We passed, without a call, to-day. 
At our last interview, before we parted
Much of his cousins did he speak, entreating
That we should give to each his kindly greeting.

(He bows to FROSCH.)

ALTMAYER (aside)

You have it now! he understands.

SIEBEL

A knave sharp-set!

FROSCH

Just wait awhile:  I’ll have him yet.

MEPHISTOPHELES

If I am right, we heard the sound
Of well-trained voices, singing chorus;
And truly, song must here rebound
Superbly from the arches o’er us.

FROSCH

Are you, perhaps, a virtuoso?

MEPHISTOPHELES

O no! my wish is great, my power is only so-so.

ALTMAYER

Give us a song!

MEPHISTOPHELES

If you desire, a number.

SIEBEL

So that it be a bran-new strain!

MEPHISTOPHELES

We’ve just retraced our way from.  Spain,
The lovely land of wine, and song, and slumber.

(Sings.)

There was a king once reigning,
Who had a big black flea—­

FROSCH

Hear, hear!  A flea!  D’ye rightly take the jest? 
I call a flea a tidy guest.

MEPHISTOPHELES (sings)

     There was a king once reigning,
     Who had a big black flea,
     And loved him past explaining,
     As his own son were he. 
     He called his man of stitches;
     The tailor came straightway: 
     Here, measure the lad for breeches. 
     And measure his coat, I say!

BRANDER

But mind, allow the tailor no caprices: 
Enjoin upon him, as his head is dear,
To most exactly measure, sew and shear,
So that the breeches have no creases!

MEPHISTOPHELES

     In silk and velvet gleaming
     He now was wholly drest—­
     Had a coat with ribbons streaming,
     A cross upon his breast. 
     He had the first of stations,
     A minister’s star and name;
     And also all his relations
     Great lords at court became.

     And the lords and ladies of honor
     Were plagued, awake and in bed;
     The queen she got them upon her,
     The maids were bitten and bled. 
     And they did not dare to brush them,
     Or scratch them, day or night: 
     We crack them and we crush them,
     At once, whene’er they bite.