It eats my flesh! Strike surely and strike deep!
Gott. So be it then! Thine hour has come! Good sword,
That never yet shed undefended blood,
I pray thy pardon for the infamy
I place upon thee!
[Gottfried is about to strike. Gretchen staggers forward and places herself before Faustus, with her arms extended to protect him.
Gret.Gottfried! stay thy hand,
Or slay me with him! Oh, for shame, for shame!
Is this thy love for me? He is to me
As I to thee, and wouldst thou prove thy love