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2020-08-10 07:47:48  Դձ
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Should I advise it else, sweet love?

ʱƱַ廭

Faust

Faust (as above)

How mean you, Sir?

ʱƱַ ɻ

And you?

As if his frame love wasted.

ʱƱַйҶ ۻ

Faust

Mephistopheles

While fresh upon my legs, so long I naught require, Except this knotty staff.Beside, What boots it to abridge a pleasant way? Along the labyrinth of thesevales to creep, Then scale these rocks, whence, in eternal spray, Adown thecliffs the silvery fountains leap: Such is the joy that seasons paths like these!Spring weaves already in the birchen trees; E'en the late pine - grove feels herquickening powers; Should she not work within these limbs of ours?Mephistopheles

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What thus I hear Sounds plausible, yet I'm not reconciled; There's somethingwrong about it; much I fear That thou art not a Christian.Faust

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ʱƱַѩ人Ϻг ̻ͣҵ And if he is, what matters it to me! With you he'll walk, he'll dance with nonebut you, And with your pleasures what have I to do?The Second ϸ

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