Faust. [as above]
I burn, I burn! this rapturous glow
Consumes me sheer!—come, let us go!
Mephistopheles. [as above]
One must, at least, confess that they
Are honest poets in their way.
[The kettle, which had been neglected by the Mother Cat-Ape begins to boil over: A great flame arises, and runs up the chimney. The Witch comes through the flame, down the chimney, with a terrible noise.
The Witch.
Ow! ow! ow! ow!
Thou damnèd brute! thou cursèd sow!
To leave the kettle and singe the frow!
Thou cursed imp, thou!
[Turning to Faust and Mephistopheles.]
What’s this here now?
Who are you? who are you?
What’s here ado?
Ye are scouts! ye are scouts!
Out with the louts!
A fiery arrow
Consume your marrow!
[She plunges the ladle into the kettle, and spurts out flame on Faust, Mephistopheles, and the Brutes. These last whine.
Mephistopheles. [Who, in the meantime, had turned round the butt-end of the brush, now dashes in amongst the pots and glasses.]
In two! in two!
There lies the broth!
The glass and the kettle,
Shiver them both!
’Tis a jest, thou must know,
Thou carrion crow!
’Tis a tune to keep time,
To thy senseless rhyme.
[While the Witch, foaming with rage and fury, draws back.]
What! know’st me not? thou scrag! thou Jezebel!
Thy lord and master? thou should’st know me well.
What hinders me, in all my strength to come
And crush you and your cat-imps ’neath my thumb?
Know’st not the scarlet-doublet, mole-eyed mother?
Bow’st not the knee before the famed cock’s feather?
Use your old eyes; behind a mask
Did I conceal my honest face?
And when I come here must I ask
