When from thy words and looks, a heaven of bliss
Came down; and thou didst kiss
As thou would’st smother me. Come, kiss me! kiss!
Else kiss I thee! [She embraces him.]
O woe! thy lips are cold,
Are dumb;
Where is the love thy swelling bosom bore
Whilome for me? why are thy lips so cold?
[She turns away from him.
Faust.