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ving fled the world, now dwells In shining gladness. Guarded, deep, sublime With lights and shadows, lies it: there have hearts The weariest and the greatest of mankind Found perfect refuge and abiding-place For time and for eternity. To few Its gates are open: it I promise you If you but trust me! FAUST But why should I trust you? If history speaks true, you have deceived All who, since Eve, have put their faith in you. Further, your paradise could hardly have Joys in it worth the grasping, to my taste. So pardon me if frankly I admit I doubt your promise. SATAN Ah, you are wholly wrong! I am quite honest with you, now having learned Your true capacity. FAUST Perhaps, perhaps. And yet I must decline. SATAN You doubt me still. But I will prove my utter honesty Beyond contention. In my deepest soul, I know this paradise will serve your need; And to make plain to you my fair intent, I offer you a bargain whose clear terms Must drive your doubts away. I am prepared To pledge myself to be your abject slave And servant for all time if you yourself Do not acknowledge that my paradise Delights you wholly! FAUST Well! That _is_ an offer! SATAN What could be fairer? You yourself shall judge; And you risk nothing. Ah, your look still doubts! You have in mind those libellous poets' tales Of bonds inscribed in blood which I exact In payment, and destroy men's souls! My friend, Have I yet asked you for a bond of blood? And if I ever do, I give you leave To wring my neck unceremoniously. FAUST Well, for the life of me, I cannot read you! Yet let me ask: why such an eager will To serve a man into whose rooms you came By chance to-night? Why give yourself such pains To furnish him a paradise? SATAN There is No mystery in that. I would ally You to myself. FAUST Thanks, I decline. SATAN You fail To understand me. For I ask not this As promise of you. FAUST What, then, do you mean? What do you count on? Whence do you expect Pay for your trouble and your risk--a risk Not trivial, I warn you? SATAN Let me make The matter clear to you. I know quite well The risk is nothing, since my paradise Will utterly delight you. Granting this, Y
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