And yet thou art the same and yet thy looks FAUSTUS. Oh, if thou feelest that 'tis I, come, come. Come, come; the gates are open, only come. MARGARET. I dare not go; there is no help for me. And harder, harassed by an evil conscience. And then, whate'er I do, at last they'll seize me. I will be with thee. FAUSTUS. MARGARET (wildly). Save thy poor child; By the side of the stream, And across the path That leads to the wood; Then turn to the left, And over the plank, He lies in the pond. With the motion of life. His little hands struggle More faintly and faintly, Rescue him! rescue him! Oh, that we once had left yon hill behind! See there, my mother sitting on a stone Icy-cold comes a dead hand on my temples. And her grey head is trembling, and her eyes FAUSTUS. She listens not; Words have no weight with her; there is no way, But forcibly to bear her hence. MARGARET. Touch me not; no, I will not suffer violence: Seize me not with that murderer's grasp; whate'er I did was done for thee, my love. I did Every thing my love asked me, willingly. Day! yes, 'tis day, the last, the judgment-day; The square and street are thronged with crushing thousands; The bell hath sounded; the death-wand is broken ; They bind and blindfold me, and force me on: On to the scaffold they have hurried me ; And now, through every neck of all that multitude FAUSTUS. Oh, that I never had been born! MEPHISTOPHELES (appears at the door). Away, or you are lost; This trembling, and delay, and idle chattering, MARGARET. What shape is that which rises from the earth? 'Tis he, 'tis he, oh, send him from this place; What wants he here? Oh, what can bring him here? Why does he tread on consecrated ground? He comes for me. FAUSTUS. Oh, thou shalt live, my love. Y MARGARET. Upon the judgment-throne of God, I call; MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUSTUS). Come, or I leave thee here to share her fate. MARGARET. Father of heaven, have mercy on thy child. MEPHISTOPHeles. Come she is judged! VOICE (from above). Is saved. MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUSTUS). Hither to me! [Disappears with FAUSTUS. VOICE (from within dying away). Henry! Henry! |