Mar. I tremble!—oh, heaven! My last hour is surely nigh!
(The tomb opens and discloses Mephistopheles, who bends over to Marguerite's ear.)
Mep. Remember the glorious days When an angel's wings Protected thy young heart. To church thou camest then to worship, Nor hadst thou then sinned 'gainst heaven. Thy prayers then issued From an unstained heart And on the wings of faith Did rise to the Creator. Hear'st thou their call? 'Tis hell that summons thee! Hell claims thee for its own! Eternal pain, and woe, and tribulation, Will be thy portion!
Mar. Heaven! what voice is this That in the shade doth speak to me? What mysterious tones are these!
Religious Cho. When the last day shall have come, The cross in heaven shall shine forth, This world to dust shall crumble.
Mar. Ah me! more fearful still becomes their song.
Mep. No pardon hath heaven left for thee! For thee e'en heaven hath no more light!
Religious Cho. What shall we say unto high heav'n? Who shall protection find When innocence such persecution meets?
Mar. A heavy weight my breast o'erpowers,— I can no longer breathe!
Mep. Nights of love, farewell! Ye days of joy, adieu! Lost, lost for aye art thou!