(Marguerite enters.)
Faust. It is she! behold her!
Mep. 'Tis well! now, then, approach!
Sie. (perceiving Marguerite and approaching her). Marguerite!
Mep. (turning round and finding himself face to face with Siebel). What say you?
Sie. (aside). Malediction! here again!
Mep. (coaxingly). What, here again, dear boy? (laughing). Ha, ha! a right good jest!
(Siebel retreats before Mephistopheles, who then compels him to make a circuit of the stage, passing behind the dancers.)
Faust (approaching Marguerite, who crosses the stage). Will you not permit me, my fairest demoiselle, To offer you my arm, and clear for you the way?
Mar. No, sir. I am no demoiselle, neither am I fair; And I have no need to accept your offered arm.