Margaret. I scarce know what you mean. Mephistopheles. Sweet guileless heart! Ladies, farewell! Margaret. Farewell! Martha. One word before we part! I fain would have it solemnly averred, How my dear husband died, and where he was interred. Order was aye my special virtue; and 'Tis right both where and when he died should stand In the newspapers. Mephistopheles. Yes, when two attest, As Scripture saith, the truth is manifest. I have a friend, who, at your requisition, Before the judge will make a deposition. I'll bring him here. Martha. Yes, bring him with you, do! Mephistopheles. And we shall meet your fair young lady too? [_To_ /Margaret/.] A gallant youth!--has been abroad, and seen The world--a perfect cavalier, I trow. Margaret. 'Twould make me blush, should he bestow A single look on one so mean. Mephistopheles. You have no cause to be ashamed before The proudest king that ever sceptre bore. Martha. This evening, in the garden then, behind The house, you'll find warm hearts and welcome kind! Scene VIII. _A Street._ Faust. How now? what news? how speed your labors? Mephistopheles. Bravo! 'tis well you are on fire; Soon shall you have your heart's desire. This evening you shall meet her at her neighbor's; A dame 'tis to a nicety made For the bawd and gipsy trade. Faust. 'Tis well. Mephistopheles. But you must lend a hand, and so must I. Faust. One good turn deserves another. Mephistopheles. We must appear before a judge together, And solemnly there testify That stiff and stark her worthy spouse doth lie, Beside the shrine of holy Antony. Faust. Most wise! we must first make a goodly travel! Mephistopheles. _Sancta simplicitas!_ what stuff you drivel! We may make oath, and not know much about it. Faust. If that's your best, your best is bad. I scout it. Mephistopheles. O holy man that would outwit the devil! Is it the first time in your life that you Have sworn to what you knew could not be true? Of God, the world, and all that it contains, Of man, and all that circles in his veins, Or dwells within the compass of his brains, Have you not pompous definitions given, With swelling breast and dogmatizing brow, As if you were an oracle from heaven? And yet, if the plain truth you will avow, You knew as much of all these things, in faith, As now you know of Master Schwerdtlein's death! Faust. Thou art, and wert, a sophist and a liar. Mephistopheles. Yes, unless one could mount a little higher. To-morrow I shall hear you pour False vows that silly girl before, Swear to do everything to serve her, And love her with a quenchless fervor. Faust. And from my heart too.