Part 44 (2/2)

Sir Doctor, don't retreat, I pray!

Stand by: I'll lead, if you'll but tarry: Out with your spit, without delay!

You've but to lunge, and I will parry.

VALENTINE

Then parry that!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Why not? 'tis light.

VALENTINE

That, too!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Of course.

VALENTINE

I think the Devil must fight!

How is it, then? my hand's already lame:

MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST)

Thrust home!

VALENTINE (jails)

O G.o.d!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Now is the lubber tame!

But come, away! 'Tis time for us to fly; For there arises now a murderous cry.

With the police 'twere easy to compound it, But here the penal court will sift and sound it.

[Exit with FAUST.

MARTHA (at the window)

Come out! Come out!

MARGARET (at the window)

Quick, bring a light!

MARTHA (as above)

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