Mephistopheles.
With your permission, we will make so free,
As to intrude upon your company.
The host’s poor wines may keep us in sobriety,
But we at least enjoy your good society.
Altmayer.
Our wine is good; and, for to speak the truth,
Your mother fed you with too nice a tooth.
Frosch.
When left you Rippach? you must have been pressed