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Margaret runs in; fixes herself behind the door; holds the tip of her finger to her lips, and peeps through the crevice.
Margaret.
He comes.
Faustus.
Ah, rogue! and do you thus provoke me?
I've caught you at last.
[Kisses her.
[Mephistopheles knocks.
Faustus
(stamping).
Who's there?
Mephistopheles.
A friend.
Faustus.
A brute.
Mephistopheles.
Full time to go.
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(comes up.)
'Tis late, my lord.—
Faustus.
May I not see you home?
Margaret.
My mother would—farewell.
Faustus.
Must I then go?—
Farewell.
Martha.
Adieu!
Margaret.
To meet again, and soon.
[Exeunt Faustus and Mephistopheles.
Margaret.
How many things a man like this
Must know;—and I had but a “Yes,”
For every thing he said;—confused
By every word; yet he excused
Each fault of mine. What can it be,
That thus attaches him to me?
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