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/.

Margaret. [_alone_] Dear God! what such a man as this Can think on all and everything! I stand ashamed, and simple _yes_ Is the one answer I can bring. I wonder what a man, so learned as he, Can find in a poor simple girl like me. [_Exit._