I never saw such tasteless would-be-drolls!
Mephistopheles.
Pooh! pooh!—I know no greater delectation
On earth, than such a merry conversation.
[To the brutes.] Now let us hear, you pretty dolls,
What are you stirring there in the pot?
The Brutes.
Soup for beggars, hissing and hot,
Thin and watery, that’s the stew.
Mephistopheles.