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GOETHE
The Monkeys
While we can warm our paws she'll stay.
Mephistopheles (to FAUST)
What think you of the charming creatures?
Faust
I loathe alike their form and features!
Mephistopheles
Nay, such discourse, be it confessed, Is just the thing that pleases me the best.
(To the MONKEYS)
Tell me, ye whelps, accursed crew! What stir ye in the broth about?
Monkeys Coarse beggar’s gruel here we stew.
Mephistopheles
Of customers you'll have a rout.
The He-Monkey
(approaching and fawning on MEPHISTOPHELES)
Quick! quick! throw the dice, Make me rich in a trice, Oh give me the prize! Alas, for myself! Had I plenty of pelf, I then should be wise.
Mephistopheles
How blest the ape would think himself, if he Could only put into the lottery!
