First to the devil the instrument! After it to the devil the player! MEPHISTOPHEles. Aye, smash goes the guitar! there's no more to be said. VALENTINE. Aye, smash it goes, and now smash MEPHISTOPHELES. goes your head! Now doctor, do just as I tell you! Out VALENTINE. Parry that! MEPHISTOPHELES. And that! VALENTINE. No doubt. * Flederwisch, a cant word for sword. + It is the custom in German duels for the seconds to parry, or, if fought with broadswords, to guard. Hence Valentine takes Mephistopheles' personal interference in the encounter as a matter of course. T MEPHISTOPHEeles. Of course. VALENTINE. The devil fights, I think. But what is this? my hand's already lame. Give point! MEPHISTOPHEles. VALENTINE falls. Oh, Christ! MEPHISTOPHEles. Now is the lubber tame! But now, away! we must at once be gone, But deal not half so well with felony.* * Blutbann, criminal judicature extending to capital cases. This passage seems to refer to the limitation imposed upon Satan in the Book of Job with respect to life. Though Mephistopheles is mainly instrumental in procuring the death of Margaret's brother, child, mother, and herself, he takes none with his own hand. MARTHA at the window. Without! without! MARGARET at the window. Bring here a light! MARTHA as above. They scuffle and riot, they shout and fight. THE PEOPLE. Here's one dead! MARTHA coming out. Are the murderers gone? MARGARET coming out. Who lies there? THE PEOPLE. 'Tis thy mother's son. MARGARET. Almighty God! what misery! VALENTINE. I die,-that's spoken easily; More easily is done. Why do ye, women, howl and shriek ? [They all gather round him. My Margaret, young thou art, but thou Behavest not aright; In confidence I whisper thee, MARGARET. Brother! Oh God! what dost thou say? VALENTINE. Leave our Lord God from out the play. When shame is born, how secretly The bantling in the world appears; The mantle of obscurity Is wrapped about her head and ears. Glad would they kill her; still she grows, And yet is not a whit more fair. The time I see already, when As from a tainted corpse, will shrink Nor near the altar take thy place; With beggars and with cripples hide; MARTHA. Commend thy soul to heavenly grace; Not foul-mouthed, thus, thy Maker face. VALENTINE. Did strength to reach thee but remain, |