ALTMAYER
[draws a stopper out of the table; fire flies at him].
I burn! I burn!
Siebel. Foul sorcery! Shame! Lay on! the rascal is fair game!
[They draw their knives and rush at MEPHISTOPHELES.]
Mephistopheles [with a serious mien].
Word and shape of air!
Change place, new meaning wear!
Be here—and there!
[They stand astounded and look at each other.]
Altmayer. Where am I? What a charming land!
Frosch. Vine hills! My eyes! Is't true?
Siebel. And grapes, too, close at hand!
Brander. Beneath this green see what a stem is growing!
See what a bunch of grapes is glowing!
[He seizes SIEBEL by the nose. The rest do the same to each
other and raise their knives.]
Mephistopheles [as above]. Loose, Error, from their eyes the band!
How Satan plays his tricks, you need not now be told of.
[He vanishes with FAUST, the companions start back from each
other.]