He loves me—he loves me not!
Meph. See how she trembles as the petals fall.
Poor child, poor child!
She trusts her simple charm, and should it fail,
Her heart will break! Have pity on her, Faustus!
Gret. He loves me—he loves me not!
He loves me—he loves me not! (She picks the last petal.)
Oh, Heaven, have mercy!
Faus. (breaking from Mephisto, and rushing to her).
Gretchen, dearly loved!