Gret. Gottfried! I am right glad to welcome thee,
My dear, dear brother! Art thou come for long?
Gott. Nay, Gretchen, I am with my troop of horse.
We march to Dettingen, and being here
I stole a brief half hour to say farewell.
Gret. (alarmed). Thou art not going to the war?
Gott.No, no!
Mere frontier duty, Gretchen; nothing more.
(Aside.) May Heaven forgive me—that’s a downright lie!
Gret. I breathe again. (Sees Faustus.) Who is this gentleman?