HELENA

To whom, bethink thee,
Now thou pertainest!
Think how it grieves us
When thou disdainest
Mine, thine, and his,—the all
That hath been won.

Soon shall, I fear me,
The bond be undone!

HELENA and FAUST

Curb for thy parents' sake,
To us returning,
Curb thy importunate
Passionate yearning!
Make thou the rural plain
Tranquil and bright.

But to content you
Stay I my flight.

(Winding among the CHORUS and drawing them forth to dance)

Round this gay troop I flee
With impulse light.
Say is the melody,
Say is the movement right?