Are you, then, Martha Schwerlein?
Mart. Sir, I am.
Mep. The news I bring Is of an unpleasant kind: Your much-loved spouse is dead, And sends you greeting.
Mart. Great heaven!
Mar. Why, what has happened?
Mep. Stuff!
(Marguerite hastily takes off the jewels, and is about to replace them in the casket.)
Mart. Oh woe! oh, unexpected news!
Mar. (aside). How beats my heart Now he is near!
Faust (aside). The fever of my love Is lull'd when at her side!