Part 37 (2/2)

He loves me!

FAUST

Yes, child! and let this blossom-word For thee be speech divine! He loves thee!

Ah, know'st thou what it means? He loves thee!

(He grasps both her hands.)

MARGARET

I'm all a-tremble!

FAUST

O tremble not! but let this look, Let this warm clasp of hands declare thee What is unspeakable!

To yield one wholly, and to feel a rapture In yielding, that must be eternal!

Eternal!-for the end would be despair.

No, no,-no ending! no ending!

MARTHA (coming forward)

The night is falling.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Ay! we must away.

MARTHA

I'd ask you, longer here to tarry, But evil tongues in this town have full play.

It's as if n.o.body had nothing to fetch and carry, Nor other labor, But spying all the doings of one's neighbor: And one becomes the talk, do whatsoe'er one may.

Where is our couple now?

MEPHISTOPHELES

Flown up the alley yonder, The wilful summer-birds!

MARTHA

He seems of her still fonder.

MEPHISTOPHELES

And she of him. So runs the world away!

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