cosmos. He'd been stone-cold sober since entering the hospital,
It now at least must be confessed, That poets sometimes are sincere.
(The caldron which the She - Monkey has neglected begins to boil over; a
great flame arises, which streams up the chimney. The Witch comes down the
Ough! ough! ough! ough! Accursed brute! accursed sow! The caldron dost
neglect, for shame! Accursed brute to scorch the dame!
(Perceiving Faust and Mephistopheles)
Whom have we here? Who's sneaking here? Whence are ye come? With
what desire? The plague of fire Your bones consume!