So much as his disgusting leer.

His face stabs like a dagger through my heart!

Faust.

Sweet doll! thou hast no cause to fear.

Margaret.

It makes my blood to freeze when he comes near.

To other men I have no lack

Of kindly thoughts; but as I long

To see thy face, I shudder back

From him. That he’s a knave I make no doubt;