My horses are neighing: The morning twilight is near.

MARGARET

What rises up from the threshold here?

He! he! suffer him not!

What does he want in this holy spot?

He seeks me!

FAUST

Thou shalt live.

MARGARET

Judgment of G.o.d! myself to thee I give.

MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST)

Come! or I'll leave her in the lurch, and thee!

MARGARET

Thine am I, Father! rescue me!

Ye angels, holy cohorts, guard me, Camp around, and from evil ward me!

Henry! I shudder to think of thee.

MEPHISTOPHELES

She is judged!

VOICE (from above)

She is saved!

MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST)

Hither to me!

(He disappears with FAUST.)

VOICE (from within, dying away)

Henry! Henry!