Scene VII. Street

STREET

FAUST MARGARET (passing by)

FAUSTFair lady, let it not offend you, That arm and escort I would lend you!

MARGARETI'm neither lady, neither fair, And home I can go without your care.

FAUSTBy Heaven, the girl is wondrous fair! Of all I've seen, beyond compare; So sweetly virtuous and pure, And yet a little pert, be sure! The lip so red, the cheek's clear dawn, I'll not forget while the world rolls on! How she cast down her timid eyes, Deep in my heart imprinted lies: How short and sharp of speech was she, Why, 'twas a real ecstasy!

MEPHISTOPHELES enters

FAUSTHear, of that girl I'd have possession!

MEPHISTOPHELESWhich, then?

MEPHISTOPHELESShe, there? She's coming from confession, Of every sin absolved; for I, Behind her chair, was listening nigh. So innocent is she, indeed, That to confess she had no need. I have no power o'er souls so green.

FAUSTAnd yet, she's older than fourteen.

MEPHISTOPHELESHow now! You're talking like Jack Rake, Who every flower for himself would take, And fancies there are no favors more, Nor honors, save for him in store; Yet always doesn't the thing succeed.

FAUSTMost Worthy Pedagogue, take heed! Let not a word of moral law be spoken! I claim, I tell thee, all my right; And if that image of delight Rest not within mine arms to-night, At midnight is our compact broken.

MEPHISTOPHELESBut think, the chances of the case! I need, at least, a fortnight's space, To find an opportune occasion.

FAUSTHad I but seven hours for all, I should not on the Devil call, But win her by my own persuasion.

MEPHISTOPHELESYou almost like a Frenchman prate; Yet, pray, don't take it as annoyance! Why, all at once, exhaust the joyance? Your bliss is by no means so great As if you'd use, to get control, All sorts of tender rigmarole, And knead and shape her to your thought, As in Italian tales 'tis taught.

FAUSTWithout that, I have appetite.

MEPHISTOPHELESBut now, leave jesting out of sight! I tell you, once for all, that speed With this fair girl will not succeed; By storm she cannot captured be; We must make use of strategy.

FAUSTGet me something the angel keeps! Lead me thither where she sleeps! Get me a kerchief from her breast,— A garter that her knee has pressed!

MEPHISTOPHELESThat you may see how much I'd fain Further and satisfy your pain, We will no longer lose a minute; I'll find her room to-day, and take you in it.

FAUSTAnd shall I see—possess her?

MEPHISTOPHELESUnto a neighbor she must go, And meanwhile thou, alone, mayst glow With every hope of future pleasure, Breathing her atmosphere in fullest measure.

FAUSTCan we go thither?

MEPHISTOPHELES'Tis too early yet.

FAUSTA gift for her I bid thee get!

MEPHISTOPHELESPresents at once? That's good: he's certain to get at her! Full many a pleasant place I know, And treasures, buried long ago: I must, perforce, look up the matter. [Exit .