In only looking what may be within.
What have we here? good heavens! see!
What a display of finery!
Here is a dress in which a queen
Might on a gala-day be seen.
I wonder how the necklace would suit me!
Who may the lord of all this splendor be?
[She puts on the necklace, and looks at herself in the glass.]
Were but the ear-rings mine to wear!
It gives one such a different air.
What boots the beauty of the poor?
’Tis very beautiful to be sure,
But without riches little weighs;
They praise you, but half pity while they praise.
Gold is the pole,
To which all point: the whole
Big world hangs on gold. Alas we poor!
Scene VI.
A Walk.
Faust going up and down thoughtfully; then enter Mephistopheles.
Mephistopheles.
By all the keen pangs of love! by all the hot blasts of hell!
By all the fellest of curses, if curse there be any more fell!
Faust.
How now, Mephisto? what the devil’s wrong?
I ne’er beheld a face one half so long!
Mephistopheles.
But that I am a devil myself, I’d sell
Both soul and body on the spot to hell!
Faust.
I verily believe you’ve got a craze!
Beseems it you with such outrageous phrase,
To rage like any bedlamite?
Mephistopheles.
Only conceive! the box of rare gewgaws
For Margaret got, is in a parson’s claws!
The thing came to the mother’s sight,
Who soon suspected all was not right:
The woman has got a most delicate nose,
That snuffling through the prayer-book goes,
