Mephistopheles. Here is a casket, of a goodly weight; Its former lord, I ween, bewails its fate. Come, put it in the press. I swear She'll lose her senses when she sees it there. The trinkets that I stowed within it Were bait meant for a nobler prey: But child is child, and play is play! Faust. I know not--shall I? Mephistopheles. Can you doubt a minute? Would you then keep the dainty pelf, Like an old miser, to yourself? If so, I would advise you, sir, To spare your squire the bitter toil, And with some choicer sport the hour beguile Than looking lustfully at her. I scratch my head and rub my hands that you-- [_He puts the casket into the cupboard, and locks the door again._] Come, let's away!-- With this sweet piece of womanhood may do, As will may sway; And you stand there, And gape and stare, As if you looked into a lecture-room, And there with awe The twin grey spectres bodily saw, Physics and Metaphysics! Come! [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ /Margaret/, _with a lamp._ Margaret. It is so sultry here, so hot! [_She opens the window._] And yet so warm without 'tis not. I feel--I know not how--oppressed; Would to God that my mother came! A shivering cold runs o'er my frame-- I'm but a silly timid girl at best! [_While taking off her clothes, she sings._] There was a king in Thule, True-hearted to his grave: To him his dying lady A golden goblet gave. He prized it more than rubies; At every drinking-bout His eyes they swam in glory, When he would drain it out. On his death-bed he counted His cities one by one; Unto his heirs he left them; The bowl he gave to none. He sat amid his barons, And feasted merrily, Within his father's castle, That beetles o'er the sea. There stood the old carouser, And drank his life's last glow; Then flung the goblet over Into the sea below. He saw it fall, and gurgling Sink deep into the sea; His eyes they sank in darkness; No bumper more drank he.