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SCENE IV.
Night. The open Field.Faust. Mephistopheles.
(Galloping past on black horses.)
FAUST.
What work they, flitting round the Raven-stone?
MEPHISTOPHELES.
Can't say what they are boiling and working at.
FAUST.
They hover up, they hover down, they bend them, they bow them.
MEPHISTOPHELES.
A corporation of witches.
FAUST.
They seem to be sprinkling and blessing something.
MEPHISTOPHELES.
On! on!
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