MEPHISTOPHELES
Sits unrestful still,
And knows not what she should, or will;
Thinks on the jewels, day and night,
But more on him who gave her such delight.
FAUST
The darling’s sorrow gives me pain.
Get thou a set for her again!
The first was not a great display.
MEPHISTOPHELES
O yes, the gentleman finds it all child’s-play!
FAUST
Fix and arrange it to my will;
And on her neighbor try thy skill!
Don’t be a Devil stiff as paste,
But get fresh jewels to her taste!
MEPHISTOPHELES
Yes, gracious Sir, in all obedience!