A Summer-House |
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A Summer-House
A Summer-House
(Margaret runs in, hides behind the door, holds the tip of her finger to
her lip, and peeps through the crevice.)
Margaret
He comes!
Faust
Ah, little rogue, so thou Think`st to provoke me! I have caught thee now!
(He kisses her.)
Margaret
(embracing him, and returning the kiss)
Dearest of men! I love thee from my heart!
(Mephistopheles knocks.)
Faust (stamping)
Who`s there?
Mephistopheles
A friend!
Faust
A brute!
Mephistopheles
`Tis time to part.
Martha (comes)
Ay, it is late, good sir.
Faust
Mayn`t I attend you, then?
Margaret
Oh no - my mother would - adieu, adieu!
Faust
And must I really then take leave of you?
Farewell!
Martha
Good - bye!
Margaret
Ere long to meet again!
(Exeunt Faust and Mephistopheles.)
Margaret
Good heavens! how all things far and near
Must fill his mind, - a man like this!
Abash`d before him I appear,
And say to all things only, yes.
Poor simple child, I cannot see,
What `tis that he can find in me.
(Exit.)
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