Thanked her no less, and thanked her no more,
Than had it been so many nuts in a basket;
On heavenly treasures then held an oration,
Much, of course, to their edification.
Faust.
And Margaret?
Mephistopheles.
Sits now in restless mood,
Knows neither what she would, nor what she should;
Broods o’er the trinkets night and day,