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And, in legions intertangled,
The fire-flies flit, and swarm, and throng,
Tell me, shall we go or stay?
Meph. Now vigorously seize my skirt, and gain This pinnacle of isolated crag.
One may observe with wonder from this point
And near us see sparks spring out of the ground,
Rare, in faith!
A pleasure which you had not known before.
Meph. Cling tightly to the old ribs of the crag.
Hark! how the tempest crashes through the forest
The columns of the evergreen palaces
Are split and shattered;
The roots creak, and stretch, and groan;
The trunks are crushed and shattered
By the fierce blast's unconquerable stress.
And through the ruins of the shaken mountain
The airs hiss and howl
It is not the voice of the fountain,
Nor the wolf in his midnight prowl.
Dost, thou not hear?
Strange accents are ringing
Aloft, afar, anear;
The witches are singing!
Chorus of Witches.
'Twixt witches and incubi, what shall be done?
Tell it who dare! tell it who dare!
A voice. Upon a sow-swine, whose farrows were nine, Old Baubo rideth alone.
Chorus. Honour her, to whom honour is due,
Old mother Baubo, honour to you!
An able sow, with old Baubo upon her,
Is worthy of glory, and worthy of honour!
And you may now as well take your course on to Hell,
Since you ride by so fast on the headlong blast.
Chorus of Witches. Come away! come along! The way is wide, the way is long,
But what is that for a Bedlam throng?
Stick with the prong, and scratch with the broom.
Semi-chorus of Wizards 1. We glide tu Like snails when the women are all away; And from a house once given over to sin Woman has a thousand steps to stray.
Semi-chorus 2. A thousand steps must a woman take, Where a man but a single spring will make.
Voices above. Come with us, come with us, from Felunsee,
We are washed, we are 'nointed, stark naked are we ;
Both chorusses. The wind is still, the stars are filed,
The magic notes, like spark on spark,
Stay, oh, stay!
Voices above. Out of the crannies of the rocks, Who calls?
Voices below. Oh, let me join your flocks! I, three hundred years have striven
To catch your skirt and mount to Heaven,
And still in vain. Oh, might I be
With company akin to me!
Both chorusses. Some on a ram and some on a prong,
On poles and on broomsticks we flutter along;
A half-witch below. I have been tripping this many an
Are the others already so far before?
And less methinks is found by the road.
Chorus of Witches. Come onward, away! aroint thee, aroint!
A witch to be strong must anoint-anoint
Then every trough will be boat enough;
With a rag for a sail we can sweep through the sky,
Both choruses. We cling to the skirt, and we strike on the ground;
Witch-legions thicken around and around;
[They descend. Meph. What thronging, dashing, raging, rustling! What whispering, babbling, hissing, bustling! What glimmering, spurting, stinking, burning! As Heaven and Earth were overturning.
There is a true witch element about us;
Take hold on me, or we shall be divided:
Where are you?
Faust (from a distance.)
I must exert my authority in the house.
Place for young Voland! Pray make way, good people.
Faust. Spirit of Contradiction! Well, lead on-
Meph. See yonder, round a many-coloured flame
A merry club is huddled altogether:
Even with such little people as sit there