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If good luck attend,

If fitly things blend,

Our jargon with thought

And with reason is fraught!

FAUST (as above)

A flame is kindled in my breast!

Let us begone! nor linger here!

MEPHISTOPHELES (in the same position)

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 chimney with horrible cries.]