Night, open country
FAUST. MEPHISTOPHELES
Rushing along on black horses
FAUST
What weave they yonder round the Ravenstone?
MEPHISTOPHELES
I know not what they shape and brew.
FAUST
They're soaring, swooping, betiding, stooping.
MEPHISTOPHELES
A witches' pack.
FAUST
They charm, they strew.
MEPHISTOPHELES
On! On!
