Martha. What bring you, sir? I long to hear—
Mephistopheles. Would I'd a happier tale for your ear! I hope you'll forgive me this one for repeating: Your husband is dead and sends you a greeting.
Martha. Is dead? the faithful heart! Woe! Woe! My husband dead! I, too, shall go!
Margaret. Ah, dearest Dame, despair not thou!
Mephistopheles Then, hear the mournful story now!
Margaret. Ah, keep me free from love forever, I should never survive such a loss, no, never!
Mephistopheles. Joy and woe, woe and joy, must have each other.
Martha. Describe his closing hours to me!
Mephistopheles. In Padua lies our departed brother,
In the churchyard of St. Anthony,
In a cool and quiet bed lies sleeping,
In a sacred spot's eternal keeping.
Martha. And this was all you had to bring me?