FAUST

An angel, if like thee!

MARGARET

I brought it up, and it was fond of me. 
Father had died before it saw the light,
And mother’s case seemed hopeless quite,
So weak and miserable she lay;
And she recovered, then, so slowly, day by day. 
She could not think, herself, of giving
The poor wee thing its natural living;
And so I nursed it all alone
With milk and water:  ’twas my own. 
Lulled in my lap with many a song,
It smiled, and tumbled, and grew strong.

FAUST

The purest bliss was surely then thy dower.

MARGARET

But surely, also, many a weary hour. 
I kept the baby’s cradle near
My bed at night:  if ’t even stirred, I’d guess it,
And waking, hear. 
And I must nurse it, warm beside me press it,
And oft, to quiet it, my bed forsake,
And dandling back and forth the restless creature take,
Then at the wash-tub stand, at morning’s break;
And then the marketing and kitchen-tending,
Day after day, the same thing, never-ending. 
One’s spirits, Sir, are thus not always good,
But then one learns to relish rest and food.

[They pass.

MARTHA

Yes, the poor women are bad off, ’tis true: 
A stubborn bachelor there’s no converting.

MEPHISTOPHELES

It but depends upon the like of you,
And I should turn to better ways than flirting.

MARTHA

Speak plainly, Sir, have you no one detected? 
Has not your heart been anywhere subjected?

MEPHISTOPHELES

The proverb says:  One’s own warm hearth
And a good wife, are gold and jewels worth.

MARTHA

I mean, have you not felt desire, though ne’er so slightly?

MEPHISTOPHELES

I’ve everywhere, in fact, been entertained politely.

MARTHA

I meant to say, were you not touched in earnest, ever?

MEPHISTOPHELES

One should allow one’s self to jest with ladies never.

MARTHA
Ah, you don’t understand!

MEPHISTOPHELES

I’m sorry I’m so blind: 
But I am sure—­that you are very kind.

[They pass.

FAUST

And me, thou angel! didst thou recognize,
As through the garden-gate I came?