A pair of them comes slinking by.
If ’tis the man I look for, I
Will dust his coat so well he’ll not,
By Jove! go living from the spot! [Retires.
Enter Faust and Mephistopheles.
Faust.
As from the window of the vestry there,
The light of the undying lamp doth glare,
And sidewards gleameth, dimmer still and dimmer,
Till darkness closes round its fitful glimmer,