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 heart is dreary, My peace of mind, Could I but clasp him, And ever hold him. Devour his kisses, All I desire; And in his kisses, 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. |