Meph.Quite true—but see, she comes.
With your permission, and no doubt you’ll grant it,
I will withdraw—but ere I take my leave,
Allow me to congratulate you both
On the great happiness in store for you.
Gott. You’re more than good!
Meph.Some people seem to think so.
But then they flatter me—ha! ha! Good day!
[Exit.
Gott. At last! at last! Why, how I tremble! Strange!