  A Prison. Marguerite asleep; Faust. Go! get thee hence! Mep. The morn appears, black night is on the wing. Quickly prevail upon Marguerite to follow thee. The jailer soundly sleeps—here is the key, Thine own hand now can ope the door. Faust. Good! Get thee gone! Mep. Be sure thou tarry not! I will keep watch without. (Exit.) Faust. With grief my heart is wrung! Oh, torture! oh, source of agony And remorse eternal! Behold her there The good, the beauteous girl, Cast like a criminal Into this vile dungeon; Grief must her reason have disturbed, For, with her own hand, alas! Her child she slew! Oh, Marguerite! Mar. (waking). His voice did sure Unto my heart resound. (Rises.) Faust. Marguerite! Mar. At that glad sound it wildly throbs again Amid the mocking laugh of demons. Faust. Marguerite! Mar. Now am I free. He is here. It is his voice. Yes, thou art he whom I love. Fetters, death, have no terrors for me; Thou hast found me. Thou hast returned. Now am I saved! Now rest I on thy heart! Faust. Yes, I am here, and I love thee, In spite of the efforts of yon mocking demon. (Faust attempts to draw her with him.) (She gently disengages herself from his arms.) Mar. Stay! this is the spot Where one day thou didst meet me. Thine hand sought mine to clasp. "Will you not permit me, my fairest demoiselle, To offer you my arm, and clear for you the way?" "No, sir. I am no demoiselle, neither am I fair; And I have no need to accept your offered arm." Faust. What is't she says? Ah me! Ah me! Mar. And the garden I love is here, Odorous of myrtle and roses, Where every eve thou camest in With careful step, as night was falling. Faust. Come, Marguerite, let us fly! Mar. No! stay a moment! Faust. O heav'n, she does not understand! SCENE II.Mephistopheles and the preceding. Mep. Away at once, while yet there's time! If longer ye delay, Not e'en my power can save ye. Mar. See'st thou yon demon crouching in the shade? His deadly glance is fixed on us; Quick! drive him from these sacred walls. Mep. Away! leave we this spot, The dawn hath appeared; Hear'st thou not the fiery chargers, As with sonorous hoof they paw the ground? (Endeavoring to drag Faust with him.) Haste ye, then,—perchance there yet Is time to save her! Mar. O Heaven, I crave thy help! Thine aid alone I do implore! (Kneeling.) Holy angels, in heaven bless'd, My spirit longs with ye to rest! Great Heaven, pardon grant, I implore thee, For soon shall I appear before thee! Faust. Marguerite! Follow me, I implore! Mar. Holy angels, in heaven bless'd, My spirit longs with ye to rest! Great Heaven, pardon grant, I implore thee, For soon shall I appear before thee! Faust. O Marguerite! Mar. Why that glance with anger fraught? Faust. Marguerite! Mar. What blood is that which stains thy hand! Away! thy sight doth cause me horror! (Falls.) Mep. Condemned! Cho. Saved! Christ hath arisen! Christ hath arisen! Christ is born again! Peace and felicity To all disciples of the Master! Christ hath arisen! (The prison walls open. The soul of Marguerite rises towards heaven. Faust gazes despairingly after her, then falls on his knees and prays. Mephistopheles turns away, barred by the shining sword of an archangel.) End of the Opera. |
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