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98 FAUST
E:lch turn,-and if my eyes do not deceive me.
Sparkles of fire whirl where his foot hath touched.
WAGNER. I can see nothing more than a black dog;
It may be some deception of your eyes.
FAUST. Methinks he draws light magic threads
around us,
Hereafter to entangle and ensnare!
WAGNER. In doubt and fear the poodle's leaping
round us,
Seeing two strangers in his master's stead.
FAUST. The circle, see, how much more narrow
'tis,-
He's very near us !
WAGNER.
'Tiq a dog, you see,
And not a spirit; see, he snarls at strangers,
Shies, lies upon his belly, wags his tail,
As all dogs do.
FAUST.
Come, pretty fellow!
WAGNER.
We'll bring him home with us.-
He's a merry dog,-
If you stand, he stands up and waits for yon,­
Speak to him, and he straight leaps up upon you,
Leave something after you, no donbt he'll bring it,
Or plunge into the water for your stick.
FAUST. You're right. I see no traces of the Spirit
In him-
A dog, well· tu tored, learns the art
WAG~ER.
To win upon a good man's heart;-
Wise men grow fond of them-and see,
Our friend already follows thee-
Soon shall we see the happy creature,
Prime favourite. round the doctor skip:
With e'\'"ery student for his tea-cher,
How can we doubt his scholarship?
[They enter tlie town (fate.
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