And I can close mine eyes, but not my heart—
And still my foolish tongue, but not my heart—
So, Faustus, it is meet that I should die!
Weep not—
[Faustus rises and turns towards Anselm.
I go from Death to Life—from Night to Day!
Weep not—my heart is glad, and all my cares
Fold their black wings and creep away abashed,
As shrinks the night before the coming dawn.
[The lamp at her feet begins to die out. Mephisto is seen at door.