To-night thou diest! so arm and take thy guard!
Faus. (after a pause throws down sword).
Gottfried, I’ll fight thee not. Thy cause is just.
I am a blot upon the fruitful world.
Away with me! I have no claim to live!
Gott. Defend thy life! Base as thy soul has shown,
I would not be thine executioner;
Yet, by the rood, defence or no defence,
I will fulfil my mission. Take thy sword!
I know no mercy when I war with hell!