heart,
Yet has a relish for their wine.

SIEBEL (_as_ MEPHISTOPHELES _approaches him_)

I like not acid wine, I must allow,
Give me a glass of genuine sweet!

MEPHISTOPHELES (_bores_)

Tokay
Shall, if you wish it, flow without delay.

ALTMAYER

Come! look me in the face! no fooling now!
You are but making fun of us, I trow.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Ah! ah! that would indeed be making free
With such distinguished guests. Come, no delay;
What liquor can I serve you with, I pray?

ALTMAYER

Only be quick, it matters not to me.

_[After the holes are all bored and, stopped.]_

MEPHISTOPHELES (_with strange gestures_)

Grapes the vine-stock bears,
Horns the buck-goat wears!
Wine is sap, the vine is wood,
The wooden board yields wine as good.
With a deeper glance and true
The mysteries of nature view!
Have faith and here's a miracle!
Your stoppers draw and drink your fill!

ALL (_as they draw the stoppers and the wine chosen by
each runs into his glass_)

Oh beauteous spring, which flows so far!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Spill not a single drop, of this beware!

[_They drink repeatedly_.]

ALL _(sing)_

Happy as cannibals are we,
Or as five hundred swine.

MEPHISTOPHELES

They're in their glory, mark their elevation!

FAUST

Let's hence, nor here our stay prolong.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Attend, of brutishness ere long
You'll see a glorious revelation.

SIEBEL _(drinks carelessly; the wine is spilt upon the ground,
and turns to fame)_

Help! fire! help! Hell is burning!

MEPHISTOPHELES (_addressing the flames_)

Stop,
Kind element, be still, I say!
(_To the Company_)
Of purgatorial fire as yet 'tis but a drop.

SIEBEL

What means the knave! For this you'll dearly pay!
Us, it appears, you do not know.

FROSCH

Such tricks a second time he'd better show!

ALTMAYER

Methinks 'twere well we pack'd him quietly away.

SIEBEL

What, sir! with us your hocus-pocus play!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Silence, old wine-cask!

SIEBEL

How! add insult, too!
Vile broomstick!

BRANDER

Hold! or blows shall rain on you!

ALTMAYER (_draws a stopper out of the table; fire springs
out against him_)
I burn! I burn!

SIEBEL

'Tis sorcery, I vow!
Strike home! The fellow is fair game, I trow!
[_They draw their knives and attack_ MEPHISTOPHELES.]

MEPHISTOPHELES (_with solemn gestures_)

Visionary scenes appear!
Words delusive cheat the ear!
Be ye there, and be ye here!
[_They stand amazed and ga