Faust

Thou wilt awake the jailor with thy cry! (He grasps the chains to unlock them.)

MARGARET (on her knees)

Who, headsman, unto thee this power O'er me could give? Thou com'st for me at midnight-hour. Be merciful, and let me live! Is morrow's dawn not time enough? (She stands up.)

I'm still so young, so young-- And must so early die! Fair was I too, and that was my undoing. My love is now afar, he then was nigh; Torn lies the garland, the fair blossoms strew'd. Nay, seize me not with hand so rude! Spare me! What harm have I e'er done to thee? Oh let me not in vain implore! I ne'er have seen thee in my life before!

FAUST Can I endure this bitter agony?