ALL (as they draw the stoppers and the wine chosen by each runs into his glass)
Oh beauteous spring, which flows so far!
Spill not a single drop, of this beware!
[They drink repeatedly.]
Happy as cannibals are we,
Or as five hundred swine.
They’re in their glory, mark their elevation!
Let’s hence, nor here our stay prolong.
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)
Kind element, be still, I say!
(To the Company)
Of purgatorial fire as yet ’tis but a drop.
What means the knave! For this you’ll dearly
Us, it appears, you do not know.
Such tricks a second time he’d better show!
Methinks ’twere well we pack’d him quietly away.
What, sir! with us your hocus-pocus play!
Silence, old wine-cask!
How! add insult, too!
Hold! or blows shall rain on you!
ALTMAYER (draws a stopper out of the table; fire springs out against him) I burn! I burn!
’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 gale at one another.]
Where am I? What a beauteous land!
Vineyards! unless my sight deceives?
And clust’ring grapes too, close at hand!