Meph. Ah, pardon me—I know the maiden’s heart.
Gott. Sir, you are jesting!
Meph.Jesting? Not at all.
For two months past, the town, from end to end,
Has known no topic but your worship’s valour;
And while she trembled for your well-being,
Her bosom swelled with pride when brave men told
Of Gottfried’s chivalry. Oh, mark my words,
You have gained more promotion than you wot of!
Gott. Can this be true?