Now, what shall come of this? the creatures antic,
The crazy stuff, the gestures frantic,—
All the repulsive cheats I view,—
Are known to me, and hated, too.
MEPHISTOPHELES
O, nonsense! That’s a thing for laughter;
Don’t be so terribly severe!
She juggles you as doctor now, that, after,
The beverage may work the proper cheer.
(He persuades FAUST to step into the circle.)
THE WITCH
(begins to declaim, with much emphasis, from the book)
See, thus it’s done!
Make ten of one,
And two let be,
Make even three,
And rich thou ’It be.
Cast o’er the four!
From five and six
(The witch’s tricks)
Make seven and eight,
’Tis finished straight!
And nine is one,
And ten is none.
This is the witch’s once-one’s-one!
FAUST
She talks like one who raves in fever.
MEPHISTOPHELES