Siebel.  No greetings to that girl!  Who does so, I resent it!

Frosch.  A greeting and a kiss!  And you will not prevent it!
         [Sings.]
    Draw the bolts! the night is clear. 
    Draw the bolts!  Love watches near. 
    Close the bolts! the dawn is here.

Siebel.  Ay, sing away and praise and glorify your dear! 
Soon I shall have my time for laughter. 
The jade has jilted me, and will you too hereafter;
May Kobold, for a lover, be her luck! 
At night may he upon the cross-way meet her;
Or, coming from the Blocksberg, some old buck
May, as he gallops by, a good-night bleat her! 
A fellow fine of real flesh and blood
Is for the wench a deal too good. 
She’ll get from me but one love-token,
That is to have her window broken!

Brander [striking on the table].  Attend! attend!  To me give ear! 
I know what’s life, ye gents, confess it: 
We’ve lovesick people sitting near,
And it is proper they should hear
A good-night strain as well as I can dress it. 
Give heed!  And hear a bran-new song! 
Join in the chorus loud and strong!
            [He sings.]
    A rat in the cellar had built his nest,
    He daily grew sleeker and smoother,
    He lined his paunch from larder and chest,
    And was portly as Doctor Luther. 
    The cook had set him poison one day;
    From that time forward he pined away
    As if he had love in his body.

Chorus [flouting].  As if he had love in his body.

Brander.  He raced about with a terrible touse,
    From all the puddles went swilling,
    He gnawed and he scratched all over the house,
    His pain there was no stilling;
    He made full many a jump of distress,
    And soon the poor beast got enough, I guess,
    As if he had love in his body.

Chorus.  As if he had love in his body.

Brander.  With pain he ran, in open day,
    Right up into the kitchen;
    He fell on the hearth and there he lay
    Gasping and moaning and twitchin’. 
    Then laughed the poisoner:  “He! he! he! 
    He’s piping on the last hole,” said she,
    “As if he had love in his body.”

Chorus.  As if he had love in his body.

Siebel.  Just hear now how the ninnies giggle! 
That’s what I call a genuine art,
To make poor rats with poison wriggle!

Brander.  You take their case so much to heart?

Altmayer.  The bald pate and the butter-belly! 
The sad tale makes him mild and tame;
He sees in the swollen rat, poor fellow! 
His own true likeness set in a frame.

    FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES.

Mephistopheles.  Now, first of all, ’tis necessary
To show you people making merry,
That you may see how lightly life can run. 
Each day to this small folk’s a feast of fun;
Not over-witty, self-contented,
Still round and round in circle-dance they whirl,
As with their tails young kittens twirl. 
If with no headache they’re tormented,
Nor dunned by landlord for his pay,
They’re careless, unconcerned, and gay.