MEPHISTOPHELES
Sith thou, O Lord, approachest near, And how we fare would'st fain have information, And thou of old wert glad to see me here, I stand to-day amid the courtly nation. Pardon; no words of fine address I know, Nor could, though all should hoot me down with sneers; My pathos would move laughter, and not tears, Wert thou not weaned from…