Gret. (starting up amazed). Thou here! Oh, Faustus, get thee hence.
Have I not sinned enough, that thou hast come
To fill my dying heart with thoughts of thee?
I am not thine! Go, leave me to myself.
Faus. As stands a felon at the judgment-seat,
Bent with the burden of his published shame,
Stand I before thee!
Gret.I am not thy judge.
Faus. I have been judged, and to my lifelong doom
I bow. Yet by the love of long ago—