SIEBEL
(drinks carelessly; the wine is spilt upon the ground, and turns to flame) Help! fire! help! Hell is burning!
MEPHISTOPHELES
(addressing the flames)
Stop,
Kind element, be still, I say!
(To the Company.)
SIEBEL
What means the knave! For this you'll dearly pay!
Us, it appears, you do not know.
FROSCH
Such tricks a second time he'd better show!