And on him who sent them, more.
Faust.
Sweet love! her grief doth vex me sore.
Mephisto, mark well what I say!
Get her another set straightway!
The first were not so very fine.
Mephistopheles.
O yes! with you all things are mere child’s play.
Faust.
Quick hence! and match your will with mine!
Throw thee oft in her neighbor’s way.
Be not a devil of milk and water,
And for another gift go cater.
Mephistopheles.
Yes, gracious sir! most humbly I obey.
[Exit Faust.
Mephistopheles.
Such love-sick fools as these would blow
Sun, moon, and stars, like vilest stuff,
To nothing with a single puff,
To make their lady-love a show!
Scene VII.
Martha’s House.
Martha. [alone]
In honest truth, it was not nobly done,
In my good spouse to leave me here alone!
May God forgive him! while he roams at large,
O’er the wide world, I live at my own charge.
Sure he could have no reason to complain!
So good a wife he’ll not find soon again. [She weeps.]
He may be dead!—Ah me!—could I but know,
By a certificate, that ’tis really so!
Enter Margaret.
Margaret.
Martha!
Martha.
What wouldst thou, dear?
Margaret.
My knees can scarcely bear me!—only hear!
I found a second box to-day
Of ebon-wood, just where the first one lay,
Brimful of jewels passing rare,
Much finer than the others.
Martha.
Have a care
You keep this well masked from your mother—
’Twould fare no better than the other.
Margaret.
Only come near, and see! look here!
Martha. [decking her with the jewels]
