Mephistopheles.
By all the keen pangs of love! by all the hot blasts of hell!
By all the fellest of curses, if curse there be any more fell!
Faust.
How now, Mephisto? what the devil’s wrong?
I ne’er beheld a face one half so long!
Mephistopheles.
But that I am a devil myself, I’d sell
Both soul and body on the spot to hell!
Faust.