FAUST
Convey me thither! She shall be free!
MEPHISTOPHELES
And the danger to which thou dust expose thyself? Know, the guilt of blood, shed by thy hand, lies yet upon the town. Over the place where fell the murdered one, avenging spirits hover and watch for the returning murderer.
FAUST
This too from thee? The death and downfall of a world be on thee, monster I Conduct me thither, I say, and set her free!
MEPHISTOPHELES
I will conduct thee. And what I can do,—hear! Have I all power in heaven and upon earth? I'll cloud the senses of the warder,—do thou possess thyself of the keys and lead her forth with human hand! I will keep watch! The magic steeds are waiting, I bear thee off. Thus much is in my power.
FAUST
Tip and sway!