Night. Open Field

FAUST. MEPHISTOPHELES. Scudding along on black horses.

Faust. What's doing, off there, round the gallows-tree?

Mephistopheles. Know not what they are doing and brewing.

Faust. Up they go—down they go—wheel about, reel about.

Mephistopheles. A witches'-crew.

Faust. They're strewing and vowing.

Mephistopheles. Pass on! Pass on!