How?
MARGARET
Go, you'll laugh at me!
(She plucks off the leaves and murmurs to herself.)
FAUST
What murmurest thou?
MARGARET (half aloud)'
He loves me—loves me not.
FAUST
Sweet angel, with thy face of heavenly bliss!
MARGARET (continues)
How?
Go, you'll laugh at me!
(She plucks off the leaves and murmurs to herself.)
What murmurest thou?
MARGARET (half aloud)'
He loves me—loves me not.
Sweet angel, with thy face of heavenly bliss!
MARGARET (continues)