MEPHISTOPHELES
They're in their glory, mark their elevation!
FAUST
Let's hence, nor here our stay prolong.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Attend, of brutishness ere long
You'll see a glorious revelation.
SIEBEL (drinks carelessly; the wine is spilt upon the ground, and turns to fame)
Help! fire! help! Hell is burning!
MEPHISTOPHELES (addressing the flames)
Stop,
Kind element, be still, I say!
(To the Company)
Of purgatorial fire as yet 'tis but a drop.