The road is short.
Mar.But very perilous.
Meph. It is, indeed!
Faus.Wilt trust thy hand in mine?
Mar. Ay, take his hand—you will be safer so.
Meph. (aside). I doubt it much.
[Faustus and Gretchen go down incline.
Mar.Now we are quite alone.
Meph. The news I bring you is about your husband.
Mar. My husband! he’s not coming back!