Bessy. And can it be, That you can pity her !—when such as we In the dark passage, on the doorway seat, Bessy. A fool were he ! To a brisk young fellow, all the world is free ; Besides, he 's off and gone! Marg. That is not right. Bessy. E'en should she get him, she 's in evil plight; The boys will tear her garland—and yet more, We'll bring cut straw, and spread it at her door. [Exit. Marg. (going to the house). How bitterly I once could rail, If a poor maiden chanced to fail! Not words enough my tongue could frame When speaking of another's shame ; How black it seem'd! and then, howe'er I strove to darken it, it ne'er Seem'd black enough. So proud was I, The sense that I am prey to sin; Yet, everything that to it drove Seem'd naught of guilt! Ah! all was love! RECESS. In a niche of the wall, a devotional image of the Mater Dolorosa; pots of flowers before it. MARGARET sets fresh flowers in the pots. Marg. Mother of many sorrows! deign, oh deign! The sword hath enter'd in thy heart, Thy gaze doth to the Father rise, And to his throne; Thou for His grief dost breathe thy sighs, Who feels-who knows- How fiercely glows The torment that doth pierce me to the bone? How my poor heart, in throbbing, burns ; Ah! how it trembles, how it yearns, Thou knowest-and but thou alone! Where'er-where'er I go, What woe, what woe, what woe Within my bosom here-is stirring, waking! Alas! alas! now scarce alone am I; I weep, I weep, ah! bitterly I cry ; My heart, my very heart is in me breaking. The flower-pots at my window Gather'd these flowers for you. Help! save me from disgrace and death!-incline, Mother of many sorrows! turn thy glance, Thy pitying countenance, Upon this anguish and distress of mine! NIGHT. THE STREET BEFORE MARGARET'S DOOR. VALENTINE (a soldier, MARGARET's brother ). Val. When I sat 'mid a company My elbow on the table—I - Sat quiet in security, To all their boasts and swaggering; Saying, "To every one his taste, But can a maid in all the land With my dear little Margaret stand, Kling, Klang,-round went it merrily; Yet could I never call them liar! Who is 't comes here? who's slinking hither ? If it is he, I'll at him drive ; He shall not leave the spot alive! FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES enter. Faust. How, through the window of the sacristy, The eternal taper's light doth outward gleam! Fainter and fainter grows its sidelong beam, Till darkness closes round it utterly! So seems it as if all were night in me. Meph. And I feel like a cat that amorously A spice of thief-like joy, a little wantonness! The glorious May-day night, that comes again Meph. Yet ought it not your mind annoy, Some pleasure gratis to enjoy! While shine the stars the heavens along, A very masterpiece I'll play her; 66 Why art thou, Catherine, before [He sings to the guitar. A maid he'll let thee in ;-but ne'er "Beware, beware! when the delight If thou dost love thyself-ne'er bless Thy finger bears the ring." Val. (comes forward). Thou cursed rat-catcher! who art thou L |