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Through trees and heather,

Bound all together,

O'er stock and stone!

Whate'er is lightly won,

That I disdain;

What I by force obtain,

Prize I alone.

HELENA and FAUST

What vagaries, sense confounding!

Naught of measure to be hoped for!

Like the blare of trumpet sounding,

Over vale and forest ringing.

What a riot! What a cry!

CHORUS (entering quickly one by one)

Us he passed with glance scorn-laden;

Hastily still onward springing,

Bearing now the wildest maiden

Of our troop, he draweth nigh.

EUPHORION (bearing a young maiden)

I this wilful maid and coy

Carry to enforced caress;

For my pleasure, for my joy

Her resisting bosom press,

Kiss her rebel lips, that so

She my power and will may know.