FAUST
'Tis I!
MARGARET
'Tis thou! O, say it once again!
[Clasping him.
'Tis he! 'tis he! Where now is all my pain?
The anguish of the dungeon, and the chain?
'Tis thou! Thou comest to save me,
And I am saved!
Again the street I see
Where first I looked on thee;
And the garden, brightly blooming,
Where I and Martha wait thy coming.
FAUST [struggling to leave]
Come! Come with me!
