ALL (as they draw the stoppers and the wine chosen by each runs into his glass)

Oh beauteous spring, which flows so far!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Spill not a single drop, of this beware!

[They drink repeatedly.]

ALL (sing)

Happy as cannibals are we,
Or as five hundred swine.

MEPHISTOPHELES

They’re in their glory, mark their elevation!

FAUST

Let’s hence, nor here our stay prolong.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Attend, of brutishness ere long
You’ll see a glorious revelation.

SIEBEL (drinks carelessly; the wine is spilt upon the ground, and turns to fame)

Help! fire! help!  Hell is burning!

MEPHISTOPHELES (addressing the flames)

Stop,
Kind element, be still, I say!
(To the Company)
Of purgatorial fire as yet ’tis but a drop.

SIEBEL

What means the knave!  For this you’ll dearly pay! 
Us, it appears, you do not know.

FROSCH

Such tricks a second time he’d better show!

ALTMAYER

Methinks ’twere well we pack’d him quietly away.

SIEBEL

What, sir! with us your hocus-pocus play!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Silence, old wine-cask!

SIEBEL

How! add insult, too! 
Vile broomstick!

BRANDER

Hold! or blows shall rain on you!

ALTMAYER (draws a stopper out of the table; fire springs out against him) I burn!  I burn!

SIEBEL

’Tis sorcery, I vow! 
Strike home!  The fellow is fair game, I trow!
[They draw their knives and attack MEPHISTOPHELES.]

MEPHISTOPHELES (with solemn gestures)

Visionary scenes appear! 
Words delusive cheat the ear! 
Be ye there, and be ye here!
[They stand amazed and gale at one another.]

ALTMAYER

Where am I?  What a beauteous land!

FROSCH

Vineyards! unless my sight deceives?

SIEBEL

And clust’ring grapes too, close at hand!

BRANDER