If I mistook not, didn't we hear
Some well-trained voices chorus
singing?
Faust, a Tragedy by Goethe
You supped with Mister Hans not long since, I dare say?
_Mephistopheles_. We passed him on the road today!
Fine man! it grieved us parting with him, greatly.
He'd much to say to us about his cousins,
And sent to each, through us, his compliments by dozens.
[_He bows to_ FROSCH.]
_Altmayer_ [_softly_]. You've got it there! he takes!
_Siebel_. The chap don't want for wit!
_Frosch_. I'll have him next time, wait a bit!
_Mephistopheles_.
If I mistook not, didn't we hear
Some well-trained voices chorus
singing?
'Faith, music must sound finely here.
From all these echoing arches ringing!
_Frosch_. You are perhaps a connoisseur?
_Mephistopheles_. O no! my powers are small, I'm but an amateur.
