Faus. (entranced). Great grace of Heaven!
Is this indeed a form of mortal mould?
Speak, tempter, speak!
Meph.Ay, flesh and blood, like yours,
Taken, haphazard, from a world of women!
How say you? Is she not exceeding fair?
Is there not innocence in every line
Of that pure, face? Is aught more virginal
Than the sweet sadness of those downcast eyes
Bent on her breviary? And yet withal,