Mephistopheles monologue (Act 10) — Faust: A Tragedy

I love incognito, Yet on a gala-day my order I may show; And, though a garter here is but of small avail, The famous horse's foot I ne'er yet knew to fail. See even now that cautious creeping snail! With her long feeling visage, she Has smelt out something of hell in me. Do what I can, they have a snout, In this keen air to scent me out; Come! come; from fire to fire we roam; the game Be mine to start, and yours to woo the dame. [_To some who are sitting round a glimmering coal-fire._] Why mope you here, old sirs, toasting your toes? Methinks your Brocken hours were better spent Amid the youthful roar and merriment; One is enough alone at home, God knows.