And still the world remains in the same wild confusion!
The Young Witch.
Be quiet then, and seek some other place!
Proctophantasmist.
I tell you, Spirits, in your face,
This intellectual thrall I cannot bear it;
I love to have a free unshackled spirit. [The dance goes on.]
To-day I see that all my strength is spent in vain;
I’ve had a tour, at least, to compensate my evils,
And hope, before I come to Blocksberg back again,