Omnes. Saints, save us! The door is thrown open at last!
Fust (re-enters, the door closing behind him).
As I promised, behold I perform! Apprehend you
The object I offer is poison or pest?
Receive without harm from the hand I extend you
A gift that shall set every scruple at rest!
Shrink back from mere paper-strips? Try them and test!
Still hesitate? Myk,-was it thou who lamentedst
Thy five wits clean failed thee to render aright