Chapter XXIV: Night
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(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!
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Faust [part 1]. Translated Into English in the Original MetresChapter XXIV: Night
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