Margaret: (Hiding herself in the bed of straw.)

Woe! Woe! It comes. Bitterest Death!

Faust: (Whispering.)

Hush! Hush! It’s I who come, to free you.

Margaret: (Throwing herself down in front of him.)

Are you a man? Then pity my distress.

Faust: Your cries will wake the jailors, too!

(He grasps the chains, to loose them.)

Margaret: (On her knees.)

Who gives the executioner

Such power over me!

At midnight you’re already here.

Let me live, have mercy on me!

Won’t it be soon enough when dawn should come?

(She stands up.)

I’m still so young, so young!

And yet I’ll die!

I was lovely too, that was my

Ruin. My love was near, now he’s gone:

The garland’s torn: the flowers are done.

Don’t grip me, now, so violently!

What harm have I done you? Spare me!

Don’t let me beg for mercy, in vain,

I’ve never