Identifier: tragedyoffaustcl00goetuoft (find matches)
Title: The tragedy of Faust : Clavigo ; Egmont ; and, The wayward lover
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von, 1749-1832 Martin, Theodore, Sir, 1816-1909 Dole, Nathan Haskell, 1852-1935 Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von, 1749-1832 Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von, 1749-1832 Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von, 1749-1832
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Publisher: London : Robertson, Ashford and Bentley
Contributing Library: Kelly - University of Toronto
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ll through the night I coaxed aud stilled it: They took it from me to vex my brain, And now they say, I would have killed it, And never shall I be blithe again. The people, they sing songs about me, To sting me, and flout me. Ah ! they mean me unkindly by it; An old tale ends so. Who bade them apply it ? FAUST (flings himself on the ground). Thy lover here lies prostrate at thy feet,To rend these miserable bonds, my sweet! MARGARET (throios herself by his side). Oh, let us kneel to call upon the saints! Look ! Look ! Under the stair! Under the door there, The fires of hell, They seethe, and they roar there! The fiend within, Furious and fell, Is making a din ! FAUST. Margaret! Margaret! MARGARET (listening). That was my loved ones voice! (She springs up — her fetters fall offWhere is he ? Where ? I heard him call.Im free ! Im free! Let no one tryTo stay me! On his neck Ill fall,Upon his bosom lie ! He called on Margaret! stood there at the doorThrough all hells howling and its roar,
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FAUST 221 Through devilish scoff, and gibe, and groan,I recognised the sweet, the loving tone 1 FAUST. Tis I! -MARGARET. Thou, thou! Oh, say it once again ! (Clasping him.lis he, tis he! Where now are all my pains ?The anguish of the dungeon ? Of the chains ?Tis thou! Thou cornst to rescue me ! Oh, then,Then I am saved. Oh, now againAlong the street I wander free,Where first I met with thee;Am in the cheerful garden, by the gate,Where for thee I and Martha wait. FAUST (trying to force her away).Come with me! Come ! MARGARET. Oh, stay !I like so much to stay, love, where thou stayst. FAUST.Quick, quick, away!Oh, if thou wilt not haste,We shall rue dearly the delay! MAEGARET. Hows this ? Thou canst no longer kiss ? Parted from me so short a time, and yet Thou couldst the way to kiss forget ? 222 FAUST Why do I grow so sad upon thy bosom now, When from thy words, thy looks, in other days A whole heaven flooded me, and thou Didst kiss, as thou wouldst stifle me, always ? Kiss me, or Ill k

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