Mephistopheles. Ha! ha!--no little risk, methinks, I ran, To venture tricks with noble guests like you. Come! make your choice, speak boldly out, and I Will do my best your wish to gratify. Altmayer. Give me what wine you please!--only not much ado. [_After having bored and stopped up all the holes._ Mephistopheles. [_with strange gestures_] Grapes on the vine grow! Horns on the goat! The wine is juicy, the vine is of wood, The wooden table can give it as good. Look into Nature's depths with me! Whoso hath faith shall wonders see! Now draw the corks, and quaff the wine! All. [_drawing the corks, and quaffing the out-streaming liquor each as he had desired_] O blessed stream!--O fount divine! Mephistopheles. Drink on! only be cautious in your hurry. [_They drink freely._ All. [_singing_] No king of cannibals to day More bravely rules the drinking bout, Than we, when, like five hundred swine, We drain the brimming bumpers out! Mephistopheles. [_to_ /Faust/] Look at the fellows now!--are they not merry? Faust. I feel inclined to go!--'tis getting late. Mephistopheles. Soon shall we have a glorious revelation Of the pure beast in man, if you but wait. Siebel. [_drinks carelessly; the wine falls to the ground and becomes flame_] Help! fire! the devil's here! death and damnation! Mephistopheles. [_Addressing himself to the flames_] Peace, friendly element! be still! [_To the company._] This time 'twas but a spurt of purgatorial flame. Siebel. What's that?--you little know your men; we'll tame Your impudence, you juggling knave, we will! Frosch. 'Twere dangerous to repeat such gambols here! Altmayer. Methinks 'twere best to whisper in his ear That he had better leave the room. Siebel. What, sirrah? do you then presume To play your hocus-pocus here? Mephistopheles. Peace, old wine-cask! Siebel. You broomstick, you! Must we then bear your insolence too? Brander. Wait! wait! it shall rain blows anon! Altmayer. [_draws a stopper from the table, and fire rushes out on him_] I burn! I burn! Siebel. There's witchcraft in his face! The fellow's an outlaw! strike him down! [_They draw their knives and attack_ /Mephistopheles/. Mephistopheles. [_with serious mien_] False be eye, and false be ear! Change the sense, and change the place! Now be there, and now be here! [_They look as thunderstruck, and stare at one another._ Altmayer. Where am I? in what lovely land? Frosch. Vineyards! can it be so? Siebel. And grapes too quite at hand! Brander. And here beneath this shady tree, This noble vine, these blushing clusters see! [_He seizes_ /Siebel/ _by the nose. The rest seize one another in the same manner, and lift up their knives._