For it hath taught me that, for all my sin,
Thine heart is turned towards me. But for that,
’Twere better I had died by Gottfried’s hand
Than by mine own!
Gret.Faustus, thou shalt not die.
Oh, Faustus, Faustus! I am marked for death—
Is not one life enough!
Faus.Ay, verily,
So that that life be mine. I must atone!
Gret. Thou shalt atone, for thou hast greatly sinned—