FAUST
Ah! in the midst of it there sprang
A red mouse from her mouth—sufficient reason.
MEPHISTOPHELES
That’s nothing! One must not so squeamish be;
So the mouse was not gray, enough for thee.
Who’d think of that in love’s selected season?
FAUST
Then saw I—.
MEPHISTOPHELES
What?
FAUST
Mephisto, seest thou there,