XXIV NIGHT OPEN FIELD (FAUST _and_ MEPHISTOPHELES _speeding onward on black horses_.) FAUST What weave they there round the raven-stone? MEPHISTOPHELES I know not what they are brewing and doing. FAUST Soaring up, sweeping down, bowing and bending! MEPHISTOPHELES A witches’-guild. FAUST They scatter, devote and doom! MEPHISTOPHELES On! on! [Illustration]