_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._