(To the Company.)
Your are upon the proper track, I find; Take heed, let nothing dissipate yourmind.
Poor lad! He must be tired, I trow; He must not go disconsolate. Hand methy cap and gown; the mask Is for my purpose quite first rate. (He changeshis dress.) Now leave it to my wit! I ask But quarter of an hour; meanwhileequip, And make all ready for our pleasant trip!(Exit Faust.)
Bravo! That's the song for me!
When in his study pent the whole year through, Man views the world, asthrough an optic glass, On a chance holiday, and scarcely then, How bypersuasion can he govern men?
But take heed! Hover round, above, below,
Tell me, ye whelps, accursed crew! What stir ye in the broth about?Monkeys