Come quickly out; you must not rest.
The Witch.
I hope the swig will wonders work on thee!
Mephistopheles.
And you, if you have aught to beg of me,
Upon Walpurgis’ night make your request.
The Witch.
Here is a song! at times sung, you will find
It hath a wondrous working on your mind.
Mephistopheles. [to Faust]
Come, yield thee now to my desire;
Be meek for once, and own the bridle.
You must keep quiet, and let yourself perspire,
That through your inmost frame the potent juice may pierce.
When we have time to spare, I will rehearse
Some lessons on the art of being nobly idle;
And soon thy heart with ecstasy shall know,
How Cupid ’gins to stir, and boundeth to and fro.
Faust. [Turning again towards the mirror]
Indulge me with one glance!—one moment spare!
It was a virgin-form surpassing fair!
Mephistopheles.
No! No! with my good aid thou soon shalt see
The paragon of women bodily.
[Aside.] Anon, if this good potion does its duty,
He’ll see in every wench the Trojan beauty.
Scene IV.
A Street.
Faust. Margaret passes over.
Faust.
My fair young lady, may I dare
To offer you my escort home?
Margaret.
Nor lady I, good sir, nor fair,
And need no guide to show me home. [Exit.
Faust.
By heaven, this child is passing fair!
A fairer never crossed my view;
Of such a modest gentle air,
Yet with a dash of pertness too,
And girlish innocent conceit;
Her lips so red, her cheeks so bright,
Forget I could not, if I might.
How she casts down her lovely eyes
Deep graven in my heart it lies,
And how so smartly she replied,
And with a sharp turn stepped aside,
It was most ravishingly sweet!
Enter Mephistopheles.
Faust.
