(In the meantime the young Monkeys have been playing with a large globe, which they roll forwards)
The He-Monkey
The world behold; Unceasingly roll'd, It riseth and falleth ever; It ringeth like glass! How brittle, alas! Tis hollow, and resteth never. How bright the sphere, Still brighter here! Now living am I! Dear son, beware! Nor venture there! Thou too must die! It is of clay; 'T will crumble away; There fragments lie.
Mephistopheles
Of what use is the sieve?
The He-Monkey (taking it down)
The sieve would show, If thou wert a thief or no? (He runs to the She-Monkey, and makes her look through it.) Look through the sieve! Dost know him the thief, And dar'st thou not call him so?
Mephistopheles (approaching the fire)
And then this pot?
The Monkeys
The half-witted sot!
