Meph. Hush, not so loud, she’ll hear you. See, she comes!
[Gretchen appears at back, picking petals from a daisy as she advances.
Gret. He loves me—he loves me not!
He loves me—he loves me not!
Meph. (aside to Faustus). Too late, too late! her heart is given to thee;
Her love is not as other women’s love.
Take thyself hence and she will surely die!
[Faustus watches her, entranced.
Gret. (with increased anxiety).
He loves me—he loves me not!