nearly the same, with only a slight difference in the words. FAUST. All hearts in all places under the blessed light of day say it, each in its own language - why not in mine? MARGARET. Thus taken, it may pass; but, for all that, there is something wrong about it, for thou hast no Christianity. Dear child! FAUST. MARGARET. in. I have long been grieved at the company I see you FAUST, How so? MARGARET. The man you have with you is hateful to me in my inmost soul. Nothing in the whole course of my life has so stabbed me to the heart, as the repulsive visage of that man. FAUST. Fear him not, you silly little thing. MARGARET. His presence makes my blood creep. With this exception, I have kind feelings towards every body. L But, much as I long to see you, I have an unaccountable horror of that man, and hold him for a rogue besides. God forgive me, if I do him wrong. FAUST. There must be such oddities, notwithstanding. MARGARET. Whenever I would not live with the like of him. he comes to the door, he looks in so mockingly, and with fury but half-suppressed; one sees that he sympathises with nothing. It is written on his forehead, that he can love no living soul. I feel so happy in thy arms-so unrestrained-in such glowing abandonment; and his presence closes up my heart. FAUST. You misgiving angel, you! MARGARET. It overcomes me to such a degree, that when he but chances to join us, I feel as if I loved you no longer; and in his presence, I should never be able to pray; and this eats into my heart. You, too, Henry, must Ah, can I never recline one little hour undisturbed upon thy bosom, and press heart to heart and soul to soul?' MARGARET. Ah, did I but sleep alone! I would gladly leave the door unbolted for you this very night. But my mother does not sleep sound, and were she to catch us, I should die upon the spot. FAUST. Thou angel, there is no necessity for that. You see this phial! Only three drops in her drink will gently envelope nature in deep sleep. MARGARET. What would I not do for thy sake? It will do her no harm, I hope. FAUST. Would I recommend it to you, my love, if it could? MARGARET. If, best of men, I do but look on you, I know not what drives me to comply with your will. I have already done so much for you, that next to nothing now remains for me to do. (MEPHISTOPHELES enters.) MEPHISTOPHEles. The silly monkey! is she gone. FAUST. Hast thou been playing the spy again? MEPHISTOPHEles. I heard what passed plainly enough. You were catechised, Doctor. Much good may it do you. The girls are certainly deeply interested in knowing whether a man be pious and simple after the old fashion. They say to themselves: "if he is conformable in that matter, he will also be conformable to us." FAUST. Thou, monster as thou art, canst not conceive how this fond, faithful soul, full of her faith, which is all sufficient for her happiness, feels a holy horror to think that she must hold the man who is dearest to her for lost? MEPHISTOPHELES. Thou super-sensual, sensual lover, a chit of a girl leads thee by the nose. FAUST. Thou abortion of dirt and fire! MEPHISTOPHEles. And she is knowing in physiognomy too. In my presence she feels she knows not how. This little mask betokens some hidden sense. She feels that I am most assuredly a genius-perhaps the devil himself. night, then-? Το FAUST. What is that to you? MEPHISTOPHeles. I have my pleasure in it, though. AT THE WELL. MARGARET and BESSY with pitchers. BESSY. Have you heard nothing of Barbara? MARGARET. Not a word. I go very little abroad. BESSY. Certainly, Sybella told it me to day. She has even made a fool of herself at last. That comes of playing the fine lady. MARGARET. How so? BESSY. It is a bad business. She feeds two now, when she eats and drinks. Ah! MARGARET. BESSY. She is rightly served at last. What a time she has hung upon the fellow ! There was a promenading and a gallanting to village junkettings and dancing booths -she forsooth must be the first in every thing-he |