My bosom swells,
And pants for him,
O that I might clasp him,
And cling to him!
And kiss him, and kiss him
The live-long day,
And on his kisses
Melt away!
Scene V.
Martha’s Garden.
Margaret and Faust.
Margaret.
Promise me, Henry!
Faust.
What I can.
Margaret.
Of your religion I am fain to hear;
I know thou art a most kind-hearted man,
But as to thy belief I fear—
Faust.
Fear not! thou know’st I love thee well: and know
For whom I love my life’s last drop shall flow!
For other men, I have nor wish nor need
To rob them of their church, or of their creed.
Margaret.
That’s not enough; you must believe it too!
Faust.
Must I?
Margaret.
Alas! that I might work some change on you!
Not even the holy mass do you revere.
Faust.
I do revere ’t.
Margaret.
Yes, but without desire.
At mass and at confession, too, I fear,
Thou hast not shown thyself this many a year.
Dost thou believe in God?
Faust.
My love, who dares aspire
