No More Learning

And then if it hits
And every thing fits,
We've thoughts for our winning.

_Faust [as before_]. Up to my heart the flame is flying!
Let us begone--there's danger near!

_Mephistopheles [in the former position_].
Well, this, at least, there's no denying,
That we have undissembled poets here.

[The kettle, which the she-monkey has hitherto left unmatched, begins to
run over; a great flame breaks out, which roars up the chimney. The_ WITCH
_comes riding down through the flame with a terrible outcry_. ]

_Witch_. Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
The damned beast! The cursed sow!
Neglected the kettle, scorched the Frau!
The cursed crew!
[_Seeing_ FAUST _and_ MEPHISTOPHELES. ]
And who are you?
And what d'ye do?
And what d'ye want?
And who sneaked in?
The fire-plague grim
Shall light on him
In every limb!

[_She makes a dive at the kettle with the skimmer and spatters flames
at _FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES_, and the creatures. These last whimper_. ]

MEPHISTOPHELES
[_inverting the brush which he holds in his hand, and striking
among the glasses and pots_].

In two! In two!
There lies the brew!
There lies the glass!
This joke must pass;
For time-beat, ass!