Martha. O pray, sir, do!
Mephistopheles. And this young lady 'll be there too? Fine boy! has travelled everywhere, And all politeness to the fair.
Margaret. Before him shame my face must cover.
Mephistopheles. Before no king the wide world over!
Martha. Behind the house, in my garden, at leisure, We'll wait this eve the gentlemen's pleasure.
STREET.
FAUST. MEPHISTOPHELES.
Faust. How now? What progress? Will 't come right?
Mephistopheles. Ha, bravo? So you're all on fire?
Full soon you'll see whom you desire.
In neighbor Martha's grounds we are to meet tonight.
That woman's one of nature's picking
For pandering and gipsy-tricking!
Faust. So far, so good!