MARGARET [darts in, hides behind the door, presses the tip of
her finger to her lips, and peeps through the crack].
Ah rogue, how sly thou art!
I've caught thee!
Margaret [embracing him and returning the kiss].
Dear good man! I love thee from my heart!
Time flies, I don't offend you?
Yes, sir, 'tis growing late.
May I not now attend you?
Mother would--Fare thee well!
And must I leave thee then? Farewell!
Till, soon, we meet again!
[Exeunt FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES.]
Good heavens! what such a man's one brain
Can in itself alone contain!
I blush my rudeness to confess,
And answer all he says with yes.
Am a poor, ignorant child, don't see
What he can possibly find in me.