MARTHA
The garden, then, behind my house, we'll name,
There we'll await you both this evening.
A STREET
FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES
FAUST
How is it now? How speeds it? Is't in train?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Bravo! I find you all aflame!
Gretchen full soon your own you'll name.
This eve, at neighbor Martha's, her you'll meet again;
The woman seems expressly made
To drive the pimp and gipsy's trade.
FAUST
Good!