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SCENE I.—: Plaza at the Port. - 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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Plaza at the Port.
What influence dost thou use to draw me back?
Now also I obey against my will.
O cursed power, thy voice has won upon me,
Which erst so smoothly led me to obey,
Which got the mastery of the whole domain
Wherein my plastic nature was confin’d.
’Twas thou who taught me first the magic power
Of speech, the fine artistic web of words.
Thy lips unseal’d the world to me and gave me
The costly knowledge of my inmost heart.
This magic now thou usest to my harm;
Thou bindest me, thou draggest me away.
My mind is dull’d, my feelings are confus’d,
And I could wish I were among the dead.
Oh, would this magic had reveal’d its power
In days when I besought thee fervently
To let those lofty schemes of thine dissolve.
Didst thou imagine such a monstrous evil
And didst not warn the all-too-trustful mind?
Indeed I warn’d thee but in guarded words;
The secret spoken out had brought thee death.
And yet behind thy silence exile lay;
More welcome to me were the doom of death.
Yet this misfortune, unforeseen or not,
Has snar’d me with thee in the selfsame net.
How can I know what great reward thou’lt have
When thou hast work’d the undoing of thy charge?
’Tis waiting for me on a foreign shore.
The sail is spread and bears us both away.
The prison of the ship has not yet seiz’d me;
’Tis not too late; why should I go unwilling?
Hast thou not once appeal’d unto the people?
They only stared in silence and went their way.
Contending as I was with keen emotions
The common people thought that I was mad.
Yet not with words or violence should’st thou hinder
My bold, courageous steps to get me aid.
The magnates of this city from their houses
Come hither to the strand to watch the vessels
Which mass’d in fleets, by us unlov’d, depart.
Within the palace of the governor
The guards are stirring; he it is who comes
Adown you steps escorted by a throng.
I will address him and unfold my case.
If he be fit to represent my King
And take his place in matters of concern,
He’ll not repulse me without hearing me.
I stand not in the way of this attempt;
Yet name no names, but only tell thy story.
No names until I see that I can trust him.
He seems to be a noble youth, and gladly
Will do his utmost to confer a favor.