To drink a certain brown potation out.
Faust.
It seems ’tis your delight to play the scout.
Mephistopheles.
Omniscient am I not; but many things I know.
Faust.
If, in that moment’s wild confusion,
A well-known tone of blithesome youth
Had power, by memory’s dear delusion,
To cheat me with the guise of truth;