I long have thought myself a fool;
Now shallow to myself I seem, and dull.
BACCALAUREUS
That pleases me! Like reason that doth sound;
The first old man of sense I yet have found!
MEPHISTOPHELES
I sought for hidden treasures, genuine gold—
And naught but hideous ashes forth I bore!
BACCALAUREUS
Confess that pate of yours, though bare and old,
Than yonder hollow skull is worth no more!
MEPHISTOPHELES (good-naturedly)
Thou know'st not, friend, how rude is thy reply.