MEPHISTOPHELES
Now, there you are! O holy man!
Is it the first time in your life you’re driven
To bear false witness in a case?
Of God, the world and all that in it has a place,
Of Man, and all that moves the being of his race,
Have you not terms and definitions given
With brazen forehead, daring breast?
And, if you’ll probe the thing profoundly,
Knew you so much—and you’ll confess it roundly!—
As here of Schwerdtlein’s death and place of rest?
FAUST
Thou art, and thou remain’st, a sophist, liar.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Yes, knew I not more deeply thy desire.
For wilt thou not, no lover fairer,
Poor Margaret flatter, and ensnare her,
And all thy soul’s devotion swear her?
FAUST
And from my heart.
MEPHISTOPHELES
’Tis very fine!