Come, yield thee now to my desire;
Be meek for once, and own the bridle.
You must keep quiet, and let yourself perspire,
That through your inmost frame the potent juice may pierce.
When we have time to spare, I will rehearse
Some lessons on the art of being nobly idle;
And soon thy heart with ecstasy shall know,
How Cupid ’gins to stir, and boundeth to and fro.
Faust. [Turning again towards the mirror]
Indulge me with one glance!—one moment spare!