I find my
pleasure
in it, too!
Faust, a Tragedy by Goethe
The maidens won't rest till they know if the men
Believe as good old custom bids them do.
They think: if there he yields, he'll follow our will too.
_Faust_. Monster, thou wilt not, canst not see,
How this true soul that loves so dearly,
Yet hugs, at every cost,
The faith which she
Counts Heaven itself, is horror-struck sincerely
To think of giving up her dearest man for lost.
_Mephistopheles_. Thou supersensual, sensual wooer,
A girl by the nose is leading thee.
_Faust_. Abortion vile of fire and sewer!
_Mephistopheles_. In physiognomy, too, her skill is masterly.
When I am near she feels she knows not how,
My little mask some secret meaning shows;
She thinks, I'm certainly a genius, now,
Perhaps the very devil--who knows?
To-night then? --
_Faust_. Well, what's that to you?
_Mephistopheles_.
I find my pleasure in it, too!
AT THE WELL.
MARGERY _and_ LIZZY _with Pitchers. _
_Lizzy_. Hast heard no news of Barbara to-day?
_Margery_. No, not a word. I've not been out much lately.
_Lizzy_. It came to me through Sybill very straightly.
She's made a fool of herself at last, they say.
That comes of taking airs!
_Margery_. What meanst thou?
_Lizzy_. Pah!
