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102 The Monkeys

While we can warm our paws she'll stay.

Mephistopheles (to FAUST)

What think you of the charming creatures?

Faust

I loathe alike their form and features!

Mephistopheles

Nay, such discourse, be it confessed, Is just the thing that pleases me the best.

(To the MONKEYS)

Tell me, ye whelps, accursed crew! What stir ye in the broth about?

Monkeys Coarse beggar’s gruel here we stew.

Mephistopheles

Of customers you'll have a rout.

The He-Monkey

(approaching and fawning on MEPHISTOPHELES)

Quick! quick! throw the dice, Make me rich in a trice, Oh give me the prize! Alas, for myself! Had I plenty of pelf, I then should be wise.

Mephistopheles

How blest the ape would think himself, if he Could only put into the lottery!