NIGHT

OPEN FIELD
(FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES speeding onward on black horses.)

FAUST
What weave they there round the raven-stone?

MEPHISTOPHELES
I know not what they are brewing and doing.

FAUST
Soaring up, sweeping down, bowing and bending!

MEPHISTOPHELES
A witches'-guild.

FAUST
They scatter, devote and doom!

MEPHISTOPHELES
On! on!