'Tis yet too soon.
They are but mountebanks, I'll lay a bet!
Dance and song
No claws, no tail to whisk about, To fright us at our revel; Yet like the godsof Greece, no doubt, He too's a genuine devil.Northern Artist
Altmayer (to Frosch)}
Then parry that!
Now tell me, gentlemen, what you desire?
Well done, my dainty spirits! now he slumbers! Ye have entranc'd him fairlywith your numbers! This minstrelsy of yours I must repay, Thou art not yet theman to hold the devil fast! With fairest shapes your spells around him cast,And plunge him in a sea of dreams! But that this charm be rent, the thresholdpassed, Tooth of rat the way must clear. I need not conjure long it seems,One rustles hitherward, and soon my voice will hear. The master of the ratsand mice, Of flies and frogs, of bugs and lice, Commands thy presence;without fear Come forth and gnaw the threshold here, Where he with oil hassmear'd it. - Thou Com'st hopping forth already! Now To work! The pointthat holds me bound Is in the outer angle found. Another bite - so - now 'tisdoneNow, Faustus, till we meet again, dream on.Faust (awaking)