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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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Is this the talisman which thou hast wielded
To carry me away, to hold me prison’d,
Which palsies all who come to my assistance?
Oh, let me look upon this deadly sheet.
I’ve learn’d to know my grief; so let me now
Know also who has caus’d the fatal blow.
(Opening the paper before her.)
Here! Look upon it!
(Turning away.) Horrible sensation!
Have I surviv’d it that my father’s name,
My King’s name flash’d against me from the page?
Yet may deception have been play’d, perchance
Some crown official, insolent, has dared
Misuse his power, and serve my brother’s whim,
To harass me. Then can I yet be rescu’d.
I’ll try this also. Let me see.
(As before.) Behold!
(As before.) My courage fails me. Nay! I dare not look.
Let be as Fate will have it: I am lost.
Driven out from all advantage of this world.
Oh, let me then renounce this world forever.
Oh, grant me this one boon. My enemies,
And thou among them, wish my death, they wish
To bury me alive. Permit me then
To yield me to the church which greedily
Has swallow’d so many a guiltless offering.
Here the cathedral stands: this door conducts
To silent sorrow or to silent joy.
Oh, let me take this step and hide myself.
And what awaits me there shall be my fate.
I see the Abbess comes accompanied
By twain o’ the sisters down into the plaza.
She too is young and of a princely house.
Disclose thy wish to her; I will not hinder.