Fair lady, may I thus make free
To offer you my arm and company?
MARGARET
I am no lady, am not fair,
Can without escort home repair.
(She disengages herself and exit.)
FAUST
By heaven! This girl is fair indeed!
No form like hers can I recall.
Virtue she hath, and modest heed,
Is piquant too, and sharp withal.
Her cheek's soft light, her rosy lips,
No length of time will e'er eclipse!
Her downward glance in passing by,
Deep in my heart is stamp'd for aye;
How curt and sharp her answer too,
To ecstasy the feeling grew!
(MEPHISTOPHZLES enters.)
FAUST
This girl must win for me! Dost hear?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Which?