I cannot loosen the bonds of the Avenger, nor undo his bolts.
Rescue her? Who was it that plunged her into ruin? I, or thou?
(FAUST looks around wildly.)
Wilt thou grasp the thunder? Well that it has not been
given to you, miserable mortals! To crush to pieces the innocent
respondent—that is the tyrant-fashion of relieving one’s
self in embarrassments.
FAUST
Take me thither! She shall be free!
MEPHISTOPHELES
And the danger to which thou wilt expose thyself? Know
that the guilt of blood, from thy hand, still lies upon the town!
Avenging spirits hover over the spot where the victim fell, and
lie in wait for the returning murderer.
FAUST
That, too, from thee? Murder and death of a world upon
thee, monster! Take me thither, I say, and liberate her!
MEPHISTOPHELES