Mep. (offering his arm to Martha). Take mine!
Mart. (aside). In sooth, a comely knight! (taking his arm.)
Mep. (aside). The dame is somewhat tough!
(Marguerite yields her arm to Faust, and withdraws with him.
Mephistopheles and Martha remain together.)
Mart. And so you are always traveling!
Mep. A hard necessity it is, madame! Alone and loveless. Ah!
Mart. In youth it matters not so much, But in late years 'tis sad indeed! Right melancholy it is in solitude Our olden age to pass!
Mep. The very thought doth make me shudder. But still, alas! what can I do?
Mart. If I were you, I'd not delay, But think on't seriously at once.
Mep. I'll think on't!