Angliski tā (atdzejojis Bayard Taylor):
VALENTINE (comes forward)
Whom wilt thou lure? God’s-element!
Rat-catching piper, thou!—perdition!
To the Devil, first, the instrument!
To the Devil, then, the curst musician!
MEPHISTOPHELES
The cither’s smashed! For nothing more ’tis fitting.
VALENTINE
There’s yet a skull I must be splitting!
MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST)
Sir Doctor, don’t retreat, I pray!
Stand by: I’ll lead, if you’ll but tarry:
Out with your spit, without delay!
You’ve but to lunge, and I will parry.