We ride through Lutzen. I shall see her there.
(Trumpet heard without.)
“To horse!” Dost know the sound?
Faus. (sighing).I know it well!
Gott. I’ll warrant me thy trusty soldier-heart
Bounds as of old, despite thy monkish frock,
At the old trumpet call!
Faus.These things are past!
May God protect thee in thine enterprise,
And give thee safe and speedy conduct home.