Abortion, thou, of filth and fire!
MEPHISTOPHELES
And then, how masterly she reads physiognomy!
When I am present she’s impressed, she knows not how;
She in my mask a hidden sense would read:
She feels that surely I’m a genius now,—
Perhaps the very Devil, indeed!
Well, well,—to-night—?
FAUST
What’s that to thee?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Yet my delight ’twill also be!
