ALL
[_drawing the stoppers, and catching each in his glass
the wine he had desired_].
[_drawing the stoppers, and catching each in his glass
the wine he had desired_].
Faust, a Tragedy by Goethe
I see through this, 'tis what the chaps call smoking.
_Mephistopheles_. Come now! That would be serious joking,
To make so free with worthy men.
But quickly now! Speak out again!
With what description can I serve you?
_Altmayer_. Wait not to ask; with any, then.
[_After all the holes are bored and stopped_. ]
_Mephistopheles_ [_with singular gestures_].
From the vine-stock grapes we pluck;
Horns grow on the buck;
Wine is juicy, the wooden table,
Like wooden vines, to give wine is able.
An eye for nature's depths receive!
Here is a miracle, only believe!
Now draw the plugs and drink your fill!
ALL
[_drawing the stoppers, and catching each in his glass
the wine he had desired_].
Sweet spring, that yields us what we will!
_Mephistopheles_. Only be careful not a drop to spill!
[_They drink repeatedly_. ]
_All_ [_sing_]. We're happy all as cannibals,
Five hundred hogs together.
_Mephistopheles_. Look at them now, they're happy as can be!
_Faust_. To go would suit my inclination.
_Mephistopheles_. But first give heed, their bestiality
Will make a glorious demonstration.
SIEBEL
[_drinks carelessly; the wine is spilt upon the ground
and turns to flame_].
Help! fire!
