How me cast down her lovely eyes,
Deep in my soul
imprinted
lies;
How she spoke up, so curt and tart,
Ah, that went right to my ravished heart!
Faust, a Tragedy by Goethe
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Soon will, when once this drink shall heat thee,
In every girl a Helen meet thee!
A STREET.
FAUST. MARGARET [_passing over_].
_Faust_. My fair young lady, will it offend her
If I offer my arm and escort to lend her?
_Margaret_. Am neither lady, nor yet am fair!
Can find my way home without any one's care.
[_Disengages herself and exit_.]
_Faust_. By heavens, but then the child _is_ fair!
I've never seen the like, I swear.
So modest is she and so pure,
And somewhat saucy, too, to be sure.
The light of the cheek, the lip's red bloom,
I shall never forget to the day of doom!
How me cast down her lovely eyes,
Deep in my soul
imprinted
lies;
How she spoke up, so curt and tart,
Ah, that went right to my ravished heart!
[_Enter_ MEPHISTOPHELES.]
_Faust_. Hark, thou shalt find me a way to address her!
_Mephistopheles_. Which one?
_Faust_. She just went by.
_Mephistopheles_. What! She?
She came just now from her father confessor,
Who from all sins pronounced her free;
I stole behind her noiselessly,
'Tis an innocent thing, who, for nothing at all,
Must go to the confessional;
O'er such as she no power I hold!
_Faust_. But then she's over fourteen years old.
_Mephistopheles_. Thou speak'st exactly like Jack Rake,
Who every fair flower his own would make.
