SCENE IV.
Valentine and Siebel.
Val. (perceiving Siebel, who enters). Ah, Siebel, is it thou?
Sie. Dear Valentine!
Val. Come, then, to my heart! (embracing him). And Marguerite?
Sie. (confused). Perhaps she's yonder at the church.
Val. She doubtless prays for my return. Dear girl, how pleased She'll be to hear me tell My warlike deeds!
Cho. Glory to those who in battle fall, Their bright deeds we can with pride recall. May we, then, honor and fame acquire, Their glorious deeds our hearts will inspire! For that dear native land where we first drew breath, Her sons, at her command proudly brave e'en death. At their sacred demand who on us depend, Our swords we will draw, their rights to defend. Homeward our steps we now will turn,— Joy and peace await us there! On, on at once, nor loiter here; On, then, our lov'd ones to embrace,— Affection calls, fond love doth summon us, Yes, many a heart will beat When they our tale shall hear.
Val. Come, Siebel, we'll to my dwelling And o'er a flask of wine hold converse. (Approaching Marguerite's house.)
Sie. Nay, enter not!
Val. Why not, I pray?—Thou turn'st away; Thy silent glance doth seek the ground— Speak, Siebel—what hath happened?
Sie. (with an effort.) No! I cannot tell thee!
Val. What mean'st thou? (Rushing toward house.)
Sie. (withholding him.) Hold, good Valentine, take heart!
Val. What is't thou mean'st! (Enters the house.)
Sie. Forgive her! Shield her, gracious Heaven!
(Approaches the church. Faust and Mephistopheles enter at the back; Mephistopheles carries a guitar.)