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THE STREET
And to your will the soft wax mould,-
As witness many a story told,
Of true love in Italian song.
FAUST. But, fortunately, I require
No such incentives to desire.
MEPHISTOPHELES.
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Now, not to take or give offence,
Believe me, here all violence
Is useless-in a little while
The damsel may be won by guile;­
A stratagem, perhaps, may gain
The fortresR-storming it were vain!
FAUST. Give me, meanwhile, some little thing
Of hers-a garter or a ring-
A kerchief from her snoWY breast­
Show me the chamber of "her rest!
MEPHISTOPHELES. To prove how sensibly I feel
Your pangs, and, if I could, to heal;
I gratify, ,,,ithout delay,
Your wish, and take you there to-day.
FAUST. And shall I see her? have ber ?
MEPHISTOPRELES.
She to a neigbbour's bas to go,
And when I find tbat sbe is gone,
You may indulge yourself alone;
Breathe in the very room where she
Hath slept, and dream of joys to be.
FAUST.
MEPHISTOPHELES.
So early.
May we go now?
No!
It scarce were pleasant
FAUST. Make me out some present.
MEPHISTOPHELES. Presents so soon! this promises
Speedy success-they all love dress!
Oh, I know many a place of pleasure,
Where such things are, and many a treasure
Buried of old, and soon will fmd
Some lure to win the young thing's mind.
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