What I can!
MARGARET
How is’t with thy religion, pray?
Thou art a dear, good-hearted man,
And yet, I think, dost not incline that way.
FAUST
Leave that, my child! Thou know’st my love is tender;
For love, my blood and life would I surrender,
And as for Faith and Church, I grant to each his own.
MARGARET
That’s not enough: we must believe thereon.
FAUST
Must we?
MARGARET