Night. The open Field.
Faust. Mephistopheles.
(Galloping past on black horses.)
Faust.
What are they about there, bustling round the Ravenstone?[4]
Mephistopheles.
Can't say what they are cooking and kitchening.
Faust.
They hover up, they hover down, bending and bowing.
Mephistopheles.
A corporation of Witches.
Faust.
They seem to be sprinkling and blessing something.
Mephistopheles.
On! on!
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