MARGARET
Farewell!
MARTHA
But ere you leave us, quickly tell!
I from a witness fain had heard, Where, how, and when my husband died and was interr"d.
To forms I"ve always been attached indeed, His death I fain would in the journals read.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Ay, madam, what two witnesses declare Is held as valid everywhere; A gallant friend I have, not far from here, Who will for you before the judge appear.
I"ll bring him straight.
MARTHA
I pray you do!
MEPHISTOPHELES
And this young lady, we shall find her too?
A n.o.ble youth, far traveled, he Shows to the s.e.x all courtesy.
MARGARET
I in his presence needs must blush for shame.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Not in the presence of a crowned king!
MARTHA
The garden, then, behind my house, we"ll name, There we"ll await you both this evening.
A STREET
FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES
FAUST
How is it now? How speeds it? Is"t in train?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Bravo! I find you all aflame!
Gretchen full soon your own you"ll name.
This eve, at neighbor Martha"s, her you"ll meet again; The woman seems expressly made To drive the pimp and gipsy"s trade.
FAUST
Good!
MEPHISTOPHELES
But from us she something would request.
FAUST
A favor claims return, as this world goes.
MEPHISTOPHELES
We have on oath but duly to attest That her dead husband"s limbs, outstretch"d, repose In holy ground at Padua.
FAUST
Sage indeed!
So I suppose we straight must journey there!
MEPHISTOPHELES
_Sancta simplicitas!_ For that no need!
Without much knowledge we have but to swear.
FAUST
If you have nothing better to suggest, Against your plan I must at once protest.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Oh, holy man! methinks I have you there!
In all your life, say, have you ne"er False witness borne, until this hour?
Have you of G.o.d, the world, and all it doth contain, Of man, and that which worketh in his heart and brain, Not definitions given, in words of weight and power, With front unblushing, and a dauntless breast?
Yet, if into the depth of things you go, Touching these matters, it must be confess"d, As much as of Herr Schwerdtlein"s death you know!
FAUST
Thou art and dost remain liar and sophist too.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Ay, if one did not take a somewhat deeper view!
Tomorrow, in all honor, thou Poor Gretchen wilt befool, and vow Thy soul"s deep love, in lover"s fashion.
FAUST