The Witch. [_Goes on reading from the book_] The soul to know Beneath the show, And view it without blinking; The simple mind The craft will find, Without the toil of thinking. Faust. What flood of nonsense now she's pouring o'er us? She'll split my skull with her insensate chatter. I feel as if I heard the ceaseless clatter Of thirty thousand idiots in a chorus. Mephistopheles. Enough, kind Sibyl; thanks for thy good will! Now bring your jug here, and the goblet fill With this prime juice, till it be brimming o'er. My friend here is a man of high degrees, And will digest the draught with ease. He has swilled many a goodly glass before. [_The_ /Witch/, _with many ceremonies, pours the beverage into a cup. While_ /Faust/ _brings it to his mouth a light flame arises._ Mephistopheles. Come, quaff it boldly, without thinking! The draught will make thy heart to burn with love. Art with the Devil hand and glove, And from a fire-spurt would'st be shrinking? [_The_ /Witch/ _looses the circle._ /Faust/ _steps out._ Mephistopheles. Come quickly out; you must not rest. The Witch. I hope the swig will wonders work on thee! Mephistopheles. And you, if you have aught to beg of me, Upon Walpurgis' night make your request. The Witch. Here is a song! at times sung, you will find It hath a wondrous working on your mind. Mephistopheles. [_to_ /Faust/] Come, yield thee now to my desire; Be meek for once, and own the bridle. You must keep quiet, and let yourself perspire, That through your inmost frame the potent juice may pierce. When we have time to spare, I will rehearse Some lessons on the art of being nobly idle; And soon thy heart with ecstasy shall know, How Cupid 'gins to stir, and boundeth to and fro. Faust. [_Turning again towards the mirror_] Indulge me with one glance!--one moment spare! It was a virgin-form surpassing fair! Mephistopheles. No! No! with my good aid thou soon shalt see The paragon of women bodily. [_Aside._] Anon, if this good potion does its duty, He'll see in every wench the Trojan beauty. Scene IV. _A Street._ /Faust. Margaret/ _passes over._ Faust. My fair young lady, may I dare To offer you my escort home? Margaret. Nor lady I, good sir, nor fair, And need no guide to show me home. [_Exit._ Faust. By heaven, this child is passing fair! A fairer never crossed my view; Of such a modest gentle air, Yet with a dash of pertness too, And girlish innocent conceit; Her lips so red, her cheeks so bright, Forget I could not, if I might. How she casts down her lovely eyes Deep graven in my heart it lies, And how so smartly she replied, And with a sharp turn stepped aside, It was most ravishingly sweet! _Enter_ /Mephistopheles/. Faust. Hark! you must get the girl for me! Mephistopheles. Which one?