Altmayer. No, sirs, just look me in the eye! I see through this, 'tis what the chaps call smoking.
Mephistopheles. Come now! That would be serious joking,
To make so free with worthy men.
But quickly now! Speak out again!
With what description can I serve you?
Altmayer. Wait not to ask; with any, then.
[After all the holes are bored and stopped.]
Mephistopheles [with singular gestures].
From the vine-stock grapes we pluck;
Horns grow on the buck;
Wine is juicy, the wooden table,
Like wooden vines, to give wine is able.
An eye for nature's depths receive!
Here is a miracle, only believe!
Now draw the plugs and drink your fill!
ALL
[drawing the stoppers, and catching each in his glass
the wine he had desired].
Sweet spring, that yields us what we will!
Mephistopheles. Only be careful not a drop to spill!
[They drink repeatedly.]
All [sing]. We're happy all as cannibals,
Five hundred hogs together.
Mephistopheles. Look at them now, they're happy as can be!
Faust. To go would suit my inclination.