Faus. Well, well—go on—she is thy kinswoman.
Thou hast a goodly presence—and I know
Thy heart is honest. Thou hast told thy love?
Gott. I, dare to speak of love to Gretchen? No!
I’m a rough soldier—barrack-born and bred.
My life’s a tavern life—- my closest friends
Are all rough soldiers; and the air I breathe
Reeks with unholy jests and fumes of wine!
I, dare to speak of love to Gretchen? Why,
My tongue would shrivel at the blasphemy!