Mar. He loves me!—no, he loves me not! He loves me!—no!—He loves me!
Faust. Yes, believe thou this flower, The flower of loves. To thine heart let it tell The truth it would teach,— He loves thee! Know'st thou not How happy 'tis to love? To cherish in the heart a flame that never dies! To drink forever from the fount of love!
Both. We'll love for ever!
Faust. Oh, night of love! oh, radiant night! The bright stars shine above; Oh, joy, this is divine! I love, I do adore thee!
Mar. Mine idol fond art thou! Speak, speak again! Thine, thine I'll be; For thee I'll gladly die.
Faust. Oh, Marguerite!
Mar. (suddenly tearing herself from Faust's arms). Ah, leave me!
Faust. Cruel one!
Mar. Fly hence! alas! I tremble!
Faust. Cruel one!