Like wanton birds of summer, through the air
I saw them dart away.
Martha.
He seems well pleased with her.
Mephistopheles.
And she with him. ’Tis thus the world goes.
Scene II.
A Summer-house in the Garden.
[Margaret comes springing in, and hides herself behind the door. She places the point of her finger on her lips, and looks through a rent.
Margaret.
He comes!
Faust. [coming up]
Ha! ha! thou cunning soul, and thou
Would’st trick me thus; but I have caught thee now!
[He kisses her.
Margaret. [clasping him and returning the kiss]
Thou best of men, with my whole heart I love thee!
[Mephistopheles heard knocking.
Faust. [stamping]
Who’s there?
Mephistopheles.
A friend!
Faust.
A beast!
Mephistopheles.
’Tis time now to remove thee.
Martha. [coming up]
Yes, sir, ’tis getting late.
Faust.
May I not take you home?
Margaret.
My mother would—farewell!
Faust.
And must I leave you then?
Farewell!
Martha.
Adieu!
Margaret.
Right soon to meet again!
[Exeunt Faust and Mephistopheles.
