The thronging crowds advance
With bated breath;
No word is spoken;
The squares, the streets,
Cannot contain them all.
The bell doth call,
The staff is broken,
They bind me with cords, they drag me away,
And on the bloody block me lay;
And every trembling eye doth quake
At the blade that is brandished o’er my neck.
Mute lies the world as the grave!
Faust.
O had I ne’er been born!
Mephistopheles. [appearing from without]
Up! or no help can save!
Profitless whining, whimpering, and prating!
Meanwhile my eager steeds are waiting,
Snuffing the scent of the morning air.
Margaret.
What’s that from the floor uprising there?
’Tis he! ’Tis he! O send his hateful face
Away! What seeks he in this holy place?
He comes for me!
Faust.
No! thou shalt live.
Margaret.
Judgment of God! to thee my soul I give.
Mephistopheles. [to Faust]
Come, come! else will I leave you to your fate!
Margaret.
Thine am I, Father! O shut not the gate
Of mercy on me!
Ye angels! ye most holy Spirits! now
Encamp around me! and protect me now!
Henry, I tremble when I think on thee.
Mephistopheles.
She is judged!
Voice. [from above]
Is saved!
