Mep. (to Martha). Your much-loved spouse is dead, And sends you greeting!
Mart. (to Mephistopheles). Sent he nothing else to me?
Mep. (to Martha). No. We'll punish him for't; Upon this very day We'll find him a successor.
Faust (to Marguerite). Wherefore lay aside these jewels?
Mar. (to Faust). Jewels are not made for me; 'Tis meet I leave them where they are.
Mep. (to Martha). Who would not gladly unto You present the wedding-ring?
Mart. (aside). Indeed! (to Mephistopheles). You think so?
Mep. (sighing). Ah me! ah, cruel fate!
Faust (to Marguerite) Pray lean upon mine arm!
Mar. (retiring). Leave me, I humbly pray!