May this wild scene my senses spare!
This, may in truth be called a fair!
MEPHISTOPHELES
Upward the eddying concourse throng;
Thinking to push, thyself art push'd along.
FAUST
Who's that, pray?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Mark her well! That's Lilith.
FAUST
Who?
May this wild scene my senses spare!
This, may in truth be called a fair!
Upward the eddying concourse throng;
Thinking to push, thyself art push'd along.
Who's that, pray?
Mark her well! That's Lilith.
Who?