I’d ask you, longer here to tarry,
But evil tongues in this town have full play.
It’s as if nobody had nothing to fetch and carry,
Nor other labor,
But spying all the doings of one’s neighbor:
And one becomes the talk, do whatsoe’er one may.
Where is our couple now?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Flown up the alley yonder,
The wilful summer-birds!
MARTHA
He seems of her still fonder.
MEPHISTOPHELES
And she of him. So runs the world away!
