Let me alone! O'er a full glass you'll see, As easily I'll worm their secret out,
As draw an infant's tooth. I've not a doubt That my two gentlemen are nobly
born, They look dissatisfied and full of scorn.
They are but mountebanks, I'll lay a bet!
Mark me, I'll screw it from them yet!
These fellows would not scent the devil out, E'en though he had them by the
(Aside, glancing at Mephistopheles,)
How! goes the fellow on a halting foot?