that is quickly said,
And even quicklier done.
And even quicklier done.
Faust, a Tragedy by Goethe
_Martha_ [_as above_]. They swear and scuffle, scream and fight.
_People_. There's one, has got's death-blow!
_Martha_ [_coming out_]. Where are the murderers, have they flown?
_Margery_ [_coming out_]. Who's lying here?
_People_. Thy mother's son.
_Margery_. Almighty God! What woe!
_Valentine_. I'm dying!
that is quickly said,
And even quicklier done.
Women! Why howl, as if half-dead?
Come, hear me, every one!
[_All gather round him_. ]
My Margery, look! Young art thou still,
But managest thy matters ill,
Hast not learned out yet quite.
I say in confidence--think it o'er:
Thou art just once for all a whore;
Why, be one, then, outright.
_Margery_. My brother! God! What words to me!
_Valentine_. In this game let our Lord God be!
That which is done, alas! is done.
