Come! Follow me, my dearest love, be bold!
I'll cherish thee with ardor thousand-fold;
I but entreat thee now to follow me!
MARGARET (turning toward him)
And art thou he? and art thou really he?
FAUST
'Tis I! Oh come!
MARGARET
Thou wilt strike off my chain,
And thou wilt take me to thine arms again.
How comes it that thou dost not shrink from me?—
And dost thou know, love, whom thou wouldst set free?
FAUST
Come! come! already night begins to wane.