Up stood the jovial monarch, And quaff'd his last life's glow, Then hurled thehallow'd goblet Into the flood below.
Alas! ill - fortune leads me here, Where riot still grows louder; And 'mong thewitches gather'd here But two alone wear powder!Young Witch
Faust (gazing round)}
No trinket! no love - token did he send! What every journeyman safe in hispouch will hoard There for remembrance fondly stored, And rather hungers,rather begs than spend!
And the danger to which thou dost expose thyself? Know, the guilt of blood,shed by thy hand, lies yet upon the town. Over the place where fell themurdered one, avenging spirits hover and watch for the returning murderer.Faust
(They stand amazed and gaze at each other.)