The Dramatic Poet.
Then parry that!
Why, child, of all strange notions, he For some grand lady taketh thee!Margaret
Know'st thou my servant, Faust?}
No greetings to a sweetheart! No love - songs shall there be!Frosch
(To Faust, who has left the dance.)
By all rejected love! By hellish fire I curse, Would I knew aught to make myimprecation worse!
How different, Gretchen, was it once with thee, When thou, still full ofinnocence, Here to the altar camest, And from the small and well - conn'dbook Didst lisp thy prayer, Half childish sport, Half God in thy young heart!Gretchen! What thoughts are thine? What deed of shame Lurks in thy sinfulheart? Is thy prayer utter'd for thy mother's soul, Who into long, long tormentslept through thee? Whose blood is on thy threshold? - And stirs there notalready 'neath thy heart Another quick'ning pulse, that even now Torturesitself and thee With its foreboding presence?