_Faus._ Why, what’s all this? Thou’rt going from her, and thou dost not dare To tell her of thy love? She is the pearl Of maidenhood, and yet thy heart is faint _Because_ she is the pearl of maidenhood? Up, man! Take heart of grace! Thy love is honest, Thy face is fair--thine heart is true and sound-- Thou art a soldier, marked for fair reward. Up, man! Take heart of grace! No fretting vows Stand betwixt _thee_ and such an earthly heaven! To think that this most miserable man Has all this boundless treasure in his reach, And hesitates to grasp it! Up, faint heart! Come, boot and saddle, and away with thee, Ere some more daring and less worthy suitor Step in to take her from thee! _Gott._ (_astonished_). By my hand, ’Twas Faustus spake then--not the holy friar! _Faus._ I spake as man to man--as friend to friend. I love thee; and if such a woman live As thou hast pictured, take her to thine heart While yet thou mayst. Had I loved such a one I should not now be wearing out my life In these sad solitudes! _Gott._ (_sadly_). There spake the heart, And not the lips. _Faus._ (_recollecting himself_). May Heaven pardon me! I knew not what I said! _Gott._ My dear old friend! Come, I must say farewell, my troop awaits me. We ride through Lutzen. I shall see her there. (_Trumpet heard without._) “To horse!” Dost know the sound? _Faus._ (_sighing_). I know it well! _Gott._ I’ll warrant me thy trusty soldier-heart Bounds as of old, despite thy monkish frock, At the old trumpet call! _Faus._ These things are past! May God protect thee in thine enterprise, And give thee safe and speedy conduct home. _Gott._ Amen to that. So, Faustus, fare thee well! [_Exit GOTTFRIED._ _Faus._ He’s gone! gone forth to the fair, fruitful world: The world of life and love, the world of hope, Of open hearts and unchecked sympathies! Oh, foolish priest, misleading and misled, Poor trickster, ever duping, ever duped-- Cheating thyself into a mad surrender Of all that youth holds dearest: cheating others Into blind trust of thy sincerity! Thou art a man--the world was made for men! Thou hast a heart--thy heart is idle here! A curse on all this maddening mummery, This life-long lie, this living catacomb! Earth, heaven, hell, whichever hears me now, Come to my call, and bring me back to life! [_Thunder, lightning; MEPHISTO appears._ _Faus._ Merciful Heaven, defend me! Who art thou? What dost thou here, and what wouldst thou with me? _Meph._ You called me, and I came in hurried haste, Lest the two other powers whom you invoked Should be before me in the race. _Faus._ Who art thou?