Mar. Pray leave me!
Faust. Would'st thou have me leave thee? Ah! see'st thou not my grief? Ah, Marguerite, thou breakest my heart!
Mar. Go hence! I waver! mercy, pray! Fly hence! alas! I tremble! Break not, I pray, thy Marguerite's heart!
Faust. In pity—
Mar. If to thee I'm dear, I conjure thee, by thy love, By this fond heart, That too readily its secret hath revealed, Yield thee to my prayer,— In mercy get thee hence! (Kneels at the feet of Faust.)
Faust (after remaining a few moments silent, gently raising her). O fairest child, Angel so holy, Thou shalt control me, Shalt curb my will. I obey; but at morn—
Mar. Yes, at morn, Very early.
Faust. One word at parting. Repeat thou lovest me.
Mar. Adieu!
(Hastens towards the pavilion, then stops short on the threshold, and wafts a kiss to Faust.)