Then after many long and life-like dreams
Of married misery, black looks, rough words,
Hard blows and mutual discontent, thou’lt wake
And bless thy lucky stars it was a dream!
Dream on, my child, pray thou mayst never wake,
As I have done. Come, there is work to do.
[Exeunt together.
Enter Faustus and Mephisto.
Faus. At last, at last—unless my heart deceives me,
Here is the glade, and that should be her house.