As the proclaimed doom of angered Heaven!
Gret. Hush! hush!
I will not suffer thee to utter treason
Against my lord. I am but his handmaiden,
Yet I am jealous of my master’s honour
As of his love.
Faus.Ah, Gretchen, if his honour
Were trusty as his love, thy jealousy
Might slumber unto death!
Gret. (anxiously).But tell me, Faustus,