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THE STREET
FAUST and MEPIDSTOPIrELES.
How fare you? goes it s"'irnmingly on and
FAUST.
swift?
MEPHISTOPHELES.
Hurrah! my friend-I'm glad to
see your heart
On fire-she shall be yours in less than no time:
This evening, we all meet at Neighbour Martha's.
Of all the women that I ever saw
She is the veriest gipsy-is the one
To mould hig Margaret to the doctor's purpose.
FA.UST. All promises well so far.
MEPJlISTOPHELES.
But we are asked
For something in return.
FAUST.
That's reasonable-
As one good turn, they say, deserves another.
MEPIDSTOPHELES. We are only asked to make a
deposition,
In proper form, that her dead husband's bones
Are lying decently interred in Padua,
Quietly resting there in holy ground.
FAUST.
Mighty fine doings! what a pretty jaunt
You have contrived for us!
MEPJlISTOPHELES.
Sancta simplicita.s!
Why should we go? we are asked but to make oath­
This may be done without the toil of travel,
Or trouble of any kind.
FAUST.
Is this your plan?
If you have nothing better to propose,
The scheme is at an end.
MEPIDSTOPHELES. Oh, holy man!
Is it there you are now? Doctor, is this your scruple?
Is this the first time in your life that you
Have borne false witness? have you lectured on
God-and the world-and all that moves therein­
On Man-and on 'how thought originates "
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