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 bath 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!