This poodle well deserves your recognition;
Few students learn so much from good tuition.
[Exeunt, going in through the gate of the city.
Scene IV.
Faust’s Study.
Faust. [entering with the Poodle.]
Now field and meadow lie behind me,
Hushed ’neath the veil of deepest night,
And thoughts of solemn seeming find me,
Too holy for the garish light.