Valentine. The devil's aid he's got! But what is this? My hand's already lame.
Mephistopheles [to Faust]. Thrust home!
Valentine [falls]. O woe!
Mephistopheles. Now is the lubber tame!
But come! We must be off. I hear a clatter;
And cries of murder, too, that fast increase.
I'm an old hand to manage the police,
But then the penal court's another matter.
Martha. Come out! Come out!
Margery [at the window]. Bring on a light!
Martha [as above]. They swear and scuffle, scream and fight.
People. There's one, has got's death-blow!
Martha [coming out]. Where are the murderers, have they flown?
Margery [coming out]. Who's lying here?