Mephistopheles. I have, on every hand, been entertained politely.
Martha. Have you not felt, I mean, a serious intention?
Mephistopheles. Jesting with women, that's a thing one ne'er should mention.
Martha. Ah, you misunderstand!
Mephistopheles. It grieves me that I should! But this I understand—that you are good. [They pass on.]
Faust. So then, my little angel recognized me, As I came through the garden gate?
Margaret. Did not my downcast eyes show you surprised me?
Faust. And thou forgav'st that liberty, of late? That impudence of mine, so daring, As thou wast home from church repairing?
Margaret. I was confused, the like was new to me;
No one could say a word to my dishonor.
Ah, thought I, has he, haply, in thy manner
Seen any boldness—impropriety?
It seemed as if the feeling seized him,
That he might treat this girl just as it pleased him.
Let me confess! I knew not from what cause,
Some flight relentings here began to threaten danger;
I know, right angry with myself I was,
That I could not be angrier with the stranger.
Faust. Sweet darling!