We let them one by one appear To keep the matter from your mother. MARGARET. Twice to have had such caskets brought, Good God! my mother! I'll be seen. MARTHA. 'Tis a strange gentleman.- Come in. MEPHISTOPHELES (enters). [A knock. I've come unceremoniously; But, ladies, you will pardon me. [Retreats respectfully before MARGaret. To Mrs. Schwerdtlein was my visit: I'm told this is her lodging. Is it? MARTHA. Sir, I'm the person. What's your pleasure? MEPHISTOPHELES. I'll call when you are more at leisure : MARTHA (to MARGARET). The funniest thing I ever knew MARGARET. I have to thank The gentleman's extreme good nature. MEPHISTOPHeles. I did not judge by them alone; 'Tis something in your mien and glance. - My visit was a lucky chance. MARTHA (aside). To know what brings him, I am dying. MEPHISTOPHeles. I wish I had news more gratifying; MARTHA. Is dead! the faithful creature dead! My husband would 'twere I instead. - MARGARET. Friend, let thy strong good sense prevail O'er grief MEPHISTOPHeles. And hear the full detail. MARGARET. I fear at all to think of love, Such loss my certain death would prove. MEPHISTOPHeles. Grief waits on joy-joy follows grief. MARTHA. Tell on; it will be some relief. MEPHISTOPHELES In Padua, at St. Anthony's, In consecrated earth he lies! A cool bed under the church floor, Where he sleeps soundly. MARTHA. Nothing more? MEPHISTOPHeles. Oh, yes! a death-bed legacy : MARTHA. What, not a coin, no trinket token, Nothing to soothe his poor heart-broken? Why, the most paltry artisan, The veriest wretch in form of man, Some small memorial still will hoard, Some little pledge in secret stored, To show his love is not forgot Will starve will beg― but parts it not! MEPHISTOPHeles. Madam, I'm sorry for his blindness To the true value of your kindness : 'Tis your mistake, to think he squandered His money as he died, he pondered The past and, as his heart relented, His sins and his bad luck repented. MARGARET. Unhappy men! I weep for them! MEPHISTOPHELES. Oh, what an angel she will prove, So kind, so good, — in wedded love! - MARGARET. Time long enough 'twill be till then. Mephistopheles. You'll find admirers 'mong the men: If not a husband, yet some lover Will soon these ripening charms discover: Heaven gives us nothing better here Than clasping one so loved, so dear. MARGARET. 'Tis not the custom of the place. MEPHISTOPHeles. Custom or not, it is the case. MARTHA. Tell on. |