But why the charming damsel leave, I pray,
Who to you in the dance so sweetly sang?
FAUST
Ah! in the very middle of her lay,
Out of her mouth a small red mouse there sprang.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Suppose there did! One must not be too nice.
'Twas well it was not gray, let that suffice.
Who 'mid his pleasures for a trifle cares?
FAUST
Then saw I—
MEPHISTOPHELES
What?