Faust. [as above]
I burn, I burn! this rapturous glow
Consumes me sheer!—come, let us go!
Mephistopheles. [as above]
One must, at least, confess that they
Are honest poets in their way.
[The kettle, which had been neglected by the Mother Cat-Ape begins to boil over: A great flame arises, and runs up the chimney. The Witch comes through the flame, down the chimney, with a terrible noise.
The Witch.
Ow! ow! ow! ow!
Thou damnèd brute! thou cursèd sow!