Mephistopheles monologue (Act 8) — Faust: A Tragedy

[_Who, in the meantime, had turned round the butt-end of the brush, now dashes in amongst the pots and glasses._] In two! in two! There lies the broth! The glass and the kettle, Shiver them both! 'Tis a jest, thou must know, Thou carrion crow! 'Tis a tune to keep time, To thy senseless rhyme. [_While the Witch, foaming with rage and fury, draws back._] What! know'st me not? thou scrag! thou Jezebel! Thy lord and master? thou should'st know me well. What hinders me, in all my strength to come And crush you and your cat-imps 'neath my thumb? Know'st not the scarlet-doublet, mole-eyed mother? Bow'st not the knee before the famed cock's feather? Use your old eyes; behind a mask Did I conceal my honest face? And when I come here must I ask A special introduction to your Grace?