To clothe them, and to put them to a trade,
From toil and labour I had no release,
And could not even eat my own thin slice in peace.”
Martha.
Can it then be? has he forgotten quite
My fag and drudgery, by day and night?
Mephistopheles.
Not quite! attend the sequel of my tale.
“When last we sailed from Malta”—so he said,
“For wife and children fervently I prayed,