I know the purport of their whispered words,
As though they had been spoken trumpet-tongued!
Faus. Nay, never heed them, Gretchen.
Gret.Never heed them!
They were my world before thou cam’st to me.
They loved me, Faustus, and they honoured me.
And now they turn away from me, as though
I bore a deadly poison in my glance!
Faus. Dismiss them from thy thoughts. We will go hence
To some far-distant land where none shall know us,