Scene IV.

_Night. The open Field._

/Faust. Mephistopheles/. (_Galloping past on black horses._)

Faust. What are they about there, bustling round the Ravenstone?[*4]

Mephistopheles. Can't say what they are cooking and kitchening.

Faust. They hover up, they hover down, bending and bowing.

Mephistopheles. A corporation of Witches.

Faust. They seem to be sprinkling and blessing something.

Mephistopheles. On! on!