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Thou'rt like the spirit, thou dost comprehend,

Not me! [Vanishes.]

FAUST (deeply moved)

Not thee

Whom then?

I, God's own image!

And not rank with thee! [A knock.] Oh death! I know it-'tis my famulus— My fairest fortune now escapes! That all these visionary shapes A soulless groveller should banish thus!

[WAGNER in his dressing gown and night-cap, a lamp in his hand. FAUST turns round reluctantly.]