Faust
Foreboding angel! check thy fear!
Margaret
It so o'ermasters me, that when, Or wheresoe'er, his step I hear, I almost think, no more I love thee then. Besides, when he is near, I ne'er could pray. This eats into my heart; with thee The same, my Henry, it must be.
Faust
This is antipathy!
Margaret
I must away.
Faust
For one brief hour then may I never rest, And heart to heart, and soul to soul be pressed?
Margaret
Ah, if I slept alone! To-night The bolt I fain would leave undrawn for thee; But then my mother's sleep is light, Were we surprised by her, ah me! Upon the spot I should be dead.
Faust
Dear angel! there's no cause for dread. Here is a little phial,if she take Mixed in her drink three drops, ’twill steep Her nature in a deep and soothing sleep.
Margaret
What do I not for thy dear sake! To her it will not harmful prove?
