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Rh 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?