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!
