English poem
Brander
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832)
And underneath the spreading leaves, What stems there be! What grapes I see! (He senses SIEBEL by the nose. The others reciprocally do the same, and raise their knives.)
MEPHISTOPHELES (as above)
Delusion, from their eyes the bandage take! Note how the devil loves a jest to break! (He disappears with FAUST; the fellows draw back from one another.)