My friend, I give you here, your wit to whet,
A little lesson in witch-etiquette.
The Witch.
Now say, good sirs, what would you have with me?
Mephistopheles.
A glass of your restoring liquor,
That makes an old man’s blood run quicker:
And bring the best out from your bins;
With years the juice in virtue wins.
The Witch.