Faust.
Come, come! the night sinks fast; come, follow me!
Margaret.
My mother slept a sleep profound!
I drugged her to’t;
My little babe I drowned!
Was it not heaven’s boon to me and thee?
Thee, too!—’tis thou! I scarce may deem