Sie. I?
Mep. No more bouquets for Marguerite.
Val. My sister! How knew you her name?
Mep. Take care, my brave fellow! Some one I know is destined to kill you. (Taking the cup.) Your health, gentlemen! Pah! What miserable wine! Allow me to offer you some from my cellar?
(Jumps on the table, and strikes on a little cask, surmounted by the effigy of the god Bacchus, which serves as a sign to the Inn.)
What ho! thou god of wine, now give us drink! (Wine gushes forth from cask, and Mephistopheles fills his goblet.) Approach, my friends! Each one shall be served to his liking. To your health, now and hereafter! To Marguerite!
Val. Enough! If I do not silence him, And that instantly, I will die.
(The wine bursts into flame.)
Wag. Hola!
Cho. Hola!