Scene XXIV
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!