Faust.
Whet not thy rows of voracious teeth at me! I loathe it!—Great and glorious Spirit, who didst condescend to reveal thyself to me, who knowest my heart and my soul, wherefore didst thou yoke me to this vilest of complices, who feeds on mischief and banquets on destruction?
Mephistopheles.
Art done?
Faust.
Deliver her! or woe thee!—the direst of curses lie on thee for ever!
Mephistopheles.
I cannot loose the bonds of the avenger, nor open his bars.—Deliver her! Who was it that plunged her into ruin? I or thou?
[Faust looks wildly round.
Mephistopheles. [continues]