Witch-broker.  Good gentlemen, don’t hurry by! 
The opportunity’s a rare one! 
My stock is an uncommon fair one,
Please give it an attentive eye. 
There’s nothing in my shop, whatever,
But on the earth its mate is found;
That has not proved itself right clever
To deal mankind some fatal wound. 
No dagger here, but blood has some time stained it;
No cup, that has not held some hot and poisonous juice,
And stung to death the throat that drained it;
No trinket, but did once a maid seduce;
No sword, but hath some tie of sacred honor riven,
Or haply from behind through foeman’s neck been driven.

Mephistopheles.  You’re quite behind the times, I tell you, Aunty! 
By-gones be by-gones! done is done! 
Get us up something new and jaunty! 
For new things now the people run.

Faust.  To keep my wits I must endeavor!  Call this a fair!  I swear, I never—!

Mephistopheles.  Upward the billowy mass is moving; You’re shoved along and think, meanwhile, you’re shoving.

Faust.  What woman’s that?

Mephistopheles.  Mark her attentively.  That’s Lilith.[37]

Faust.  Who?

Mephistopbeles.  Adam’s first wife is she. 
Beware of her one charm, those lovely tresses,
In which she shines preeminently fair. 
When those soft meshes once a young man snare,
How hard ’twill be to escape he little guesses.

Faust.  There sit an old one and a young together; They’ve skipped it well along the heather!

Mephistopheles.  No rest from that till night is through.  Another dance is up; come on! let us fall to.

Faust [dancing with the young one].  A lovely dream once came to me;
In it I saw an apple-tree;
Two beauteous apples beckoned there,
I climbed to pluck the fruit so fair.

The Fair one.  Apples you greatly seem to prize,
And did so even in Paradise. 
I feel myself delighted much
That in my garden I have such.

Mephistopheles [with the old hag].  A dismal dream once came to me;
In it I saw a cloven tree,
It had a ------ but still,
I looked on it with right good-will.

The Hog.  With best respect I here salute
The noble knight of the cloven foot! 
Let him hold a ------ near,
If a ------ he does not fear.

Proctophantasmist.[38] What’s this ye undertake?  Confounded crew! 
Have we not giv’n you demonstration? 
No spirit stands on legs in all creation,
And here you dance just as we mortals do!

The Fair one [dancing].  What does that fellow at our ball?

Faust [dancing].  Eh! he must have a hand in all. 
What others dance that he appraises. 
Unless each step he criticizes,
The step as good as no step he will call. 
But when we move ahead, that plagues him more than all. 
If in a circle you would still keep turning,
As he himself in his old mill goes round,
He would be sure to call that sound! 
And most so, if you went by his superior learning.