All. [singing]
No king of cannibals to day
More bravely rules the drinking bout,
Than we, when, like five hundred swine,
We drain the brimming bumpers out!
Mephistopheles. [to Faust]
Look at the fellows now!—are they not merry?
Faust.
I feel inclined to go!—’tis getting late.
Mephistopheles.