Quem
patronum
rogaturus?
Faust, a Tragedy by Goethe
Nil inultum remanebit.
_Margery_. How cramped it feels!
The walls and pillars
Imprison me!
And the arches
Crush me! --Air!
_Evil Spirit_. What! hide thee! sin and shame
Will not be hidden!
Air? Light?
Woe's thee!
_Chorus_. Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
Quem patronum rogaturus?
Cum vix justus sit securus.
_Evil Spirit_. They turn their faces,
The glorified, from thee.
To take thy hand, the pure ones
Shudder with horror.
Woe!
_Chorus_. Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
_Margery_. Neighbor! your phial! --
[_She swoons. _]
WALPURGIS NIGHT. [32]
_Harz Mountains. _
_District of Schirke and Elend. _
FAUST.
