We'll bear them off, and on new ground
Set them, ere one can look around.
The violence outlived and past,
Shall a fair home atone at last.
[He whistles shrilly.]
THE THREE enter
MEPHISTOPHELES
Come! straight fulfil the lord's behest;
The fleet tomorrow he will feast.
THE THREE
The old lord us did ill requite;
A sumptuous feast is ours by right.
MEPHISTOPHELES (to the spectators)
What happ'd of old, here happens too:
Still Naboth's vineyard meets the view.
(I Kings, xvi.)