Not even the holy mass do you revere.
Faust.
I do revere ’t.
Margaret.
Yes, but without desire.
At mass and at confession, too, I fear,
Thou hast not shown thyself this many a year.
Dost thou believe in God?
Faust.
My love, who dares aspire
Not even the holy mass do you revere.
Faust.
I do revere ’t.
Margaret.
Yes, but without desire.
At mass and at confession, too, I fear,
Thou hast not shown thyself this many a year.
Dost thou believe in God?
Faust.
My love, who dares aspire