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104 He knows not the pot! He knows not the kettle!

Mephistopheles

Unmannerly beast! Be civil at least!

The He-Monkey

Take the whisk and sit down in the settle! (He makes MEPHISTOPHELES sit down.)

Faust

(who all this time has been standing before a looking-glass, now approaching, and now retiring from it) What do I see? what form, whose charms transcend The loveliness of earth, is mirror'd here! O Love, to waft me to her sphere, To me the swiftest of thy pinions lend! Alas! If I remain not rooted to this place, If to approach more near I’m fondly lur'd, Her image fades, in veiling mist obscur'd! Model of beauty both in form and face! Is't possible? Hath woman charms so rare? In this recumbent form, supremely fair, The essence must I see of heavenly grace? Can aught so exquisite on earth be found?

Mephistopheles

The six days' labour of a god, my friend, Who doth himself cry bravo, at the end, By something clever doubtless should be crown'd. For this time gaze your fill, and when you please Just such a prize for you I can provide; How blest is he to whom kind fate decrees, To take her to his home, a lovely bride!