Come, sit thee down,
We’ll give thee a crown,
And a sceptre too!
[He obliges Mephistopheles to sit down, and gives him a long brush for a sceptre.
Faust. [Who, while Mephistopheles was engaged with the animals, had been standing before a mirror, alternately approaching it and retiring from it.]
What see I here? what heavenly image bright,
Within this magic mirror, chains my sight?
O Love, the swiftest of thy pinions lend me,
That where she is in rapture I may bend me!
Alas! when I would move one step more near,