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SCENE III. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Goethe’s Works, vol. 2 (Faust 1 & 2, Egmont, Natural Daughter, Sorrows of Young Werther) 
Goethe’s Works, illustrated by the best German artists, 5 vols. (Philadelphia: G. Barrie, 1885). Vol. 2.
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What was it caus’d the accident, Sir Count?
It happen’d right before my very eyes:
A band of many riders found themselves
By fortune separated from the hunt,
And, led by that fair lady, prick’d their way
Upon the wood-crown’d summit of yon height.
They hear, they see below them in the valley
That all is over, see the noble stag
Succumb before the pack of yelping hounds,
And quickly then the company disbands,
Each seeking by the path where each may best,—
One here, one there,—a prosperous exit down.
But she alone no instant hesitates,
But spurs her steed from crag to crag sheer down;
We marvel at the luck of recklessness.
Bravely it goes with her awhile; at last
When she has reach’d the ultimate descent,
A steep bold cliff, the horse mistakes his steps
So insecure, and down he goes with her.
Thus much I saw and then the hurrying throng
Hid her from sight. I heard them call the surgeon;
And so I now am here to tell thee, Sire.
Oh, that she may be spar’d him! Dangerous
Is that man who has nothing more to lose.
Has then this sudden fright compell’d the secret,
Which, until now, he strove so hard to hide?
His confidence was freely given ere now.
The Princess’s death remov’d the seal of silence
From lips which tell a history long disclos’d—
An open secret unto court and city.
It is a curious and absurd conceit
That we through silence can annihilate
For others or ourselves the deeds we do.
Oh, leave to man this noble touch of pride!
He can, he must do many, many things
Which are not suitable to put in words.
They bring her hither, lifeless I’m afraid.
Oh, what an unexpected, sad event!