MEPHISTOPHELES
They have flown up there,
The wanton butterflies!
MARTHA
He seems to take to her.
And she to him. 'Tis of the world the way!
A SUMMER-HOUSE
[MARGARET runs in, hides behind the door, holds the tip of her finger to her lip, and peeps through the crevice.]
MARGARET
He comes!
FAUST
Ah, little rogue, so thou
Think'st to provoke me! I have caught thee now!