HELENA, FAUST, and CHORUS
Oh what horror! Hast thou told it!
Is then death for thee decreed?
EUPHORION
From afar shall I behold it?
No! I'll share the care and need!
HELENA, FAUST and CHORUS
Rashness to peril brings,
And deadly fate!
EUPHORION
Yet—see a pair of wings
Unfoldeth straight!
Thither—I must, I must—
Grudge not my flight!
[He casts himself into the air; his garments support him for a moment; his head flames, a trail of light follows him.]