Mephistopheles. And the danger to which thou exposest thyself! Know that the guilt of blood from thy hand still lies upon the town. Above the spot where the slain fell, avenging Spirits hover and lie in wait for the returning murderer. Faust. That too from thee? Murder and death of a world on thee, thou monster! Bring me to her, I say, and deliver her! Mephistopheles. I'll lead thee thither, and what I can do that I will do. Mark me! Have I all power in heaven and on earth? I will cloud the wits of the warder, and thou may'st seize the keys, and bring her out with the hand of a man. I wait for you with the magic horses to ensure your escape. This I can do. Faust. Up and away! Scene IV. _Night. The open Field._ /Faust. Mephistopheles/. (_Galloping past on black horses._) Faust. What are they about there, bustling round the Ravenstone?[*4] Mephistopheles. Can't say what they are cooking and kitchening. Faust. They hover up, they hover down, bending and bowing. Mephistopheles. A corporation of Witches. Faust. They seem to be sprinkling and blessing something. Mephistopheles. On! on! Scene V. _A Prison._ /Faust/, _with a bundle of keys in his hand and a lamp, before an iron door._ Faust. A strange cold shuddering dread comes o'er me, all The up-heaped wretchedness of time. Here dwells she now behind this damp cold wall, And dear delusion was her only crime! Fear'st thou to go to her? Tremblest to meet her eye? Quick! thy delay but brings her death more nigh. [_He seizes the lock. Singing heard from within._ My mother, the wanton, That choked my breath![*n16] My father, the villain, That dined on my death! My sister dear, In the cool green shade My bones she laid; Then was I a glad little bird in the May; Fly away! fly away! Faust. [_opening the door_] She dreams not that her loved one is so near, The clinking chains and rustling straw to hear. Margaret. [_hiding herself on the bed_] Woe, woe! they come.--To bitter death they call. Faust. [_softly_] Hush! hush! I come to free thee from their thrall! Margaret. [_throwing herself at his feet_] Art thou a man? feel for my hapless plight. Faust. Thy cries will wake the watchers of the night! [_He takes hold of the chains to unloose them._