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MEPHISTOPHELES.

Ay, now again it boils, and now it glows.

Go into her, thou fool, some comfort bring; When such a noddle as thine no outlet knows,

It fancies straight the end of everything. Give me the man brave ever, ne'er downcast, Yet of the Devil a spice thou sometimes hast. To me the world nought more abhorrent bears, Than is a devil-that despairs.

MARGARET'S ROOM.

MARGARET at the spinning wheel-alone.

My heart is dreary,

My peaceful mind,

I never, never,

Again shall find.

Life is without him

Sepulchral all,

And the whole wide world

Is steeped in gall.

My poor, poor head,

It reeleth madly;
My poor, poor senses,
They wander sadly.

My heart is dreary,

My peace of mind,

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Could I but clasp him,

And ever hold him.

Devour his kisses,

All I desire;

And in his kisses,
In bliss expire!

MARTHA'S GARDEN.

MARGARET and FAUST.

MARGARET.

Promise me, Henry.

FAUST.

Whatsoe'er I can.

MARGARET.

Tell me what thy religious feelings are.

Thou art in thy heart's heart a kind, good man; And yet, I believe, for it dost little care.

FAUST.

Enough, my child.

Thou feelest how dear thou art

To me; for thy sake I with life would part.

From none would take his feelings or his creed.

MARGARET.

That is not right; one must believe indeed.

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