MARGARET
Ay, if the grave's without,—
If death lurk there!
Hence to the everlasting resting-place,
And not one step beyond!—
Thou'rt leaving me?
Oh Henry! would that I could go with thee!
FAUST
Thou canst! But will it!
Open stands the door.
MARGARET
I dare not go! I've naught to hope for more.
What boots it to escape? They lurk for me!
'Tis wretched to beg, as I must do,
And with an evil conscience thereto!
'Tis wretched, in foreign lands to stray.
And me they will catch, do what I may.
FAUST
With thee will I abide.
MARGARET
Quick! Quick!
Save thy poor child!
Keep to the path
The brook along,
Over the bridge
To the wood beyond,
To the left, where the plank is,
In the pond.
Seize it at once!
It fain would rise,
It struggles still!
Save it. Oh save!