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]94 FA.UST
Now must I feel my bosom gored
By daggers in each casual word,
And every ruffian's sneering eye
And scornful taunt my patience try;
Gnawing my wrath must I remain,
And surrer and suppress my pain,
Nor dare say any word again;
As hears the debtor gibe and curse,
Who meets a claim with empty pUl'se.
Avenge it--what can vengeance do?
Must I not feel the taunt is true?
See yonder! sneaking out of sight,
Two skulking scoundrels.-Am I right?
-'Tis he-would Heaven that it were he­
He sea!"ce shall 'seape me if it be.
FA UST-MEPHISTOPHELES.
FAUST. See, in the window of yon sacristy,
How from its little lamp the constant light
Streams up-while, at the sides, less and less bright,
'Tis fading-till it dies in the thick night
That deepens round-and thus is it with me­
Darkness on every side around me spreads.
MEPHISTOPHELES. And I am like the thievish eat
that treads,
Prowling along, up ladders and down leads­
A nibble in the dark-there's no harm in it­
Or snatching on the roof a stolen love-minute.
Already do I feel the power,
The fun and frolic of the hour;
The advent of WALPURGIS :l>'1.GRT
Bids every limb thrill with delight :
Another night--another day,
And then the glorious FIRST OF :\UY;
Then to the Brocken fare we forth,
Then learn that life is something worth.
FAUST. Behold yon blue light glimmering!
Is that the treasure? Lurks it there?
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