Faust. A common case; a king or Jew Meph. Then off he swept chain, clasp, and rings, A basketful of nuts had been, In restless plight, Her heart with nameless wishes fraught, Thinks on the trinkets day and night, Still more on him the gems who brought. Faust. My dear one's grief with sorrow I endure,— Straight, then, for her another set procure! The first were no such matters. Meph. To be sure! All is but child's play to the gentleman ! Faust. See that you do it, as I wish and plan Her neighbour you must close beset Come! don't a milksop devil be, Another case of jewels get! Meph. My honour'd sir, most willingly! Merely for pastime or for play, To please his mistress all his care, [FAUST exit. THE NEIGHBOUR'S HOUSE. MARTHA alone. God pardon my dear husband!-he And left me to a lonely bed! Though ne'er I vex'd, or teasing moved him, Perhaps he now is dead-ah me! if so, Marg. Martha ! Mar. Marg. Well, Margaret! Oh, think! My knees almost beneath me sink, I've found another casket-see- Far richer than the first ones were. Mar. Of this your mother must not know, Or with it to the priest she'll go. Marg. Here! only look at them-oh see! Ah, poor me! Marg. Nor in them at the church appear. [She weeps. A little hour before the glass, E'en that will be a kind of treat; At which your treasure, by degrees, The chain at first, perhaps, then these Marg. But who could both these caskets bring, Ah Heaven! can that my mother be? Mar. No! a strange gentleman, I see; Come in! MEPHISTOPHELES enters. Meph. I've really made so free, As to come in at once-for which I pray [A knocking. The lady's pardon! [Steps back respectfully before MARGARET. -I but came to-day To speak with Mistress Schwerdtlein Mar. What has the gentleman to say to me? I am she; Meph. (speaks softly to her). Enough! I know you now -but I perceive A visitor of rank-I'll take my leave Excuse the liberty I now have ta’en, And in the afternoon I'll call again! Mar. Imagine, child! this stranger here-of all The things on earth, does you a lady call! Marg. I'm but a poor young creature-he (Ah, Heaven!) is too polite to me! Nor gems nor jewels are my own Meph. 'Tis not the ornaments alone; Mar. What bring you then? I long to hear. I shall not here a sufferer be, My life with grieving would destroy! At Padua, he Meph. Cool everlastingly his bed of rest. Mar. And had you nothing else to me to bring? But with respect to all beside, My pockets are completely void! Mar. What! not a token! not a coin! Not e'en a trinket to be mine! Such as each poor mechanic hoards I' the bottom of his purse with care, Because remembrance it affords And rather starves or begs, than spare! Meph. Ah, madam! to the heart it grieveth me, But still his wealth he did not dissipate; He all his sins repented bitterly,— Ay, and bewail'd still more his luckless fate. Marg. Oh no! 'tis time enough to wait! It were the highest gift of Heaven, So sweet a thing within one's arms to strain. Marg. That's not the custom here, sir. Custom or not-'twill happen though! Mar. But tell me Meph. Yes! I stood beside Oh ! His death-bed when your husband died. |