Well, he hath paid the forfeit, and is dead. Now were I in your place, mycounsel hear; My weeds I'd wear for one chaste year, And for another lovermeanwhile would look out.
Valentine (a soldier, Margaret's brother)
That none may miracles believe, who now will say?The Witch's Kitchen - Faust, Mephistopheles And The MonkiesA large caldron hangs over the fire on a low hearth; various figures appear inthe vapour rising from it. A Female Monkey sits beside the caldron to skim it,and watch that it does not boil over. The Male Monkey with the young onesis seated near, warming himself. The walls and ceiling are adorned with thestrangest articles of witch - furniture.
Since for the last time I the Brocken scale, That folk are ripe for doomsday,now one sees; And just because my cask begins to fail, So the whole world isalso on the lees.}
(She opens the window.)
(Margaret presses his hand, extricates herself, and runs away. He stands amoment in thought and then follows her).