XVI
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Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von, Clarke, Harry, and Taylor, Bayard
FAUST
Thou, monster, wilt nor see nor own How this pure soul, of faith so lowly, So loving and ineffable,— The faith alone That her salvation is,—with scruples holy Pines, lest she hold as lost the man she loves so well!
MEPHISTOPHELES
Thou, full of sensual, super-sensual desire, A girl by the nose is leading thee.
FAUST
Abortion, thou, of filth and fire!
MEPHISTOPHELES
And then, how masterly she reads physiognomy! When I am present she’s impressed, she knows not how; She in my mask a hidden sense would read: She feels that surely I’m a genius now,— Perhaps the very Devil, indeed! Well, well,—to-night—?
FAUST
What’s that to thee?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Yet my delight ’twill also be!