I read the heart and brain, and all they tell me,
With childlike faith, I readily accept.
Faus. I would my heart were as an open book,
That all might read therein! But who comes here?
By all the powers that rule mischance, ’tis Gottfried!
What shall I do? How justify myself
In my old comrade’s eyes?
Meph.Leave that to me.
Bear yourself boldly; put a good face on’t,
And I will frame excuses that will serve.