deal The silence of the grave now broods around!
Mephistopheles (appears without)
Up! or you're lost. Vain hesitation! Babbling, quaking! My steeds are
What from the floor ascendeth like a ghost? 'Tis he! 'Tis he! Him from my
presence chase! What would he in this holy place? It is for me he cometh!
Judgment of God! To thee my soul I give!
Come, come! With her I'll else abandon thee!
Father, I'm thine! Do thou deliver me! Ye angels! Ye angelic hosts! descend,