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SCENE V. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Goethe’s Works, vol. 2 (Faust 1 & 2, Egmont, Natural Daughter, Sorrows of Young Werther) [1885]Edition used:Goethe’s Works, illustrated by the best German artists, 5 vols. (Philadelphia: G. Barrie, 1885). Vol. 2.
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SCENE V.Eugenie. Governess. Eugenie.What! a mightier hand? What means the hypocrite? Is’t God she means? The Almighty God of heaven has not surely To do with any such atrocious deed. Or does she mean our King? Well! I must bear it— Whatever he imposes on me. Yet I will no longer dubiously hover Between my love and fear, nor like a woman E’en while I sink will spare the feelings Which fill my timid heart. So let it break If break it must; and now I wish to see That paper, if the sentence unto death Be by my King or by my father sign’d. Before the angry godhead that has crush’d me I stand and face the consequences boldly. Oh, that I really stood before it! Fearful Is the last glance of injur’d innocence. Governess.I never have refus’d it; take it now. Eugenie.(Looking at the outside of the paper.) It is the idiosyncrasy of man That in the very extremity of evil The fear of further loss clings to him still. Are we so rich, ye gods, that at one blow Ye cannot strip us of our last possession? This paper tore me from my life’s delight, And lets me still forebode a deeper grief. [She unfolds it. Ah, well! be brave, my heart, and tremble not To drain this bitter cup e’en to the dregs. [She peers into it. The seal and manual of the King! Governess.(Taking away the paper.) Good child! On me have pity while thyself thou mournest. In undertaking this disastrous duty I but fulfil the bidding of the Almighty, That I may stand beside thee in thy sorrow, Lest in the hand of strangers thou should’st fall. What fills my soul with anguish, all I know About this frightful deed soon thou shalt learn. But grant me pardon if necessity With iron hand compels me instantly To take our passage on the parting vessel. |

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