SCENE XII.

The preceding. MARGUERITE.

_Mar._ He loves me! Wildly beats my heart! The night-bird's song, The evening breeze, All nature's sounds together say, "He loves thee!" Ah! sweet, sweet indeed Now is this life to me! Another world it seems; The very ecstasy of love is this! With to-morrow's dawn, Haste thee, oh dear one, Haste thee to return! Yes, come!

_Faust._ (rushing to the window, and grasping her hand). Marguerite!

MAR. Ah!

_Mep._ (mockingly). Ho! ho!

(MARGUERITE, overcome, allows her head to fall on FAUST'S shoulder. MEPHISTOPHELES opens the door of the garden, and departs, laughing derisively. The curtain falls.)