Faust: Part One
The He-ape
(comes up and fawns on MEPHISTOPHELES)
O cast thou the dice!
Make me rich in a trice,
Let me win in good season!
Things are badly controlled,
And had I but gold,
So had I my reason.
How would the ape be sure his luck enhances.
Could he but try the lottery’s chances!
(In the meantime the young apes have been playing with a large ball, which they now roll forward.)