Not me! [Vanishes.
Faust.
Not thee!
Whom, then?
I, image of the Godhead,
Dwarfed by thee! [Knocking is heard.]
O death!—’tis Wagner’s knock—I know it well,
My famulus; he comes to mar the spell!
Woe’s me that such bright vision of the spheres
Must vanish when this pedant-slave appears!