Because, my love, 'tis true!
MARGUERITE. And your degree
You say you got by some mysterious way?
FAUST. Yes. Hush! I see Mephisto rise to claim
Me for his own! Oh horror! Demon, speak!
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MEPH. You are my minion for a six-month more;
Your parchment will I burn, - 'tis forfeit!
I now command you come and follow me.
FAUST (laughing). Nay, good Mephisto, storm and rage at will,
The sheep-skin now I value not a whit,
For love is worth a world of such vile things,
And love and I are one! So get thee gone.
MEPH. I bid thee leave, and follow my command.
FAUST. Nay, you forget there is one power above
Thine own rebellious might - and that is love.
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