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OLDHAM
The top one?
BRANDER
Yes.
OLDHAM
Once more, I thought so. You and Midge would look Nice in a box! Yes, I will pay for one If you will take it.
BRANDER
Oh, leave me alone!
FAUST
Who is this "Midge" you speak of?
OLDHAM
Midge, dear Faust, Is short for Margaret; which, you may guess, Describes a lady of the female sex; Said person being serviceably employed As maid-of-all-work for some ancient dame In Brander's own apartment house. She has, Beside what other virtues I know not, A most bewitching ankle and a taste For opera. And dear Brander's kindly heart Is so moved by the sight of these combined, He sometimes sneaks, by lonely alley-ways, With his fair Midge, and in the gallery High out of sight of all of us enjoys Her and the opera.
FAUST
I did not know You had a lady-love.
BRANDER
It's hardly that! But she's a mighty jolly little thing.
FAUST
What sort of girl is she?
BRANDER
A mighty nice one! Full of all kinds of happiness; but shy. I'd like to see some rounder try to speak To her on Broadway. She looks like a lady!
FAUST
That is too bad.
BRANDER
Oh, pshaw! Don't lecture me; I'm not a saint; in fact, few of us are.
FAUST
Unfortunately not. I least of all. And yet I wonder if.... However, I Do not presume to lecture you. Remember One thing, though, as my friend. Your Midge has deeps Not pleasant under her if you let go.
BRANDER
Oh, I will not let go!... Not yet, at least.
OLDHAM
Faust really means it, strange as it may seem. Of late he has turned moralist.
FAUST
Not quite: But just a little tired of pursuits That end regretfully.
OLDHAM
Well, don't pursue....
BRANDER
See, what a night it is! The stars are out As if a bucketful of them had spilled Across the sky. And here we sit like owls, Blinking and staring at a little fire When heaven is burning! I'm afraid it's time For me to leave this owlish parliament; And I shall probably knock holes in half The windows of the town as I walk home Star-gazingly. And here it's after twelve! I might have guessed it from the fatal fact That we'd begun to talk philosophy: No sane man ever does, except in hours When by all rights he should be sound asleep. Good night to both of you. And don't stay up Talking till morning.
OLDHAM
Well, good night.
FAUST
Good night, Brander, I'm sorry you must go: come in Quite soon again, and I will try to be Less disagreeable than I was to-night.
OLDHAM
I'll bet he takes an arc-light for a star!
FAUST
He is warm-hearted; I am fond of him. But Midge!... However, one can say no more....
OLDHAM
He's a good fellow; but he tires me Sometimes.
FAUST
Dear boy, I envy him.
OLDHAM
Of course, And so do I; but I would not exchange Heads for a kingdom.
FAUST
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