Soon shall we have a glorious revelation
Of the pure beast in man, if you but wait.
Siebel. [drinks carelessly; the wine falls to the ground and becomes flame]
Help! fire! the devil’s here! death and damnation!
Mephistopheles. [Addressing himself to the flames]
Peace, friendly element! be still!
[To the company.] This time ’twas but a spurt of purgatorial flame.
Siebel.
What’s that?—you little know your men; we’ll tame
Your impudence, you juggling knave, we will!