I knew it not—thou knowest I knew it not!
(Falls weeping on the couch.)
Mar. Who knocks?
Lisa (opening door). ’Tis Father Anselm.
Enter Anselm, followed by Faustus, who is in a monk’s dress, his face hidden by his cowl.
Ans.Benedicite!
Is this the poor sick maid who seeks our aid?
(To Gretchen, who is still sobbing.)
Nay, dry thy tears, my child; however grave
Thy burden, Heaven’s grace will lighten it.