FAUST
She dreams not that her loved one is so near, The clinking chains and rustling straw to hear.
MARGARET
Woe, woe! they come.—To bitter death they call.
FAUST
Hush! hush! I come to free thee from their thrall!
MARGARET
Art thou a man? feel for my hapless plight.
FAUST
Thy cries will wake the watchers of the night!