Is stayed against thee. Go! thou knowest now
The virtue of her love—its alchemy
Hath made thee sacred in mine eyes! Go, sir,
Amend thy mis-spent life—she loveth thee!
When evil thoughts assail thine impious soul,
Remember that, despite thy wrong to her,
She loveth thee!
If a man’s heart is beating in thy breast,
That amulet should hold thee Satan-proof! [Exit.
Faus. Gretchen, I thank thee for my granted life,