IX
PROMENADE
(FAUST, walking thoughtfully up and down. To him MEPHISTOPHELES.)
MEPHISTOPHELES
By all love ever rejected! By hell-fire hot and unsparing!
I wish I knew something worse, that I might use it for
swearing!
FAUST
What ails thee? What is’t gripes thee, elf?
A face like thine beheld I never.
MEPHISTOPHELES
I would myself unto the Devil deliver,
If I were not a Devil myself!