And the falling hand
Mark the time no more for me!
Mephistopheles.
Consider well: in things like these
The devil’s memory is not apt to slip.
Faust.
That I know well; may’st keep thy heart at ease,
No random word hath wandered o’er my lip.
Slave I remain, or here, or there,
Thine, or another’s, I little care.