But then, again to something new.
Faust.
You might employ your time some better way
Than thus to plague me on a happy day.
Mephistopheles.
Well, well! I do not grudge you quiet,
You need my aid, and you cannot deny it.
There is not much to lose, I trow,
With one so harsh, and gruff, and mad as thou.
Toil! moil! from morn to ev’n, so on it goes!