FAUST. Thou angel, have no fear. This vial take, MARGARET. What is there I would not do for thy sake? FAUST. If it could, love, would I advise it thee? MARGARET. Thou best of men, when thee I gaze upon, That little more to do for me remains. MEPHISTOPHELES enters. MEPHISTOPHEles. The monkey, is it gone? FAUST. [Exit. Again the spy dost play? MEPHISTOPHeles. I heard the whole throughout; the worthy Doctor say If one is pious and meek, after the ancient way, If he is humble in that, he'll be guided by us, think they. FAUST. Thou monster that thou art, thou canst not see, How this dear soul in its fidelity, Full of its faith, she thinks alone can give MEPHISTOPHEles. Thou sighing, supersensual sensualist; FAUST. Thou monster birth of Fire and Dirt. MEPHISTOPHELES. Then she's a first-rate physiognomist; And in my presence all abroad she feels, Some mystic faculty my mask reveals. Well-to-night? FAUST. What hast thou with that to do? MEPHISTOPHEles. I have my pleasure in it too. AT THE FOUNTAIN. MARGARET and ELIZABETH, with pitchers. ELIZABETH. Hast thou heard nought of Barbara ? MARGARET. No, Nothing. Abroad I seldom go. ELIZABETH. Sybilla told me all to-day. For certain, she has chosen to play How so? MARGARET. ELIZABETH. Whene'er she eats and drinks, She feeds herself and one beside. Alas! MARGARET. ELIZABETH. It serves her right, methinks. How long upon him she hung on, There was a billing and a cooing; Well it might end in her undoing. Poor thing! MARGARET. ELIZABETH. Yes, much she's to be pitied. Up in our rooms we sat and spun ; Our mothers never us permitted, Down to the door to run. Then with her love, so soft and sweet, She sat upon the threshold seat; |