VII
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Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von, Clarke, Harry, and Taylor, Bayard
STREET
FAUST MARGARET (passing by)
FAUST
Fair lady, let it not offend you, That arm and escort I would lend you!
MARGARET
I’m neither lady, neither fair, And home I can go without your care.
[She releases herself, and exit.
FAUST
By 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)
FAUST
Hear, of that girl I’d have possession!
MEPHISTOPHELES
Which, then?
FAUST
The one who just went by.
MEPHISTOPHELES
She, 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.
FAUST
And yet, she’s older than fourteen.
MEPHISTOPHELES
How 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.
FAUST
Most 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.
MEPHISTOPHELES
But think, the chances of the case! I need, at least, a fortnight’s space, To find an opportune occasion.
FAUST
Had I but seven hours for all, I should not on the Devil call, But win her by my own persuasion.
MEPHISTOPHELES
You 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.
FAUST
Without that, I have appetite.
MEPHISTOPHELES
But 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.
FAUST
Get 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!
MEPHISTOPHELES
That 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.
FAUST