Mep.   (to Faust, in a whisper). Stand near to me, and attack him only; I'll take care to parry!

(They fight.)

Val.   (falling). Ah!

Mep. Behold our hero, Lifeless on the ground! Come, we must hence—quick, fly!

(Exit, dragging Faust after him.)

SCENE VII.

(Enter Citizens, with lighted torches; afterwards Siebel and Marguerite.)

Cho. Hither, hither, come this way— They're fighting here hard by! See, one has fallen; The unhappy man lies prostrate there. Ah! he moves—yes, still he breathes; Quick, then, draw nigh To raise and succor him!