Martha.
One word before we part!
I fain would have it solemnly averred,
How my dear husband died, and where he was interred.
Order was aye my special virtue; and
’Tis right both where and when he died should stand
In the newspapers.
Mephistopheles.
Yes, when two attest,
As Scripture saith, the truth is manifest.
I have a friend, who, at your requisition,
Before the judge will make a deposition.
I’ll bring him here.
Martha.
Yes, bring him with you, do!
Mephistopheles.
And we shall meet your fair young lady too?
[To Margaret.] A gallant youth!—has been abroad, and seen
The world—a perfect cavalier, I trow.
Margaret.
’Twould make me blush, should he bestow
A single look on one so mean.
Mephistopheles.
You have no cause to be ashamed before
The proudest king that ever sceptre bore.
Martha.
This evening, in the garden then, behind
The house, you’ll find warm hearts and welcome kind!
Scene VIII.
A Street.
Faust.
How now? what news? how speed your labors?
Mephistopheles.
Bravo! ’tis well you are on fire;
Soon shall you have your heart’s desire.
This evening you shall meet her at her neighbor’s;
A dame ’tis to a nicety made
For the bawd and gipsy trade.
Faust.
’Tis well.
