Act 3 — SCENE IX.
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Mephistopheles.
Mep. 'Twas high time! By night, protected, In earnest talk of love, They will return! 'Tis well! I'll not disturb Their amorous confabulation! Night, conceal them in thy darkest shade. Love, from their fond hearts Shut out all troublesome remorse. And ye, O flowers of fragrance subtle, This hand accurs'd Doth cause ye all to open! Bewilder the heart of Marguerite! (Disappears amid the darkness.)