Mar.Why, that was well done.
Brave man!
Meph.Brave man!
Mar.And what got he by that?
Meph. His share of prize-money—twelve thousand marks!
Mar. Twelve thousand marks! a fortune in itself!
May Heaven forgive me all my angry words!
He had a brave good heart. Where is the money?
Meph. Ask his good heart. He never could resist
A tale of sorrow eloquently told.