Mephistopheles. But first give heed, their bestiality Will make a glorious demonstration.
SIEBEL
[drinks carelessly; the wine is spilt upon the ground
and turns to flame].
Help! fire! Ho! Help! The flames of hell!
_Mephistopheles [conjuring the flame]. Peace, friendly element, be still! [To the Toper.] This time 'twas but a drop of fire from purgatory.
Siebel. What does this mean? Wait there, or you'll be sorry! It seems you do not know us well.
Frosch. Not twice, in this way, will it do to joke us!
Altmayer. I vote, we give him leave himself here scarce to make.
Siebel. What, sir! How dare you undertake To carry on here your old hocus-pocus?
Mephistopheles. Be still, old wine-cask!
Siebel. Broomstick, you! Insult to injury add? Confound you!
Brander. Stop there! Or blows shall rain down round you!