Mephistopheles
He's my good friend, with whom 'twill prosper well; I grudge him not the choicest of thy store. Now draw thy circle, speak thy spell, And straight a bumper for him pour!
(The Witch, with extraordinary gestures, describes a circle, and places strange things within it. The glasses meanwhile begin to ring, the caldron to sound, and to make music. Lastly, she brings a great book; places the Monkeys in the circle to serve her as a desk, and to hold the torches. She beckons Faust to approach.)
Faust (to MERPUISTOPHELES)
Tell me, to what doth all this tend? Where will these frantic gestures end? This loathsome cheat, this senseless stuff I've known and hated long enough.
Mephistopheles
Mere mummery, a laugh to raise! Pray don’t be so fastidious! She But as a leech, her hocus-pocus plays, That well with you her potion may agree. (He compels Faust to enter the circle.)
(The WITCH, with great emphasis, begins to declaim the book.)
This must thou ken: Of one make ten, Pass two, and then Make square the three, So rich thou'lt be. Drop out the four! From five and six, Thus says the witch, Make seven and eight.
