Faus. (recollecting himself). True, true, thy fortune! Come. (Looking at her palm.)
Ah, Gretchen, Gretchen, be thou on thy guard!
There cometh one to woo thee. Oh, beware,
Take heed of him—he is no honest man!
Gret. And do I know him, sir?
Faus.Ay, in some sort,
Thou knowest his smooth face, his specious tongue;
But there is that within his evil heart
Of which thou knowest little! Oh, my child,
Beware of him! My child, beware of him!