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MEPHISTOPHELES (FAUST, _walking thoughtfully up and down. To him_ MEPHISTOPHELES.): By all love ever rejected! By hell-fire hot and unsparing! I wish I knew something worse, that I might use it for swearing!
FAUST: What ails thee? What is't gripes thee, elf? A face like thine beheld I never.