Of hanging clothes to dry. Or will you wait
Until my pretty enemy is free
To enter on her spiritual functions?
Faus. Peace! mocking spirit. Stay thy ribald tongue.
Dost thou, whom none believe, believe in none?
Meph. Nay, I’m the most confiding soul alive.
I credit all I’m told. Not by the tongue—
Men do not speak to me with tongues. No, no.
Man keeps his words and deeds for man’s behoof.
They speak a language that I cannot fathom.