Mart. At once and seriously!
(They withdraw.) (Faust and Marguerite re-enter.)
Faust. Art always thus alone?
Mar. My brother is at the wars, My mother dear is dead! By misadventure, too, My dear sister have I lost. Dear sister mine! My greatest happiness was she. Sad sorrows these; When our souls with love are filled, Death tears the loved one from us! At morn, no sooner did she wake, Than I was always at her side! The darling of my life was she! To see her once again, I'd gladly suffer all.
Faust. If heaven, in joyous mood, Did make her like to thee, An angel must she indeed have been!
Mar. Thou mock'st me!
Faust. Nay, I do love thee!
Mar. (sighing). Flatterer! thou mock'st me! I believe thee not! thou seekest to deceive. No longer will I stay, thy words to hear.
Faust (to Marguerite). Nay, I do love thee! Stay, oh stay! Heaven hath with an angel crown'd my path. Why fear'st thou to listen? It is my heart that speaks.
(Re-enter Mephistopheles and Martha.)