Finds the right way, though lit but by a spark.
Mephistopheles.
Well, well; short time will show; into my net
I’ll draw the fish, and then I’ve won my bet;
And when I’ve carried through my measure
Loud blast of trump shall blaze my glory;
Dust shall he eat, and that with pleasure,
Like my cousin the snake in the rare old story.
The Lord.
And thou mayst show thee here in upper sky