Methinks a magic coil our feet around,
He for a future snare doth lightly spread.
WAGNER
FAUST
The circle narrows, he's already near!
WAGNER
A dog dost see, no spectre have we here;
He growls, doubts, lays him on his belly, too,
And wags his tail—as dogs are wont to do.
FAUST
Come hither, Sirrah! join our company!
WAGNER
A very poodle, he appears to be!
Thou standest still, for thee he'll wait;
Thou speak'st to him, he fawns upon thee straight;
Aught thou mayst lose, again he'll bring,
And for thy stick will into water spring.