Paunch! - withdraw, Why wilt thou plague thyself with thrashing straw? The
very best that thou dost know Thou dar'st not to the striplings show. One in
Poor lad! He must be tired, I trow; He must not go disconsolate. Hand me
thy cap and gown; the mask Is for my purpose quite first rate. (He changes
his dress.) Now leave it to my wit! I ask But quarter of an hour; meanwhile
equip, And make all ready for our pleasant trip!
Mephistopheles (in Faust's long gown)
Mortal! the loftiest attributes of men, Reason and Knowledge, only thus
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