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SCENE IV.—: The Same. - 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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Eugenielaid apparently dead on woven boughs of pine.
Duke. Surgeon. Attendants.
(To theSurgeon.) Oh, if thy art and skill have any power,
Experienc’d sir, to whom our monarch’s life,
A priceless treasure, is entrusted, let
Her bright eyes once more open to the day,
That hope may shine upon me in her glance,
That from the depths of grief I may be sav’d,
If only for a fleeting moment now.
And then if nothing more, if thou canst keep her
Only a fleeting moment for me, then,
Oh, let me haste and pass away before her,
That in the very article of death
I still may say, consol’d, “My daughter lives.”
Pray, leave us, uncle! Let me undertake
The faithful service of a father’s love.
This worthy man will nothing leave undone;
As though myself lay wounded sore, he will—
Doubt not—exert his skill upon thy daughter.
Art thou assur’d of it?
Her eyes are open wide; she glances round!
She lives! She lives!
(Stepping back a little.) Redouble your exertions!
She lives! She lives! Again the light of day
Her eyes behold. Yes! soon she’ll recognize
Her loving father and her friends once more!
My darling child, gaze not so wild around
As though uncertain: towards me turn thy face,
Oh, turn thy face upon thy father first.
Dost thou not know me? Let thy father’s voice
Be first to reach thy ear, as thou returnest
From gloomy shades of everlasting night!
(Who little by little has returned to consciousness and sits up.) Where am I? What has happen’d to me?
Oh, speak to me! Dost thou not know me?
Yes, ’tis thy father whom with these sweet tones
Thou savest from the arms of grim despair!
Who brought me here among these trees?
(To whom the surgeon has handed a white handkerchief.) Be calm,
My daughter! Take this strengthening draught,
Take it with confidence, with quiet soul.
(Takes the handkerchief from her father as he holds it in his hands, and buries her face in it; then suddenly gets to her feet, taking the handkerchief from her face.)
There! I’m myself again! Now I remember!
On yonder height I rein’d my horse and dar’d
Ride down, sheer down the rocky side. Forgive me—
I stumbled, did I not? Canst thou forgive me?
They took me up for dead? My darling father!
And canst thou ever love thy child again,
Who caus’d such bitter anguish to thy heart?
I thought I knew how precious was the treasure
God granted when he gave me thee, my daughter!
But now the loss I fear’d has caused my gain
To rise to estimation infinite.
(Who till now has remained in the background conversing with theSurgeonand theCount—to the others.)
Let all withdraw! I wish to speak with them.