WITCH (to FAUSTUS).

Much good may it do! (Aside.) I hope the best!

MEPHISTOPHELES (to the WITCH).

If I can serve you, sure you might

Command me, on Walpurgis night.

Hum it a few times, you will see

Some merit in it, and effect

More than you would at first expect.

MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUSTUS).

Come, quick! be for the present guided!
This draught will do you good, provided
It gets fair play; but it requires
Brisk motion till the frame perspires,
And its full force is felt to dart
At once through each and every part.
And then, not sooner, will I teach
What joys the lazy hand can reach,
Of indolent voluptuousness.

The pleasures that our nobles bless;
Soon in thy cheery heart, I trow,
Will Cupid rock him to and fro.

Already the young urchin lurks
Within, and in the spirit works.

Once more!

FAUSTUS.

one other look into the glass!

Fair form too fair more than a form to be!

MEPHISTOPHeles.

Come! come! no form the beauties can surpass, That soon in living woman thou shalt see!

(Aside.) With this draught in him he will meet A Helena in every street!

THE STREET.

FAUSTUS (to MARGARET passing on).

Fair lady, may I offer you my arm ;
And will you suffer me to see you home?

I am no lady

MARGARET.

and I am not fair.

I want no guide to show me the way home.

[Disengages herself, and exit.

FAUSTUS.

By Heaven, she is a lovely child;

A fairer never met my eye,

Modest she seems, and good and mild,

Though something pert was her reply

The red lips bright- the cheek's soft light-
My youth hath not departed quite !
She passed, her timid eyes declining,
Deep in my heart they still are shining-
And her light spirits' lively play
Hath stolen me from myself away!

MEPHISTOPHELES enters.

FAUSTUS.

Hearken here, sir, get me the girl; and fast.

MEPHISTOPHeles.

The girl!

what girl?

-

What

FAUSTUS.

She that this moment passed.

MEPHISTOPHeles.

she? she was but now at church

At her confession - I was there.
And, hid by the confession chair,
Was listening to her from my lurch.
Poor thing- she is all innocence
Had nothing in the world to tell!
With such to meddle is not well.
Her purity is a defence,

That leaves the tempter no pretence.

Upon this child I have no power.

FAUSTUS.

She's past fourteen, if she's an hour!

MEPHISTOPheles.

Could Liederlich be worse than this?
The profligate, whose folly is,
To think each flower of beauty his.
Calls it a purchasable trifle,

And every charm he sees would rifle ;
Thinks truth and honour but a name
My friend, give up this hopeless game.

FAUSTUS.

Sound doctrine this, most reverend,
I hope your sermon's at an end:
Now, once for all, conceited fellow,
I am determined on't, and tell you,
She must, this very night, be mine :
You and I part, if you decline.

MEPHISTOPHeles.

Compose yourself - be reasonable

If in a fortnight I be able

To make out opportunities!

FAUSTUS.

A fortnight! give me but seven hours!

I want no devil to help me then,
And ask no aid from any powers
But those belonging to all men,