FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES.
_Mep._
(carrying a casket under his arm).
What ho! see here!
If flowers are more potent than bright jewels,
Then I consent to lose my power.
(Opens the casket and displays the jewels.)
_Faust._ Let us fly; I ne'er will see her more.
_Mep._ What scruple now assails thee?
(Lays the casket on the threshold of the pavilion.)
See on yonder step,
The jewels snugly lie;
We've reason now to hope.
(Draws FAUST after him, and disappears in the garden.
MARGUERITE enters through the doorway at the back,
and advances silently to the front.)
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