II. Yes, sweet maiden, I implore thee,— Oh, refuse not this,— Smile on him who doth adore thee, Bless him with thy kiss. But beware how thou confidest, Even in thy friend, Ha! ha! ha! If not for thy wedding finger He a ring doth send.
(Valentine rushes from the house.)
SCENE VI.
Valentine and the before-named.
Val. Good sir, what want you here?
Mep. My worthy fellow, it was not to you That we addressed our serenade!
Val. My sister, perhaps, would more gladly hear it!
(Valentine draws his sword, and breaks Mephistopheles' guitar.)