Margaret

'Tis thou! O say so once again! (embracing him.)

'Tis he! 'Tis he! where's now the torturing pain? Where are the fetters? where the dungeon's gloom? 'Tis thou! To save me thou art come! And I am sav'd!-- Already now the street I see Where the first time I caught a glimpse of thee. There too the pleasant garden shade, Where I and Martha for thy coming stay'd.

FAUST (endeavouring to lead her away,)

Come! come away!