Mar. At his old tricks! Then there is nothing left?
Meph. You wrong him there; he left a priceless treasure,
Compared with which his other paltry gains
Sink into nothingness—a charming widow!
Mar. You’re very good.
Meph.I speak the simple truth.
Come, take good heart. You waste your tears upon
A man who priced you far below your worth.
You’re young, and (pardon me) attractive still.
Spend one chaste year of lonely widowhood,