(MARGARET comes in, conceals herself behind the door, puts her
finger to her lips, and peeps through the crack.)
Ah, rogue! a tease thou art:
I have thee! (He kisses her.)
(clasping him, and returning the kiss)
Dearest man! I love thee from my heart.
FAUST (stamping his foot)
Tis time to separate.
Yes, Sir, 'tis late.
May I not, then, upon you wait?
My mother would—farewell!
Ah, can I not remain?
And soon to meet again!
[Exeunt FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES.
Dear God! However is it, such
A man can think and know so much?
I stand ashamed and in amaze,
And answer "Yes" to all he says,
A poor, unknowing child! and he—
I can't think what he finds in me! [Exit.]]