Right angry with myself yet was I certainly, FAUST. Thou dearest. Wait awhile. MARGARET. [See plucks an aster, and plucks the leaves off one after the other. FAUST. What is that for, to make a nosegay? MARGARET. Nay, 'Tis nothing but a little foolish play. Go, you would laugh at me. [She goes on plucking and murmuring. What murmurest thou? FAUST. MARGARET-half aloud. He loves me-loves not me. FAUST. Thou sweet heaven-lighted countenance. My darling, yes! Let this flower-answer be God's revelation to thee. He loves thee! Knowest thou what that means? his love is thine! [He clasps her two hands. MARGARET. A trembling passes o'er me! FAUST. Ah, shudder not thus. Let this glance of mine, Let this hand pressure, tell That which is inexpressible, And yield us wholly to an ecstacy To feel, that must eternal be! [Margaret presses his hands, frees herself MARTHA coming. The night comes on. MEPHISTOPHELES. Yes, and we must away. MARTHA. I should have prayed ye longer here to stay, The least thing that one does sets all tongues moving; And our sweet pair. And she with him. So doth the world wag on. A GARDEN HOUSE. MARGARET runs in, hides behind the door, places her finger on her lips, and peeps through the chink. MARGARET. He comes! FAUST enters. Ah, little rogue, playest thou thus with me? I've caught thee! [He kisses her. MARGARET embracing him and returning the kiss. Best of men! from my heart love I thee! MEPHISTOPHELES knocks. Well, who comes there? FAUST stamping. MEPHISTOPHELES. 'Tis a good friend. |