Faust.
What’s that to thee?
Mephistopheles.
What brings my master joy, brings joy to me.
Scene VI.
At the Well.
Margaret and Eliza, with water-pitchers.
Eliza.
Have you heard nought of Barbara?
Margaret.
Nothing at all. I seldom stray
From home, to hear of other folk’s affairs.
Eliza.
You may believe me every whit;
Sibylla told it me to-day.
She too has been befooled: that comes of it,
When people give themselves such airs!
Margaret.
How so?
Eliza.
’Tis rank!
She eats and drinks for two, not now for one.
Margaret.
Poor girl!
Eliza.
Well, well! she has herself to thank.
How long did she not hang upon
The fellow!—Yes! that was a parading,
A dancing and a promenading!
Must always be before the rest!
And to wines and pasties be pressed;
Began then to be proud of her beauty,
And was so reckless of her duty
As to take presents from him too.
That was a cooing and a caressing!
No wonder if the flower too be amissing!
Margaret.
I pity her.
Eliza.
Methinks you have not much to do.
