by Johann W.  Geothe 
                    
		English translated by Anna Swanwick  ( 1808 )



   Introductory Note


   Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, the greatest of German men of letters, was
   born at Frankfort-on-the-Main, August 28, 1749. His father was a man of
   means and position, and he personally supervised the early education of his
   son. The young Goethe studied at the universities of Leipsig and Strasburg,
   and in 1772 entered upon the practise of law at Wetzlar. At the invitation of
   Karl August, Duke of Saxe-Weimar, he went in 1775 to live in Weimar,
   where he held a succession of political offices, becoming the Duke's chief
   adviser. From 1786 to 1788 he traveled in Italy, and from 1791 to 1817
   directed the ducal theater at Weimar. He took part in the wars against
   France, 1792-3, and in the following year began his friendship with Schiller,
   which lasted till the latter's death in 1805. In 1806 he married Christiane
   Vulpius. From about 1794 he devoted himself chiefly to literature, and after a
   life of extraordinary productiveness died at Weimar, March 22, 1832. The
   most important of Goethe's works produced before he went to Weimar were
   his tragedy "Gotz von Berlichingen" (1773), which first brought him fame, and
   "The Sorrows of Young Werther," a novel which obtained enormous
   popularity during the so called "Sturm und Drang" period. During the years at
   Weimar before he knew Schiller he began "Wilhelm Meister," wrote the
   dramas, "Iphigenie," "Egmont," and "Torquato Tasso," and his "Reinecke
   Fuchs." To the period of his friendship with Schiller belong the continuation of
   "Wilhelm Meister," the beautiful idyl of "Hermann and Dorothea," and the
   "Roman Elegies." In the last period, between Schiller's death in 1805 and his
   own, appeared "Faust," "Elective Affinities," his autobiographical "Dichtung
   und Wahrheit" ("Poetry and Truth"), his "Italian Journey," much scientific
   work, and a series of treatises on German Art.

   Though the foregoing enumeration contains but a selection from the titles of
   Goethe's best known writings, it suffices to show the extraordinary fertility and
   versatility of his genius. Rarely has a man of letters had so full and varied a life,
   or been capable of so many-sided a development. His political and scientific
   activities, though dwarfed in the eyes of our generation by his artistic
   production, yet showed the adaptability of his talent in the most diverse
   directions, and helped to give him that balance of temper and breadth of
   vision in which he has been surpassed by no genius of the ancient or modern
   world.

   The greatest and most representative expression of Goethe's powers is
   without doubt to be found in his drama of "Faust"; but before dealing with
   Goethe's masterpiece, it is worth while to say something of the history of the
   story on which it is founded - the most famous instance of the old and
   widespread legend of the man who sold his soul to the devil. The historical
   Dr. Faust seems to have been a self-called philosopher who traveled about
   Germany in the first half of the sixteenth century, making money by the
   practise of magic, fortune-telling, and pretended cures. He died mysteriously
   about 1540, and a legend soon sprang up that the devil, by whose aid he
   wrought his wonders, had finally carried him off. In 1587 a life of him
   appeared, in which are attributed to him many marvelous exploits and in
   which he is held up as an awful warning against the excessive desire for
   secular learning and admiration for antique beauty which characterized the
   humanist movement of the time. In this aspect the Faust legend is an
   expression of early popular Protestantism, and of its antagonism to the
   scientific and classical tendencies of the Renaissance.

   While a succession of Faust books were appearing in Germany, the original
   life was translated into English and dramatized by Marlowe. English players
   brought Marlowe's work back to Germany, where it was copied by German
   actors, degenerated into spectacular farce, and finally into a puppet show.
   Through this puppet show Goethe made acquaintance with the legend.

   By the time that Goethe was twenty, the Faust legend had fascinated his
   imagination; for three years before he went to Weimar he had been working
   on scattered scenes and bits of dialogue; and though he suspended actual
   composition on it during three distinct periods, it was always to resume, and
   he closed his labors upon it only with his life. Thus the period of time between
   his first experiments and the final touches is more than sixty years. During this
   period the plans for the structure and the signification of the work inevitably
   underwent profound modifications, and these have naturally affected the unity
   of the result; but, on the other hand, this long companionship and persistent
   recurrence to the task from youth to old age have made it in a unique way the
   record of Goethe's personality in all its richness and diversity.

   The drama was given to the public first as a fragment in 1790; then the
   completed First Part appeared in 1808; and finally the Second Part was
   published in 1833, the year after the author's death. Writing in "Dichtung und
   Wahrheit" of the period about 1770, when he was in Strasburg with Herder,
   Goethe says, "The significant puppet - play legend . . . echoed and buzzed in
   many tones within me. I too had drifted about in all knowledge, and early
   enough had been brought to feel the vanity of it. I too had made all sorts of
   experiments in life, and had always come back more unsatisfied and more
   tormented. I was now carrying these things, like many others, about with me
   and delighting myself with them in lonely hours, but without writing anything
   down." Without going into the details of the experience which underlies these
   words, we can see the beginning of that sympathy with the hero of the old
   story that was the basis of its fascination and that accounted for Goethe's
   departure from the traditional catastrophe of Faust's damnation.

   Hungarian March from the "Damnation of Faust"Op.24 by Hector
   Berlioz(1803 - 1869).

   Of the elements in the finished Faust that are derived from the legend a rough
   idea may be obtained from the "Doctor Faustus" of Marlowe, printed in the
   present volume. As early as 1674 a life of Faust had contained the incident of
   the philosopher's falling in love with a servant - girl; but the developed story of
   Gretchen is Goethe's own. The other elements added to the plot can be noted
   by a comparison with Marlowe.

   It need hardly be said that Goethe's "Faust" does not derive its greatness from
   its conformity to the traditional standards of what a tragedy should be. He
   himself was accustomed to refer to it cynically as a monstrosity, and yet he
   put himself into it as intensely as Dante put himself into "The Divine Comedy."
   A partial explanation of this apparent contradiction in the author's attitude is to
   be found in what has been said of its manner of composition. Goethe began it
   in his romantic youth, and availed himself recklessly of the supernatural
   elements in the legend, with the disregard of reason and plausibility
   characteristic of the romantic mood. When he returned to it in the beginning of
   the new century his artistic standards has changed, and the supernaturalism
   could now be tolerated only by being made symbolic. Thus he makes the
   career of Faust as a whole emblematic of the triumph of the persistent striving
   for the ideal over the temptation to find complete satisfaction in the sense, and
   prepares the reader for this interpretation by prefixing the "Prologue in
   Heaven." The elaboration of this symbolic element is responsible for such
   scenes as the Walpurgis - Night and the Intermezzo scenes full of power and
   infinitely suggestive, but destructive of the unity of the play as a tragedy of
   human life. Yet there remains in this First Part even in its final form much that
   is realistic in the best sense, the carousal in Auerbach's cellar, the portrait of
   Martha, the Easter - morning walk, the character and fate of Margaret. It is
   such elements as these that have appealed to the larger reading public and that
   have naturally been emphasized by performance on the stage, and by virtue of
   these alone "Faust" may rank as a great drama; but it is the result of Goethe's
   broodings on the mystery of human life, shadowed forth in the symbolic parts
   and elaborated with still greater complexity and still more far - reaching
   suggestiveness - and, it must be added, with deepening obscurity - in the
   Second Part, that have given the work its place with "Job," with the
   "Prometheus Bound," with "The Divine Comedy," and with "Hamlet."






   The Tragedy Of Faust - Dedication

   Ye wavering shapes, again ye do enfold me, As erst upon my troubled sight
   ye stole; Shall I this time attempt to clasp, to hold ye? Still for the fond illusion
   yearns my soul? Ye press around! Come then, your captive hold me, As
   upward from the vapoury mist ye roll; Within my breast youth's throbbing
   pulse is bounding, Fann'd by the magic breath your march surrounding.

     Shades fondly loved appear, your train attending, And visions fair of many a
   blissful day; First - love and friendship their fond accents blending, Like to
   some ancient, half - expiring lay; Sorrow revives, her wail of anguish sending
   Back o'er life's devious labyrinthine way, And names the dear ones, they
   whom Fate bereaving Of life's fair hours, left me behind them grieving.

   They hear me not my later cadence singing, The souls to whom my earlier lays
   I sang; Dispersed the throng, their severed flight now winging; Mute are the
   voices that responsive rang. For stranger crowds the Orphean lyre now
   stringing, E'en their applause is to my heart a pang; Of old who listened to my
   song, glad hearted, If yet they live, now wander widely parted.

   A yearning long unfelt, each impulse swaying, To yon calm spirit - realm
   uplifts my soul; In faltering cadence, as when Zephyr playing, Fans the
   Aeolian harp, my numbers roll; Tear follows tear, my steadfast heart obeying
   The tender impulse, loses its control; What I possess as from afar I see;
   Those I have lost become realities to me.

   Prologue For The Theatre

   Manager. Dramatic Poet. Merryman.

   Manager

   Ye twain, in trouble and distress True friends whom I so oft have found, Say,
   for our scheme on German ground, What prospect have we of success? Fain
   would I please the public, win their thanks; They live and let live, hence it is
   but meet. The posts are now erected, and the planks, And all look forward to
   a festal treat. Their places taken, they, with eyebrows rais'd, Sit patiently, and
   fain would be amaz'd. I know the art to hit the public taste, Yet ne'er of failure
   felt so keen a dread; True, they are not accustomed to the best, But then
   appalling the amount they've read. How make our entertainment striking, new,
   And yet significant and pleasing too? For to be plain, I love to see the throng,
   As to our booth the living tide progresses; As wave on wave successive rolls
   along, And through heaven's narrow portal forceful presses; Still in broad
   daylight, ere the clock strikes four, With blows their way towards the box
   they take; And, as for bread in famine, at the baker's door, For tickets are
   content their necks to break. Such various minds the bard alone can sway,
   My friend, oh work this miracle to - day!

   Poet

   Oh of the motley throng speak not before me, At whose aspect the Spirit
   wings its flight! Conceal the surging concourse, I implore thee, Whose vortex
   draws us with resistless might. No, to some peaceful heavenly nook restore
   me, Where only for the bard blooms pure delight, Where love and friendship
   yield their choicest blessing, Our heart's true bliss, with god - like hand
   caressing.

   What in the spirit's depths was there created, What shyly there the lip shaped
   forth in sound; A failure now, with words now fitly mated, In the wild tumult
   of the hour is drown'd; Full oft the poet's thought for years hath waited Until
   at length with perfect form 'tis crowned; What dazzles, for the moment born,
   must perish; What genuine is posterity will cherish.

   Merryman

   This cant about posterity I hate; About posterity were I to prate, Who then
   the living would amuse? For they Will have diversion, ay, and 'tis their due. A
   sprightly fellow's presence at your play, Methinks should also count for
   something too; Whose genial wit the audience still inspires, Knows from their
   changeful mood no angry feeling; A wider circle he desires, To their heart's
   depths more surely thus appealing. To work, then! Give a master - piece, my
   friend; Bring Fancy with her choral trains before us, Sense, reason, feeling,
   passion, but attend! Let folly also swell the tragic chorus.

   Manager

     In chief, of incident enough prepare! A show they want, they come to gape
   and stare. Spin for their eyes abundant occupation, So that the multitude may
   wondering gaze, You by sheer bulk have won your reputation, The man you
   are all love to praise. By mass alone can you subdue the masses, Each then
   selects in time what suits his bent. Bring much, you something bring for various
   classes, And from the house goes every one content. You give a piece,
   abroad in pieces send it! 'Tis a ragout - success must needs attend it; 'Tis easy
   to serve up, as easy to invent. A finish'd whole what boots it to present! Full
   soon the public will in pieces rend it.

   Poet

   How mean such handicraft as this you cannot feel! How it revolts the genuine
   artist's mind! The sorry trash in which these coxcombs deal, Is here approved
   on principle, I find.

   Manager

   Such a reproof disturbs me not a whit! Who on efficient work is bent, Must
   choose the fittest instrument. Consider! 'tis soft wood you have to split; Think
   too for whom you write, I pray! One comes to while an hour away; One from
   the festive board, a sated guest; Others, more dreaded than the rest, From
   journal - reading hurry to the play. As to a masquerade, with absent minds,
   they press, Sheer curiosity their footsteps winging; Ladies display their
   persons and their dress, Actors unpaid their service bringing. What dreams
   beguile you on your poet's height? What puts a full house in a merry mood?
   More closely view your patrons of the night! The half are cold, the half are
   rude. One, the play over, craves a game of cards; Another a wild night in
   wanton joy would spend. Poor fools the muses' fair regards. Why court for
   such a paltry end? I tell you, give them more, still more 'tis all I ask, Thus you
   will ne'er stray widely from the goal; Your audience seek to mystify cajole; To
   satisfy them - that's a harder task. What ails thee? art enraptured or
   distressed?

   Poet

   Depart! elsewhere another servant choose What! shall the bard his godlike
   power abuse? Man's loftiest right, kind nature's high bequest, For your mean
   purpose basely sport away? Whence comes his mastery o'er the human
   breast, Whence o'er the elements his sway, But from the harmony that,
   gushing from his soul, Draws back into his heart the wondrous whole? With
   careless hand when round her spindle, Nature Winds the interminable thread
   of life; When 'mid the clash of Being every creature Mingles in harsh
   inextricable strife; Who deals their course unvaried till it falleth, In rhythmic
   flow to music's measur'd tone? Each solitary note whose genius calleth, To
   swell the mighty choir in unison? Who in the raging storm sees passion
   low'ring? Or flush of earnest thought in evening's glow? Who every blossom in
   sweet spring - time flowering Along the loved one's path would strow? Who,
   Nature's green familiar leaves entwining, Wreathe's glory's garland, won on
   every field? Makes sure Olympus, heavenly powers combining? Man's mighty
   spirit, in the bard reveal'd!

   Merryman

   Come then, employ your lofty inspiration, And carry on the poet's avocation,
   Just as we carry on a love affair. Two meet by chance, are pleased, they
   linger there, Insensibly are link'd, they scarce know how; Fortune seems now
   propitious, adverse now, Then come alternate rapture and despair; And 'tis a
   true romance ere one's aware. Just such a drama let us now compose. Plunge
   boldly into life - its depths disclose! Each lives it, not to many is it known,
   'Twill interest wheresoever seiz'd and shown; Bright pictures, but obscure
   their meaning: A ray of truth through error gleaming, Thus you the best elixir
   brew, To charm mankind, and edify them too. Then youth's fair blossoms
   crowd to view your play, And wait as on an oracle; while they, The tender
   souls, who love the melting mood, Suck from your work their melancholy
   food; Now this one, and now that, you deeply stir, Each sees the working of
   his heart laid bare. Their tears, their laughter, you command with ease, The
   lofty still they honour, the illusive love. Your finish'd gentlemen you ne'er can
   please; A growing mind alone will grateful prove.

   Poet

   Then give me back youth's golden prime, When my own spirit too was
   growing, When from my heart th' unbidden rhyme Gush'd forth, a fount for
   ever flowing; Then shadowy mist the world conceal'd, And every bud sweet
   promise made, Of wonders yet to be reveal'd, As through the vales, with
   blooms inlaid, Culling a thousand flowers I stray'd. Naught had I, yet a rich
   profusion! The thirst for truth, joy in each fond illusion. Give me unquell'd
   those impulses to prove; Rapture so deep, its ecstasy was pain, The power of
   hate, the energy of love, Give me, oh give me back my youth again!

   Merryman

   Youth, my good friend, you certainly require When foes in battle round are
   pressing, When a fair maid, her heart on fire, Hangs on your neck with fond
   caressing, When from afar, the victor's crown, To reach the hard - won goal
   inciteth; When from the whirling dance, to drown Your sense, the night's
   carouse inviteth. But the familiar chords among Boldly to sweep, with graceful
   cunning, While to its goal, the verse along Its winding path is sweetly running;
   This task is yours, old gentlemen, to - day; Nor are you therefore less in
   reverence held; Age does not make us childish, as folk say, It finds us genuine
   children e'en in eld.


   Manager

   A truce to words, mere empty sound, Let deeds at length appear, my friends!
   While idle compliments you round, You might achieve some useful ends. Why
   talk of the poetic vein? Who hesitates will never know it; If bards ye are, as
   ye maintain, Now let your inspiration show it. To you is known what we
   require, Strong drink to sip is our desire; Come, brew me such without delay!
   To - morrow sees undone, what happens not to - day; Still forward press,
   nor ever tire! The possible, with steadfast trust, Resolve should be the
   forelock grasp; Then she will ne'er let go her clasp, And labours on, because
   she must.

   On German boards, you're well aware, The taste of each may have full sway;
   Therefore in bringing out your play, Nor scenes nor mechanism spare!
   Heaven's lamps employ, the greatest and the least, Be lavish of the stellar
   lights, Water, and fire, and rocky heights, Spare not at all, nor birds, nor
   beast, Thus let creation's ample sphere Forthwith in this our narrow booth
   appear, And with considerate speed, through fancy's spell, Journey from
   heaven, thence through the world, to hell!

   Prologue In Heaven

   The Lord, The Heavenly Hosts. Afterwards Mephistopheles.

   The three Archangels come forward

   Raphael

   The Sun, in ancient guise, competing With brother spheres in rival song, With
   thunder - march, his orb completing, Moves his predestin'd course along; His
   aspect to the powers supernal Gives strength, though fathom him none may;
   Transcending thought, the works eternal Are fair as on the primal day.

   Gabriel

   With speed, thought baffling, unabating, Earth's splendour whirls in circling
   flight; Its Eden - brightness alternating With solemn, awe - inspiring night;
   Ocean's broad waves in wild commotion, Against the rocks' deep base are
   hurled; And with the spheres, both rock and ocean Eternally are swiftly
   whirled.

   Michael

   And tempests roar in emulation From sea to land, from land to sea, And
   raging form, without cessation, A chain of wondrous agency, Full in the
   thunder's path careering, Flaring the swift destructions play; But, Lord, Thy
   servants are revering The mild procession of thy day.

   The Three

     Thine aspect to the powers supernal Gives strength, though fathom thee none
   may; And all they works, sublime, eternal, Are fair as on the primal day.

   Mephistopheles

   Since thou, O Lord, approachest us once more, And how it fares with us, to
   ask art fain, Since thou hast kindly welcom'd me of yore, Thou see'st me also
   now among thy train. Excuse me, fine harangues I cannot make, Though all
   the circle look on me with scorn; My pathos soon thy laughter would awake,
   Hadst thou the laughing mood not long forsworn. Of suns and worlds I
   nothing have to say, I see alone mankind's self - torturing pains. The little
   world - god still the self - same stamp retains, And is as wondrous now as on
   the primal day. Better he might have fared, poor wight, Hadst thou not given
   him a gleam of heavenly light; Reason, he names it, and doth so Use it, than
   brutes more brutish still to grow. With deference to your grace, he seems to
   me Like any long - legged grasshopper to be, Which ever flies, and flying
   springs, And in the grass its ancient ditty sings. Would he but always in the
   grass repose! In every heap of dung he thrusts his nose.

   The Lord

   Hast thou naught else to say/ Is blame In coming here, as ever, thy sole aim?
   Does nothing on the earth to thee seem right?

   Mephistopheles

   No, Lord! I find things there, as ever, in sad plight. Men, in their evil days,
   move my compassion; Such sorry things to plague is nothing worth.

   The Lord

   Know'st thou my servant, Faust?

   Mephistopheles

   The doctor?

   The Lord

   Right.

     Mephistopheles

   He serves thee truly in a wondrous fashion. Poor fool! His food and drink are
   not of earth. An inward impulse hurries him afar, Himself half conscious of his
   frenzied mood; From heaven claimeth he the fairest star, And from the earth
   craves every highest good, And all that's near, and all that's far, Fails to allay
   the tumult in his blood.

   The Lord

   Though in perplexity he serves me now, I soon will lead him where more light
   appears; When buds the sapling, doth the gardener know That flowers and
   fruit will deck the coming years.

   Mephistopheles

   What wilt thou wager? Him thou yet shall lose, If leave to me thou wilt but
   give, Gently to lead him as I choose!

   The Lord

   So long as he on earth doth live, So long 'tis not forbidden thee. Man still must
   err, while he doth strive.

   Mephistopheles

   I thank you; for not willingly I traffic with the dead, and still aver That youth's
   plump blooming cheek I very much prefer. I'm not at home to corpses; 'tis my
   way, Like cats with captive mice to toy and play.

   The Lord

   Enough! 'tis granted thee! Divert This mortal spirit from his primal source;
   Him, canst thou seize, thy power exert And lead him on thy downward
   course, Then stand abash'd, when thou perforce must own, A good man in his
   darkest aberration, Of the right path is conscious still.

   Mephistopheles


   'Tis done! Full soon thou'lt see my exultation; As for my bet no fears I
   entertain. And if my end I finally should gain, Excuse my triumphing with all
   my soul. Dust he shall eat, ay, and with relish take, As did my cousin, the
   renowned snake.

   The Lord

   Here too thou'rt free to act without control; I ne'er have cherished hate for
   such as thee. Of all the spirits who deny, The scoffer is least wearisome to
   me. Ever too prone is man activity to shirk, In unconditioned rest he fain
   would live; Hence this companion purposely I give, Who stirs, excites, and
   must, as devil, work. But ye, the genuine sons of heaven, rejoice! In the full
   living beauty still rejoice! May that which works and lives, the ever - growing,
   In bonds of love enfold you, mercy - fraught, And Seeming's changeful forms,
   around you flowing, Do ye arrest, in ever - during thought!

   (Heaven closes, the Archangels disperse.)

   Mephistopheles (alone)

   The ancient one I like sometimes to see, And not to break with him am
   always civil; 'Tis courteous in so great a lord as he, To speak so kindly even
   to the devil.



Part I

   Dramatis Personae


   Characters in the Prologue for the Theatre

   The Manager.
   The Dramatic Poet.
   Merryman.




   Characters in the Prologue in Heaven

   The Lord.

   Raphael, Gabriel, Michael, (The Heavenly Host).
   Mephistopheles.

   Characters in the Tragedy

   Faust, Mephistopheles. Wagner, a Student.
   Margaret. Martha, Margaret's Neighbour.
   Valentine, Margaret's Brother. Old Peasant. A Student.
   Elizabeth, an Acquaintance of Margaret's.
   Frosch, Brander, Siebel, Altmayer,
   (Guests in Auerbach's Wine Cellar.)
   Witches; old and young; Wizards, Will - o' - the - Wisp,
   Witch Pedlar,
   Protophantasmist, Servibilis, Monkeys, Spirits,
   Journeymen,
   Country - folk, Citizens, Beggar, Old Fortune - teller,
   Shepherd, Soldier, Students, &c.

   In the Intermezzo

   Oberon. Titania. Ariel. Puck, &c. &c.

   Night

   A high vaulted narrow Gothic chamber. Faust, restless, seated at his desk.




     Faust

   I have, alas! Philosophy, Medicine, Jurisprudence too, And to my cost
   Theology, With ardent labour, studied through. And here I stand, with all my
   lore, Poor fool, no wiser than before. Magister, doctor styled, indeed,
   Already these ten years I lead, Up, down, across, and to and fro, My pupils
   by the nose, - and learn, That we in truth can nothing know! That in my heart
   like fire doth burn. 'Tis true I've more cunning than all your dull tribe, Magister
   and doctor, priest, parson, and scribe; Scruple or doubt comes not to enthrall
   me, Neither can devil nor hell now appal me Hence also my heart must all
   pleasure forego! I may not pretend, aught rightly to know, I may not pretend,
   through teaching, to find A means to improve or convert mankind. Then I
   have neither goods nor treasure, No worldly honour, rank, or pleasure; No
   dog in such fashion would longer live! Therefore myself to magic I give, In
   hope, through spirit - voice and might, Secrets now veiled to bring to light,
   That I no more, with aching brow, Need speak of what I nothing know; That
   I the force may recognise That binds creation's inmost energies; Her vital
   powers, her embryo seeds survey, And fling the trade in empty words away.
   O full - orb'd moon, did but thy rays Their last upon mine anguish gaze!
   Beside this desk, at dead of night, Oft have I watched to hail thy light: Then,
   pensive friend! o'er book and scroll, With soothing power, thy radiance stole!
   In thy dear light, ah, might I climb, Freely, some mountain height sublime,
   Round mountain caves with spirits ride, In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,
   And, purged from knowledge - fumes, renew My spirit, in thy healing dew!
   Woe's me! still prison'd in the gloom Of this abhorr'd and musty room! Where
   heaven's dear light itself doth pass, But dimly through the painted glass!
   Hemmed in by volumes thick with dust, Worm - eaten, hid 'neath rust and
   mould, And to the high vault's topmost bound, A smoke - stained paper
   compassed round; With boxes round thee piled, and glass, And many a
   useless instrument, With old ancestral lumber blent This is thy world! a world!
   alas! And dost thou ask why heaves thy heart, With tighten'd pressure in thy
   breast? Why the dull ache will not depart, By which thy life - pulse is
   oppress'd? Instead of nature's living sphere, Created for mankind of old,
   Brute skeletons surround thee here, And dead men's bones in smoke and
   mould.

   Up! Forth into the distant land! Is not this book of mystery By Nostradamus'
   proper hand, An all - sufficient guide? Thou'lt see The courses of the stars
   unroll'd; When nature doth her thoughts unfold To thee, thy soul shall rise, and
   seek Communion high with her to hold, As spirit doth with spirit speak! Vain
   by dull poring to divine The meaning of each hallow'd sign. Spirits! I feel you
   hov'ring near; Make answer, if my voice ye hear!

   (He opens the book and perceives the sign of the Macrocosmos.)

   Ah! at this spectacle through every sense, What sudden ecstasy of joy is
   flowing! I feel new rapture, hallow'd and intense, Through every nerve and
   vein with ardour glowing. Was it a god who character'd this scroll, The tumult
   in my spirit healing, O'er my sad heart with rapture stealing, And by a mystic
   impulse, to my soul, The powers of nature all around revealing. Am I a God?
   What light intense! In these pure symbols do I see, Nature exert her vital
   energy. Now of the wise man's words I learn the sense;

   "Unlock'd the spirit - world doth lie, Thy sense is shut, thy heart is dead! Up
   scholar, lave, with courage high, Thine earthly breast in the morning - red!"

   (He contemplates the sign.)

   How all things live and work, and ever blending, Weave one vast whole from
   Being's ample range! How powers celestial, rising and descending, Their
   golden buckets ceaseless interchange! Their flight on rapture - breathing
   pinions winging, From heaven to earth their genial influence bringing, Through
   the wild sphere their chimes melodious ringing!

   A wondrous show! but ah! a show alone! Where shall I grasp thee, infinite
   nature, where? Ye breasts, ye fountains of all life, whereon Hang heaven and
   earth, from which the withered heart For solace yearns, ye still impart Your
   sweet and fostering tides - where are ye - where? Ye gush, and must I
   languish in despair?

   (He turns over the leaves of the book impatiently, and perceives the sigh of
   the Earth - spirit.)

   How all unlike the influence of this sign! Earth - spirit, thou to me art nigher,
   E'en now my strength is rising higher, E'en now I glow as with new wine;
   Courage I feel, abroad the world to dare, The woe of earth, the bliss of earth
   to bear, With storms to wrestle, brave the lightning's glare, And mid the
   crashing shipwreck not despair.

   Clouds gather over me The moon conceals her light The lamp is quench'd
   Vapours are rising - Quiv'ring round my head Flash the red beams - Down
   from the vaulted roof A shuddering horror floats, And seizes me! I feel it,
   spirit, prayer - compell'd, 'tis thou Art hovering near! Unveil thyself! Ha! How
   my heart is riven now! Each sense, with eager palpitation, Is strain'd to catch
   some new sensation! I feel my heart surrender'd unto thee! Thou must! Thou
   must! Though life should be the fee!

   (He seizes the book, and pronounces mysteriously the sign of the spirit. A
   ruddy flame flashes up; the spirit appears in the flame.)

     Spirit

   Who calls me?

   Faust (turning aside) Dreadful shape! Spirit

   With might,

   Thou hast compelled me to appear, Long hast been sucking at my sphere,
   And now 

   Dr. Johann Faust: Dr. Johann Faust watching a magic disc in his study.
   Engraving by Rembrant.]

   Faust

   Woe's me! I cannot bear thy sight!

   Spirit

   To see me thou dost breathe thine invocation, My voice to hear, to gaze upon
   my brow; Me doth thy strong entreaty bow Lo! I am here! - What cowering
   agitation Grasps thee, the demigod! Where's now the soul's deep cry? Where
   is the breast, which in its depths a world conceiv'd And bore and cherished?
   which, with ecstacy, To rank itself with us, the spirits, heaved? Where art
   thou, Faust? whose voice I heard resound, Who towards me press'd with
   energy profound? Art thou he? Thou, - who by my breath art blighted, Who,
   in his spirit's depths affrighted, Trembles, a crush'd and writhing worm!

   Faust

   Shall I yield, thing of flame, to thee? Faust, and thine equal, I am he!

   Spirit

     In the currents of life, in action's storm, I float and I wave With billowy
   motion! Birth and the grave A limitless ocean, A constant weaving With
   change still rife, A restless heaving, A glowing life Thus time's whirring loom
   unceasing I ply, And weave the life - garment of deity.

   Faust

   Thou, restless spirit, dost from end to end O'ersweep the world; how near I
   feel to thee!

   Spirit

   Thou'rt like the spirit, thou dost comprehend, Not me!

   (Vanishes.)

   Faust (deeply moved)

   Not thee? Whom then? I, Gods own image! And not rank with thee!

   (A knock)

   Oh death! I know it - 'tis my famulus My fairest fortune now escapes! That all
   these visionary shapes A soulless groveller should banish thus!

   (Wagner in his dressing gown and night - cap, a lamp in his hand. Faust turns
   round reluctantly.)

   Wagner

   Pardon! I heard you here declaim; A Grecian tragedy you doubtless read?
   Improvement in this art is now my aim, For now - a - days it much avails.
   Indeed An actor, oft I've heard it said, as teacher, May give instruction to a
   preacher.

     Faust

   Ay, if your priest should be an actor too, As not improbably may come to
   pass.

   Wagner

   When in his study pent the whole year through, Man views the world, as
   through an optic glass, On a chance holiday, and scarcely then, How by
   persuasion can he govern men?

   Faust

   If feeling prompt not, if it doth not flow Fresh from the spirit's depths, with
   strong control Swaying to rapture every listener's soul, Idle your toil; the
   chase you may forego! Brood o'er your task! Together glue, Cook from
   another's feast your own ragout, Still prosecute your paltry game, And fan
   your ash - heaps into flame! Thus children's wonder you'll excite, And apes', if
   such your appetite; But that which issues from the heart alone, Will bend the
   hearts of others to your own.

   Wagner

   The speaker in delivery will find Success alone; I still am far behind.

   Faust

   A worthy object still pursue! Be not a hollow tinkling fool! Sound
   understanding, judgment true, Find utterance without art or rule; And when in
   earnest you are moved to speak, Then is it needful cunning words to seek?
   Your fine harangues, so polish'd in their kind, Wherein the shreds of human
   thought ye twist, Are unrefreshing as the empty wind, Whistling through
   wither'd leaves and autumn mist!

   Wagner

   Oh God! How long is art, Our life how short! With earnest zeal Still as I ply
   the critic's task, I feel A strange oppression both of head and heart. The very
   means how hardly are they won, By which we to the fountains rise! And
   haply, ere one half the course is run, Check'd in his progress, the poor devil
   dies.

   Faust

     Parchment, is that the sacred fount whence roll Waters, he thirsteth not who
   once hath quaffed? Oh, if it gush not from thine inmost soul, Thou has not won
   the life - restoring draught.

   Wagner

   Your pardon! 'tis delightful to transport Oneself into the spirit of the past, To
   see in times before us how a wise man thought, And what a glorious height we
   have achieved at last.

   Faust

   Ay truly! even to the loftiest star! To us, my friend, the ages that are pass'd A
   book with seven seals, close - fasten'd, are; And what the spirit of the times
   men call, Is merely their own spirit after all, Wherein, distorted oft, the times
   are glass'd. Then truly, 'tis a sight to grieve the soul! At the first glance we fly it
   in dismay; A very lumber - room, a rubbish - hole; At best a sort of mock -
   heroic play, With saws pragmatical, and maxims sage, To suit the puppets
   and their mimic stage.

   Wagner

   But then the world and man, his heart and brain! Touching these things all men
   would something know.

   Faust

   Ay! what 'mong men as knowledge doth obtain! Who on the child its true
   name dares bestow? The few who somewhat of these things have known,
   Who their full hearts unguardedly reveal'd, Nor thoughts, nor feelings, from
   the mob conceal'd, Have died on crosses, or in flames been thrown. Excuse
   me, friend, far now the night is spent, For this time we must say adieu.

   Wagner

   Still to watch on I had been well content, Thus to converse so learnedly with
   you. But as to - morrow will be Easter - day, Some further questions grant, I
   pray; With diligence to study still I fondly cling; Already I know much, but
   would know everything.

   (Exit.)

     Faust Soliloquy - Chorus Of Angels

   Faust (alone)

   How him alone all hope abandons never, To empty trash who clings, with zeal
   untired, With greed for treasure gropes, and, joy - inspir'd, Exults if earth -
   worms second his endeavour.

   And dare a voice of merely human birth, E'en here, where shapes immortal
   throng'd intrude? Yet ah! thou poorest of the sons of earth, For once, I e'en
   to thee feel gratitude. Despair the power of sense did well - nigh blast, And
   thou didst save me ere I sank dismay'd, So giant - like the vision seem'd, so
   vast, I felt myself shrink dwarf'd as I survey'd!

   I, God's own image, from this toil of clay Already freed, with eager joy who
   hail'd The mirror of eternal truth unveil'd, Mid light effulgent and celestial day:
   I, more than cherub, whose unfetter'd soul With penetrative glance aspir'd to
   flow Through nature's veins, and, still creating, know The life of gods, - how
   am I punish'd now! One thunder - word hath hurl'd me from the goal!

   Spirit! I dare not lift me to thy sphere. What though my power compell'd thee
   to appear, My art was powerless to detain thee here. In that great moment,
   rapture - fraught, I felt myself so small, so great; Fiercely didst thrust me from
   the realm of thought Back on humanity's uncertain fate! Who'll teach me now?
   What ought I to forego? Ought I that impulse to obey? Alas! our every deed,
   as well as every woe, Impedes the tenor of life's onward way!

   E'en to the noblest by the soul conceiv'd, Some feelings cling of baser quality;
   And when the goods of this world are achiev'd, Each nobler aim is termed a
   cheat, a lie. Our aspirations, our soul's genuine life, Grow torpid in the din of
   earthly strife. Though youthful phantasy, while hope inspires, Stretch o'er the
   infinite her wing sublime, A narrow compass limits her desires, When wreck'd
   our fortunes in the gulf of time. In the deep heart of man care builds her nest,
   O'er secret woes she broodeth there, Sleepless she rocks herself and scareth
   joy and rest; Still is she wont some new disguise to wear, She may as house
   and court, as wife and child appear, As dagger, poison, fire and flood;
   Imagined evils chill thy blood,

   And what thou ne'er shall lose, o'er that dost shed the tear. I am not like the
   gods! Feel it I must; I'm like the earth - worm, writhing in the dust, Which, as
   on dust it feeds, its native fare, Crushed 'neath the passer's tread, lies buried
   there.

   Is it not dust, wherewith this lofty wall, With hundred shelves, confines me
   round; Rubbish, in thousand shapes, may I not call What in this moth - world
   doth my being bound? Here, what doth fail me, shall I find? Read in a
   thousand tomes that, everywhere, Self - torture is the lot of human - kind,
   With but one mortal happy, here and there? Thou hollow skull, that grin, what
   should it say, But that thy brain, like mine, of old perplexed, Still yearning for
   the truth, hath sought the light of day. And in the twilight wandered, sorely
   vexed? Ye instruments, forsooth, ye mock at me, With wheel, and cog, and
   ring, and cylinder; To nature's portals ye should be the key; Cunning your
   wards, and yet the bolts ye fail to stir. Inscrutable in broadest light, To be
   unveil'd by force she doth refuse, What she reveals not to thy mental sight,
   Thou wilt not wrest me from her with levers and with screws. Old useless
   furnitures, yet stand ye here, Because my sire ye served, now dead and gone.
   Old scroll, the smoke of years dost wear, So long as o'er this desk the sorry
   lamp hath shone. Better my little means hath squandered quite away, Than
   burden'd by that little here to sweat and groan! Wouldst thou possess thy
   heritage, essay, By use to render it thine own! What we employ not, but
   impedes our way, That which the hour creates, that can it use alone! But
   wherefore to yon spot is riveted my gaze? Is yonder flasket there a magnet to
   my sight? Whence this mild radiance that around me plays, As when, 'mid
   forest gloom, reigneth the moon's soft light?

   Hail precious phial! Thee, with reverent awe, Down from thine old receptacle
   I draw! Science in thee I hail and human art. Essence of deadliest powers,
   refin'd and sure, Of soothing anodynes abstraction pure, Now in thy master's
   need thy grace impart! I gaze on thee, my pain is lull'd to rest; I grasp thee,
   calm'd the tumult in my breast; The flood - tide of my spirit ebbs away;
   Onward I'm summon'd o'er a boundless main, Calm at my feet expands the
   glassy plain, To shores unknown allures a brighter day.

   Lo, where a car of fire, on airy pinion, Comes floating towards me! I'm
   prepar'd to fly By a new track through ether's wide dominion, To distant
   spheres of pure activity. This life intense, this godlike ecstasy Worm that thou
   art such rapture canst thou earn? Only resolve with courage stern and high,
   Thy visage from the radiant sun to turn! Dare with determin'd will to burst the
   portals Past which in terror others fain would steal! Now is the time, through
   deeds, to show that mortals The calm sublimity of gods can feel; To shudder
   not at yonder dark abyss, Where phantasy creates her own self - torturing
   brood, Right onward to the yawning gulf to press, Around whose narrow
   jaws rolleth hell's fiery flood; With glad resolve to take the fatal leap, Though
   danger threaten thee, to sink in endless sleep! Pure crystal goblet! forth I
   draw thee now, From out thine antiquated case, where thou Forgotten hast
   reposed for many a year! Oft at my father's revels thou didst shine, To glad
   the earnest guests was thine, As each to other passed the generous cheer. The
   gorgeous brede of figures, quaintly wrought, Which he who quaff'd must first
   in rhyme expound, Then drain the goblet at one draught profound, Hath nights
   of boyhood to fond memory brought. I to my neighbour shall not reach thee
   now, Nor on thy rich device shall I my cunning show. Here is a juice, makes
   drunk without delay; Its dark brown flood thy crystal round doth fill; Let this
   last draught, the product of my skill, My own free choice, be quaff'd with
   resolute will, A solemn festive greeting, to the coming day!

   (He places the goblet to his mouth.)

     (The ringing of bells, and choral voices.)

   Chorus of Angels

   Christ is arisen! Mortal, all hail to thee, Thou whom mortality, Earth's sad
   reality, Held as in prison.

   Faust

   What hum melodious, what clear silvery chime Thus draws the goblet from
   my lips away? Ye deep - ton'd bells, do ye with voice sublime, Announce the
   solemn dawn of Easter - day? Sweet choir! are ye the hymn of comfort
   singing, Which one around the darkness of the grave, From seraph - voices,
   in glad triumph ringing, Of a new covenant assurance gave?

   Chorus of Women

   We, his true - hearted, With spices and myrrh, Embalmed the departed, And
   swathed him with care; Here we conveyed Him, Our Master, so dear; Alas!
   Where we laid Him, The Christ is not here,

   Chorus of Angels

   Christ is arisen! Blessed the loving one, Who from earth's trial throes, Healing
   and strengthening woes, Soars as from prison.

   Faust

   Wherefore, ye tones celestial, sweet and strong, Come ye a dweller in the
   dust to seek? Ring out your chimes believing crowds among, The message
   well I hear, my faith alone is weak; From faith her darling, miracle, hath
   sprung. Aloft to yonder spheres I dare not soar, Whence sound the tidings of
   great joy; And yet, with this sweet strain familiar when a boy, Back it recalleth
   me to life once more. Then would celestial love, with holy kiss, Come o'er me
   in the Sabbath's stilly hour, While, fraught with solemn meaning and
   mysterious power, Chim'd the deep - sounding bell, and prayer was bliss; A
   yearning impulse, undefin'd yet dear, Drove me to wander on through wood
   and field; With heaving breast and many a burning tear, I felt with holy joy a
   world reveal'd. Gay sports and festive hours proclaim'd with joyous pealing,
   This Easter hymn in days of old; And fond remembrance now doth me, with
   childlike feeling, Back from the last, the solemn step, withhold. O still sound
   on, thou sweet celestial strain! The tear - drop flows, - Earth, I am thine
   again!

   Chorus of Disciples

   He whom we mourned as dead, Living and glorious, From the dark grave
   hath fled, O'er death victorious; Almost creative bliss Waits on his growing
   powers; Ah! Him on earth we miss; Sorrow and grief are ours. Yearning he
   left his own, Mid sore annoy; Ah! we must needs bemoan. Master, thy joy!

     Chorus of Angels

   Christ is arisen, Redeem'd from decay. The bonds which imprison Your souls,
   rend away! Praising the Lord with zeal, By deeds that love reveal, Like
   brethren true and leal Sharing the daily meal, To all that sorrow feel
   Whisp'ring of heaven's weal, Still is the master near, Still is he here!

     Before The Gate

   Promenaders of all sorts pass out.

   Artisans

   Why choose ye that direction, pray?

   Others

   To the hunting - lodge we're on our way.

   The First

   We towards the mill are strolling on.

   A Mechanic

   A walk to Wasserhof were best.

   A Second

   The road is not a pleasant one.

     The Others

   What will you do?

   A Third

   I'll join the rest.

   A Fourth

   Let's up to Burghof, there you'll find good cheer, The prettiest maidens and
   the best of beer, And brawls of a prime sort.

   A Fifth

   You scapegrace! How; Your skin still itching for a row? Thither I will not go,
   I loathe the place.

   Servant Girl

   No, no! I to the town my steps retrace.

   Another

   Near yonder poplars he is sure to be.

   The First

     And if he is, what matters it to me! With you he'll walk, he'll dance with none
   but you, And with your pleasures what have I to do?

   The Second

   To - day he will not be alone, he said His friend would be with him, the curly -
   head.

   Student

   Why how those buxom girls step on! Come, brother, we will follow them
   anon. Strong beer, a damsel smartly dress'd, Stinging tobacco, - these I love
   the best.

   Burgher's Daughter

   Look at those handsome fellows there! 'Tis really shameful, I declare, The
   very best society they shun, After those servant girls forsooth, to run.

   Second Student (to the first)

   Not quite so fast! for in our rear, Two girls, well - dress'd, are drawing near;
   Not far from us the one doth dwell, And sooth to say, I like her well. They
   walk demurely, yet you'll see, That they will let us join them presently.

   The First

   Not I! restraints of all kinds I detest. Quick! let us catch the wild - game ere it
   flies, The hand on Saturday the mop that plies, Will on the Sunday fondle you
   the best.

   Burgher

   No, this new Burgomaster, I like him not, God knows, Now, he's in office,
   daily more arrogant he grows; And for the town, what doth he do for it? Are
   not things worse from day to day? To more restraints we must submit; And
   taxes more than ever pay.

     Beggar (sings)

   Kind gentleman and ladies fair, So rosy - cheek'd and trimly dress'd, Be
   pleas'd to listen to my prayer, Relieve and pity the distress'd. Let me not
   vainly sing my lay! His heart's most glad whose hand is free. Now when all
   men keep holiday, Should be a harvest - day to me.

   Another Burgher

   On holidays and Sundays naught know I more inviting Than chatting about
   war and war's alarms, When folk in Turkey, up in arms, Far off, are 'gainst
   each other fighting. We at the window stand, our glasses drain, And watch
   adown the stream the painted vessels gliding Then joyful we at eve come
   home again, And peaceful times we bless, peace long - abiding.

   Third Burgher

   Ay, neighbour! So let matters stand for me! There they may scatter one
   another's brains, And wild confusion round them see So here at home in quiet
   all remains! Old Woman (to the Burghers' Daughters) Heyday! How smart!
   The fresh young blood! Who would not fall in love with you? Not quite so
   proud! 'Tis well and good! And what you wish, that I could help you to.

   Burgher's Daughter

   Come, Agatha! I care not to be seen Walking in public with these witches.
   True, My future lover, last St. Andrew's E'en, In flesh and blood she brought
   before my view.

   Another

   And mine she show'd me also in the glass, A soldier's figure, with companions
   bold; I look around, I seek him as I pass, In vain, his form I nowhere can
   behold.

   Soldiers

   Fortress with turrets And walls high in air, Damsel disdainful, Haughty and
   fair, There be my prey! Bold is the venture, Costly the pay!

   Hark how the trumpet Thither doth call us, Where either pleasure Or death
   may befall us. Hail to the tumult! Life's in the field! Damsel and fortress To us
   must yield.

   Bold is the venture, Costly the pay! Gaily the soldier Marches away.

     Faust and Wagner - Peasant Dances

   Faust

   Loosed from their fetters are streams and rills Through the gracious spring -
   tide's all - quickening glow; Hope's budding joy in the vale doth blow; Old
   Winter back to the savage hills Withdraweth his force, decrepid now. Thence
   only impotent icy grains Scatters he as he wings his flight, Striping with sleet
   the verdant plains; But the sun endureth no trace of white; Everywhere growth
   and movement are rife, All things investing with hues of life: Though flowers
   are lacking, varied of dye, Their colours the motley throng supply. Turn thee
   around, and from this height, Back to the town direct thy sight. Forth from the
   hollow, gloomy gate, Stream forth the masses, in bright array. Gladly seek
   they the sun to - day; The Lord's Resurrection they celebrate: For they
   themselves have risen, with joy, From tenement sordid, from cheerless room,
   From bonds of toil, from care and annoy, From gable and roof's o'er -
   hanging gloom, From crowded alley and narrow street, And from the
   churches' awe - breathing night, All now have come forth into the light. Look,
   only look, on nimble feet, Through garden and field how spread the throng,
   How o'er the river's ample sheet,

   Many a gay wherry glides along; And see, deep sinking in the tide, Pushes the
   last boat now away. E'en from yon far hill's path - worn side, Flash the bright
   hues of garments gay. Hark! Sounds of village mirth arise; This is the people's
   paradise. Both great and small send up a cheer; Here am I man, I feel it here.

   Wagner

   Sir Doctor, in a walk with you There's honour and instruction too; Yet here
   alone I care not to resort, Because I coarseness hate of every sort. This
   fiddling, shouting, skittling, I detest; I hate the tumult of the vulgar throng; They
   roar as by the evil one possess'd, And call it pleasure, call it song.

   Peasants (under the linden - tree)

   Dance and song

   The shepherd for the dance was dress'd, With ribbon, wreath, and coloured
   vest, A gallant show displaying. And round about the linden - tree, They
   footed it right merrily. Juchhe! Juchhe! Juchheisa! Heisa! He! So fiddle - bow
   was braying

   Our swain amidst the circle press'd, He push'd a maiden trimly dress'd, And
   jogg'd her with his elbow; The buxom damsel turn'd her head, "Now that's a
   stupid trick!" she said Juchhe! Juchhe! Juchheisa! Heisa! He! Don't be so
   rude, good fellow!

   Swift in the circle they advanced, They danced to right, to left they danced,
   And all the skirts were swinging. And they grew red, and they grew warm,
   Panting, they rested arm in arm, Juchhe! Juchhe! Juchheisa! Heisa! He! To
   hip their elbow bringing.

   Don't make so free! How many a maid Has been betroth'd and then betray'd;
   And has repented after! Yet still he flatter'd her aside, And from the linden, far
   and wide, Juchhe! Juchhe! Juchheisa! Heisa! He! Rang fiddle - bow and
   laughter.

     Old Peasant

   Doctor, 'tis really kind of you, To condescend to come this way, A highly
   learned man like you, To join our mirthful throng to - day. Our fairest cup I
   offer you, which we with sparkling drink have crown'd, And pledging you, I
   pray aloud, That every drop within its round, While it your present thirst
   allays, May swell the number of your days.

   Faust

   I take the cup you kindly reach, Thanks and prosperity to each! (The crowd
   gather round in a circle.)

   Old Peasant

   Ay, truly! 'tis well done, that you Our festive meeting thus attend; You, who in
   evil days of yore, So often show'd yourself our friend! Full many a one stands
   living here, Who from the fever's deadly blast, Your father rescu'd, when his
   skill The fatal sickness stay'd at last. A young man then, each house you
   sought, Where reign'd the mortal pestilence. Corpse after corpse was carried
   forth, But still unscath'd you issued thence. Sore then your trials and severe;
   The Helper yonder aids the helper here.

   All

   Heaven bless the trusty friend, and long To help the poor his life prolong!

   Faust

   To Him above in homage bend, Who prompts the helper and Who help doth
   send. (He proceeds with Wagner.)

   Wagner

   What feelings, great man, must thy breast inspire, At homage paid thee by this
   crowd! Thrice blest Who from the gifts by him possessed Such benefit can
   draw! The sire Thee to his boy with reverence shows; They press around,
   inquire, advance, Hush'd is the fiddle, check'd the dance. Where thou dost
   pass they stand in rows, And each aloft his bonnet throws, But little fails and
   they to thee, As though the Host came by, would bend the knee.

   Faust

     A few steps further, up to yonder stone! Here rest we from our walk. In times
   long past, Absorb'd in thought, here oft I sat alone, And disciplin'd myself
   with prayer and fast. Then rich in hope, with faith sincere, With sighs, and
   hands in anguish press'd, The end of that sore plague, with many a tear, From
   heaven's dread Lord, I sought to wrest. The crowd's applause assumes a
   scornful tone. Oh, could'st thou in my inner being read, How little either sire
   or son, Of such renown deserves the meed! My sire, of good repute, and
   sombre mood, O'er nature's powers and every mystic zone, With honest zeal,
   but methods of his own, With toil fantastic loved to brood; His time in dark
   alchemic cell, With brother adepts he would spend, And there antagonists
   compel, Through numberless receipts to blend. A ruddy lion there, a suitor
   bold, In tepid bath was with the lily wed. Thence both, while open flames
   around them roll'd, Were tortur'd to another bridal bed. Was then the youthful
   queen descried With varied colours in the flask; This was our medicine; the
   patients died, "Who were restored?" none cared to ask. With our infernal
   mixture thus, ere long, These hills and peaceful vales among, We rag'd more
   fiercely than the pest; Myself the deadly poison did to thousands give; They
   pined away, I yet must live, To hear the reckless murderers blest.

   Wagner

   Why let this thought your soul o'ercast? Can man do more than with nice skill,
   With firm and conscientious will, Practise the art transmitted from the past? If
   thou thy sire dost honour in thy youth, His lore thou gladly wilt receive; In
   manhood, dost thou spread the bounds of truth, Then may thy son a higher
   goal achieve.

   Faust

   How blest, in whom the fond desire From error's sea to rise, hope still
   renews! What a man knows not, that he doth require, And what he knoweth,
   that he cannot use. But let not moody thoughts their shadow throw O'er the
   calm beauty of this hour serene! In the rich sunset see how brightly glow Yon
   cottage homes, girt round with verdant green! Slow sinks the orb, the day in
   now no more; Yonder he hastens to diffuse new life. Oh for a pinion from the
   earth to soar, And after, ever after him to strive! Then should I see the world
   below, Bathed in the deathless evening - beams, The vales reposing, every
   height a - glow, The silver brooklets meeting golden streams. The savage
   mountain, with its cavern'd side, Bars not my godlike progress. Lo, the ocean,
   Its warm bays heaving with a tranquil motion, To my rapt vision opes its
   ample tide! But now at length the god appears to sink; A new - born impulse
   wings my flight, Onward I press, his quenchless light to drink, The day before
   me, and behind the night, The pathless waves beneath, and over me the skies.
   Fair dream, it vanish'd with the parting day! Alas! that when on spirit - wing
   we rise, No wing material lifts our mortal clay. But 'tis our inborn impulse,
   deep and strong, Upwards and onwards still to urge our flight, When far
   above us pours its thrilling song The sky - lark, lost in azure light, When on
   extended wing amain O'er pine - crown'd height the eagle soars, And over
   moor and lake, the crane Still striveth towards its native shores.

   Wagner

   To strange conceits oft I myself must own, But impulse such as this I ne'er
   have known: Nor woods, nor fields, can long our thoughts engage, Their
   wings I envy not the feather'd kind; Far otherwise the pleasures of the mind,
   Bear us from book to book, from page to page! Then winter nights grow
   cheerful; keen delight Warms every limb; and ah! when we unroll Some old
   and precious parchment, at the sight All heaven itself descends upon the soul.

   Faust

   Thy heart by one sole impulse is possess'd; Unconscious of the other still
   remain! Two souls, alas! are lodg'd within my breast, Which struggle there for
   undivided reign: One to the world, with obstinate desire, And closely -
   cleaving organs, still adheres; Above the mist, the other doth aspire, With
   sacred vehemence, to purer spheres. Oh, are there spirits in the air, Who float
   'twixt heaven and earth dominion wielding, Stoop hither from your golden
   atmosphere, Lead me to scenes, new life and fuller yielding! A magic mantle
   did I but possess, Abroad to waft me as on viewless wings, I'd prize it far
   beyond the costliest dress, Nor would I change it for the robe of kings.

   Alas, two souls are living in my breast, And one wants to separate itself from
   the other. One holds fast to the world with earthy passion And clings with
   twining tendrils: The other lifts itself with forceful craving To the very roof of
   heaven.

   Wagner

   Call not the spirits who on mischief wait! Their troop familiar, streaming
   through the air, From every quarter threaten man's estate, And danger in a
   thousand forms prepare! They drive impetuous from the frozen north, With
   fangs sharp - piercing, and keen arrowy tongues; From the ungenial east they
   issue forth, And prey, with parching breath, upon thy lungs; If, waft'd on the
   desert's flaming wing, They from the south heap fire upon the brain,
   Refreshment from the west at first they bring, Anon to drown thyself and field
   and plain. In wait for mischief, they are prompt to hear; With guileful purpose
   our behests obey; Like ministers of grace they oft appear, And lisp like
   angels, to betray. But let us hence! Grey eve doth all things blend, The air
   grows chill, the mists descend! 'Tis in the evening first our home we prize Why
   stand you thus, and gaze with wondering eyes? What in the gloom thus moves
   you?

   Faust

     Yon black hound See'st thou, through corn and stubble scampering round?

   Wagner

   I've mark'd him long, naught strange in him I see!

   Faust

   Note him! What takest thou the brute to be?

   Wagner

   But for a poodle, whom his instinct serves His master's track to find once
   more.

   Faust

   Dost mark how round us, with wide spiral curves, He wheels, each circle
   closer than before? And, if I err not, he appears to me A line of fire upon his
   track to leave.

   Wagner

   Naught but a poodle black of hue I see; 'Tis some illusion doth your sight
   deceive.

   Faust

   Methinks a magic coil our feet around, He for a future snare doth lightly
   spread.

     Wagner

   Around us as in doubt I see him shyly bound, Since he two strangers seeth in
   his master's stead.

   Faust

   The circle narrows, he's already near!

   Wagner

   A dog dost see, no spectre have we here; He growls, doubts, lays him on his
   belly, too, And wags his tail - as dogs are wont to do.

   Faust

   Come hither, Sirrah! join our company!

   Wagner

   A very poodle, he appears to be! Thou standest still, for thee he'll wait; Thou
   speak'st to him, he fawns upon thee straight; Aught thou mayst lose, again he'll
   bring, And for thy stick will into water spring.

   Faust

   Thou'rt right indeed; no traces now I see Whatever of a spirit's agency. 'Tis
   training - nothing more.

   Wagner

   A dog well taught E'en by the wisest of us may be sought. Ay, to your favour
   he's entitled too, Apt scholar of the students, 'tis his due! (They enter the gate
   of the town.)

     Faust Meets With Mephistopheles

   Study

   Faust (entering with the poodle)

   Now field and meadow I've forsaken; O'er them deep night her veil doth
   draw; In us the better soul doth waken, With feelings of foreboding awe, All
   lawless promptings, deeds unholy, Now slumber, and all wild desires; The
   love of man doth sway us wholly, And love to God the soul inspires.

   Peace, poodle, peace! Scamper not thus; obey me! Why at the threshold
   snuffest thou so? Behind the stove now quietly lay thee, My softest cushion to
   thee I'll throw. As thou, without, didst please and amuse me Running and
   frisking about on the hill, So tendance now I will not refuse thee; A welcome
   guest, if thou'lt be still.

   Ah! when the friendly taper gloweth, Once more within our narrow cell, Then
   in the heart itself that knoweth, A light the darkness doth dispel. Reason her
   voice resumes; returneth Hope's gracious bloom, with promise rife; For
   streams of life the spirit yearneth, Ah! for the very fount of life.

   Poodle, snarl not! with the tone that arises, Hallow'd and peaceful, my soul
   within, Accords not thy growl, thy bestial din. We find it not strange, that man
   despises What he conceives not; That he the good and fair misprizes Finding
   them often beyond his ken; Will the dog snarl at them like men?

   But ah! Despite my will, it stands confessed, Contentment welleth up no
   longer in my breast. Yet wherefore must the stream, alas, so soon be dry,
   That we once more athirst should lie? Full oft this sad experience hath been
   mine; Nathless the want admits of compensation; For things above the earth
   we learn to pine, Our spirits yearn for revelation, Which nowhere burns with
   purer beauty blent, Than here in the New Testament. To ope the ancient text
   an impulse strong Impels me, and its sacred lore, With honest purpose to
   explore, And render into my love German tongue.

   (He opens a volume, and applies himself to it.)

   'Tis writ, "In the beginning was the Word!" I pause, perplex'd! Who now will
   help afford? I cannot the mere Word so highly prize; I must translate it
   otherwise, If by the spirit guided as I read. "In the beginning was the Sense!"
   Take heed, The import of this primal sentence weigh, Lest thy too hasty pen
   be led astray! Is force creative then of Sense the dower? "In the beginning
   was the Power!" Thus should it stand: yet, while the line I trace, A something
   warns me, once more to efface. The spirit aids! from anxious scruples freed, I
   write, "In the beginning was the Deed!"

   Am I with thee my room to share, Poodle, thy barking now forbear, Forbear
   thy howling! Comrade so noisy, ever growling, I cannot suffer here to dwell.
   One or the other, mark me well, Forthwith must leave the cell. I'm loath the
   guest - right to withhold; The door's ajar, the passage clear; But what must
   now mine eyes behold! Are nature's laws suspended here? Real is it, or a
   phantom show? In length and breadth how doth my poodle grow! He lifts
   himself with threat'ning mien, In likeness of a dog no longer seen! What
   spectre have I harbour'd thus! Huge as a hippopotamus, With fiery eye,
   terrific tooth! Ah! now I know thee, sure enough! For such a base, half -
   hellish brood, The key of Solomon is good.

   Spirits (without)

     Captur'd there within is one! Stay without and follow none! Like a fox in iron
   snare, Hell's old lynx is quaking there,

   But take heed! Hover round, above, below,

   To and fro, Then from durance is he freed! Can ye aid him, spirits all, Leave
   him not in mortal thrall! Many a time and oft hath he Served us, when at
   liberty.

   Faust

   The monster to confront, at first, The spell of Four must be rehears'd;

   Salamander shall kindle, Writhe nymph of the wave, In air sylph shall dwindle,
   And Kobold shall slave.

   Who doth ignore The primal Four, Nor knows aright Their use and might,
   O'er spirits will he Ne'er master be!

   Vanish in the fiery glow, Salamander! Rushingly together flow. Undine!
   Shimmer in the meteor's gleam, Sylphide! Hither bring thine homely aid,
   Incubus! Incubus! Step forth! I do adjure thee thus! None of the Four Lurks
   in the beast: He grins at me, untroubled as before; I have not hurt him in the
   least. A spell of fear Thou now shalt hear. Art thou, comrade fell, Fugitive
   from Hell? See then this sign, Before which incline The murky troops of Hell!
   With bristling hair now doth the creature swell.

   Canst thou, reprobate, Read the uncreate, Unspeakable, diffused Throughout
   the heavenly sphere, Shamefully abused, Transpierced with nail and spear!

   Behind the stove, tam'd by my spells, Like an elephant he swells; Wholly now
   he fills the room, He into mist will melt away. Ascend not to the ceiling!
   Come, Thyself at the master's feet now lay! Thou seest that mine is no idle
   threat. With holy fire I will scorch thee yet! Wait not the might That lies in the
   triple - glowing light! Wait not the might Of all my arts in fullest measure!

   Mephistopheles

   (As the mist sinks, comes forward from behind the stove, in the dress of a
   travelling scholar) Why all this uproar? What's the master's pleasure?

   Faust

     This then the kernel of the brute! A traveling scholar? Why I needs must
   smile.

   Mephistopheles

   Your learned reverence humbly I salute! You've made me swelter in a pretty
   style.

   Faust

   Thy name?

   Mephistopheles

   The question trifling seems from one, Who it appears the Word doth rate so
   low; Who, undeluded by mere outward show, To Being's depths would
   penetrate alone.

   Faust

   With gentlemen like you indeed The inward essence from the name we read,
   As all too plainly it doth appear, When Beelzebub, Destroyer, Liar, meets the
   ear. Who then art thou?

   Mephistopheles

   Part of that power which still Produceth good, whilst ever scheming ill.

   Faust

   What hidden mystery in this riddle lies?

     Mephistopheles

   The spirit I, which evermore denies! And justly; for whate'er to light is brought
   Deserves again to be reduced to naught; Then better 'twere that naught should
   be. Thus all the elements which ye Destruction, Sin, or briefly, Evil, name, As
   my peculiar element I claim.

   Faust

   Thou nam'st thyself a part, and yet a whole I see.

   Mephistopheles

   The modest truth I speak to thee. Though folly's microcosm, man, it seems,
   Himself to be a perfect whole esteems: Part of the part am I, which at the first
   was all, A part of darkness, which gave birth to light, Proud light, who now
   his mother would enthrall, Contesting space and ancient rank with night. Yet
   he succeedeth not, for struggle as he will, To forms material he adhereth still;
   From them he streameth, them he maketh fair, And still the progress of his
   beams they check; And so, I trust, when comes the final wreck, Light will, ere
   long, the doom of matter share.

   Faust

   Thy worthy avocation now I guess! Wholesale annihilation won't prevail, So
   thou'rt beginning on a smaller scale.

   Mephistopheles

   And, to say truth, as yet with small success. Oppos'd to naught, this clumsy
   world, The something - it subsisteth still; Not yet is it to ruin hurl'd, Despite
   the efforts of my will. Tempests and earthquakes, fire and flood, I've tried;
   Yet land and ocean still unchang'd abide! And then of humankind and beasts,
   the accursed brood, Neither o'er them can I extend my sway. What countless
   myriads have I swept away! Yet ever circulates the fresh young blood. It is
   enough to drive me to despair! As in the earth, in water, and in air, A
   thousand germs burst forth spontaneously; In moisture, drought, heat, cold,
   they still appear! Had I not flame selected as my sphere Nothing apart had
   been reversed for me.

   Faust

   So thou with thy cold devil's fist Still clench'd in malice impotent Dost the
   creative power resist, The active, the beneficent! Henceforth some other task
   essay, Of Chaos thou the wondrous son!

   Mephistopheles

     We will consider what you say, And talk about it more anon! For this time
   have I leave to go?

   Faust

   Why thou shouldst ask, I cannot see. Since thee I now have learned to know,
   At thy good pleasure, visit me. Here is the window, here the door, The
   chimney, too, may serve thy need.

   Mephistopheles

   I must confess, my stepping o'er Thy threshold a slight hindrance doth
   impede; The wizard - foot doth me retain.

   Faust

   The pentagram thy peace doth mar? To me, thou son of hell, explain, How
   camest thou in, if this thine exit bar? Could such a spirit aught ensnare?

   Mephistopheles

   Observe it well, it is not drawn with care, One of the angles, that which points
   without, Is, as thou seest, not quite closed.

   Faust

   Chance hath the matter happily dispos'd! So thou my captive art? No doubt!
   By accident thou thus art caught!

   Mephistopheles

   In sprang the dog, indeed, observing naught; Things now assume another
   shape, The devil's in the house and can't escape.

     Faust

   Why through the window not withdraw?

   Mephistopheles

   For ghosts and for the devil 'tis a law. Where they stole in, there they must
   forth. We're free The first to choose; as to the second, slaves are we.

   Faust

   E'en hell hath its peculiar laws, I see! I'm glad of that! a pact may then be
   made, The which you gentlemen will surely keep?

   Mephistopheles

   What e'er therein is promised thou shalt reap, No tittle shall remain unpaid.
   But such arrangements time require; We'll speak of them when next we meet;
   Most earnestly I now entreat, This once permission to retire.

   Faust

   Another moment prithee here remain, Me with some happy word to pleasure.

   Mephistopheles

   Now let me go! ere long I'll come again, Then thou may'st question at thy
   leisure.

   Faust

     'Twas not my purpose thee to lime; The snare hast entered of thine own free
   will: Let him who holds the devil, hold him still! So soon he'll catch him not a
   second time.

   Mephistopheles

   If it so please thee, I'm at thy command; Only on this condition, understand;
   That worthily thy leisure to beguile, I here may exercise my arts awhile.

   Faust

   Thou'rt free to do so! Gladly I'll attend; But be thine art a pleasant one!

   Mephistopheles

   My friend,

   This hour enjoyment more intense, Shall captivate each ravish'd sense, Than
   thou could'st compass in the bound Of the whole year's unvarying round; And
   what the dainty spirits sing, The lovely images they bring. Are no fantastic
   sorcery. Rich odours shall regale your smell, On choicest sweets your palate
   dwell, Your feelings thrill with ecstasy. No preparation do we need, Here we
   together are. Proceed.

   Spirits

   Hence overshadowing gloom, Vanish from sight! O'er us thine azure dome,
   Bend, beauteous light! Dark clouds that o'er us spread, Melt in thin air! Stars,
   your soft radiance shed, Tender and fair. Girt with celestial might, Winging
   their airy flight, Spirits are thronging. Follows their forms of light Infinite
   longing! Flutter their vestures bright O'er field and grove! Where in their leafy
   bower Lovers the livelong hour Vow deathless love. Soft bloometh bud and
   bower! Bloometh the grove! Grapes from the spreading vine Crown the full
   measure; Fountains of foaming wine Gush from the pressure. Still where the
   currents wind, Gems brightly gleam. Leaving the hills behind On rolls the
   stream; Now into ample seas, Spreadeth the flood; Laving the sunny leas,
   Mantled with wood. Rapture the feather'd throng, Gaily careering, Sip as they
   float along; Sunward they're steering; On towards the isles of light Winging
   their way, That on the waters bright Dancingly play. Hark to the choral strain,
   Joyfully ringing! While on the grassy plain Dancers are springing; Climbing the
   steep hill's side, Skimming the glassy tide, Wander they there; Others on
   pinions wide Wing the blue air; All lifeward tending, upward still wending,
   Towards yonder stars that gleam, Far, far above; Stars from whose tender
   beam Rains blissful love.

   Mephistopheles

   Well done, my dainty spirits! now he slumbers! Ye have entranc'd him fairly
   with your numbers! This minstrelsy of yours I must repay, Thou art not yet the
   man to hold the devil fast! With fairest shapes your spells around him cast,
   And plunge him in a sea of dreams! But that this charm be rent, the threshold
   passed, Tooth of rat the way must clear. I need not conjure long it seems,
   One rustles hitherward, and soon my voice will hear. The master of the rats
   and mice, Of flies and frogs, of bugs and lice, Commands thy presence;
   without fear Come forth and gnaw the threshold here, Where he with oil has
   smear'd it. - Thou Com'st hopping forth already! Now To work! The point
   that holds me bound Is in the outer angle found. Another bite - so - now 'tis
   doneNow, Faustus, till we meet again, dream on.

   Faust (awaking)

   Am I once more deluded! must I deem That thus the throng of spirits
   disappear? The devil's presence, was it but a dream? Hath but a poodle
   scap'd and left me here?

     Faust And Mephistopheles - A Student

   Study

   Faust

   A knock? Come in! Who now would break my rest?

   Mephistopheles

   'Tis I!

   Faust

   Come in!

   Mephistopheles

   Thrice be the words express'd.

   Faust

   Then I repeat, Come in! Mephistopheles

     'Tis well, I hope that we shall soon agree! For now your fancies to expel,
   Here, as a youth of high degree, I come in gold - lac'd scarlet vest, And stiff -
   silk mantle richly dress'd, A cock's gay feather for a plume, A long and
   pointed rapier, too; And briefly I would counsel you To don at once the same
   costume, And, free from trammels, speed away, That what life is you may
   essay.

   Faust

   In every garb I needs must feel oppress'd, My heart to earth's low cares a
   prey. Too old the trifler's part to play, Too young to live by no desire
   possess'd. What can the world to me afford? Renounce! renouce! is still the
   word; This is the everlasting song In every ear that ceaseless rings, And
   which, alas, our whole life long, Hoarsely each passing moment sings. But to
   new horror I awake each morn, And I could weep hot tears, to see the sun
   Dawn on another day, whose round forlorn Accomplishes no wish of mine -
   not one. Which still, with froward captiousness, impains E'en the presentiment
   of every joy, While low realities and paltry cares The spirit's fond imaginings
   destroy. Then must I too, when falls the veil of night, Stretch'd on my pallet
   languish in despair, Appalling dreams my soul affright; No rest vouchsafed me
   even there. The god, who throned within my breast resides, Deep in my soul
   can stir the springs; With sovereign sway my energies he guides, He cannot
   move external things; And so existence is to me a weight. Death fondly I
   desire, and life I hate.

   Mephistopheles

   And yet, methinks, by most 'twill be confess'd That Death is never quite a
   welcome guest.

   Faust

   Happy the man around whose brow he binds The bloodstain'd wreath in
   conquest's dazzling hour; Or whom, excited by the dance, he finds Dissolv'd
   in bliss, in love's delicious bower! O that before the lofty spirit's might,
   Enraptured, I had rendered up my soul!

   Mephistopheles

   Yet did a certain man refrain one night, Of its brown juice to drain the crystal
   bowl.

   Faust

   To play the spy diverts you then?

   Mephistopheles

   I own, Though not omniscient, much to me is known.

     Faust

   If o'er my soul the tone familiar, stealing, Drew me from harrowing thought's
   bewild'ring maze, Touching the ling'ring chords of childlike feeling, With sweet
   harmonies of happier days: So curse I all, around the soul that windeth Its
   magic and alluring spell, And with delusive flattery bindeth Its victim to this
   dreary cell! Curs'd before all things be the high opinion, Wherewith the spirit
   girds itself around! Of shows delusive curs'd be the dominion, Within whose
   mocking sphere our sense is bound! Accurs'd of dreams the treacherous
   wiles, The cheat of glory, deathless fame! Accurs'd what each as property
   beguiles, Wife, child, slave, plough, whate'er its name! Accurs'd be mammon,
   when with treasure He doth to daring deeds incite: Or when to steep the soul
   in pleasure, He spreads the couch of soft delight! Curs'd be the grape's
   balsamic juice! Accurs'd love's dream, of joys the first! Accurs'd be hope!
   accurs'd be faith! And more than all, be patience curs'd!

   Chorus of Spirits (invisible)

   Woe! Woe! Thou hast destroy'd The beautiful world With violent blow; 'Tis
   shiver'd! 'tis shatter'd! The fragments abroad by a demigod scatter'd! Now
   we sweep The wrecks into nothingness! Fondly we weep The beauty that's
   gone! Thou, 'mongst the sons of earth, Lofty and mighty one, Build it once
   more! In thine own bosom the lost world restore! Now with unclouded sense
   Enter a new career; Songs shall salute thine ear, Ne'er heard before!

   Mephistopheles

   My little ones these spirits be. Hark! with shrewd intelligence, How they
   recommend to thee Action, and the joys of sense! In the busy world to dwell,
   Fain they would allure thee hence: For within this lonely cell, Stagnate sap of
   life and sense.

   Forbear to trifle longer with thy grief, Which, vulture - like, consumes thee in
   this den. The worst society is some relief, Making thee feel thyself a man with
   men. Nathless, it is not meant, I trow, To thrust thee 'mid the vulgar throng. I
   to the upper ranks do not belong; Yet if, by me companion'd, thou Thy steps
   through life forthwith wilt take, Upon the spot myself I'll make Thy comrade;
   Should it suit thy need, I am thy servant, am thy slave indeed!

   Faust

   And how must I thy services repay?

   Mephistopheles

   Thereto thou lengthen'd repite hast!

   Faust

   No! No! The devil is an egoist I know: And, for Heaven's sake, 'tis not his
   way Kindness to any one to show. Let the condition plainly be exprest! Such
   a domestic is a dangerous guest.

     Mephistopheles

   I'll pledge myself to be thy servant here, Still at thy back alert and prompt to
   be; But when together yonder we appear, Then shalt thou do the same for
   me.

   Faust

   But small concern I feel for yonder world; Hast thou this system into ruin
   hurl'd, Another may arise the void to fill. This earth the fountain whence my
   pleasures flow, This sun doth daily shine upon my woe, And if this world I
   must forego, Let happen then, - what can and will. I to this theme will close
   mine ears, If men hereafter hate and love, And if there be in yonder spheres A
   depth below or height above.

   Mephistopheles

   In this mood thou mayst venture it. But make The compact! I at once will
   undertake To charm thee with mine arts. I'll give thee more Than mortal eye
   hath e'er beheld before.

   Faust

   What, sorry Devil, hast thou to bestow? Was ever mortal spirit, in its high
   endeavour, Fathom'd by Being such as thou? Yet food thou hast which
   satisfieth never, Hast ruddy gold, that still doth flow Like restless quicksilver
   away, A game thou hast, at which none win who play, A girl who would, with
   amorous eyen, E'en from my breast, a neighbour snare, Lofty ambition's joy
   divine, That, meteor - like, dissolves in air. Show me the fruit that, ere 'tis
   pluck'd, doth rot, And trees, whose verdure daily buds anew!

   Mephistopheles

   Such a commission scares me not, I can provide such treasures, it is true; But,
   my good friend, a season will come round, When on what's good we may
   regale in peace.

   Faust

   If e'er upon my couch, stretched at my ease, I'm found, Then may my life that
   instant cease! Me canst thou cheat with glozing wile Till self - reproach away I
   cast, Me with joy's lure canst thou beguile; Let that day be for me the last! Be
   this our wager!

   Mephistopheles

     Settled!

   Faust

   Sure and fast! When to the moment I shall say, "Linger awhile! so fair thou
   art!" Then mayst thou fetter me straightway, Then to the abyss will I depart!
   Then may the solemn death - bell sound, Then from thy service thou art free,
   The index then may cease its round. And time be never more for me!

   Mephistopheles

   I shall remember: pause, ere 'tis too late.

   Faust

   Thereto a perfect right hast thou. My strength I do not rashly overrate. Slave
   am I here, at any rate, If thine, or whose, it matters not, I trow.

   Mephistopheles

   At thine inaugural feast I will this day Attend, my duties to commence. But
   one thing! - Accidents may happen, hence A line or two in writing grant, I
   pray.

   Faust

   A writing, Pedant! dost demand from me? Man, and man's plighted word, are
   these unknown to thee? Is't not enough, that by the word I gave, My doom
   for evermore is cast? Doth not the world in all its currents rave, And must a
   promise hold me fast? Yet fixed is this delusion in our heart; Who, of his own
   free will, therefrom would part? How blest within whose breast truth reigneth
   pure! No sacrifice will he repent when made! A formal deed, with seal and
   signature, A spectre this from which all shrink afraid. The word its life
   resigneth in the pen, Leather and wax usurp the mastery then. Spirits of evil!
   what dost thou require? Brass, marble, parchment, paper, dost desire? Shall I
   with chisel, pen, or graver write? Thy choice is free; to me 'tis all the same.

   Mephistopheles

   Wherefore thy passion so excite And thus thine eloquence inflame? A scrap is
   for our compact good. Thou under - signest merely with a drop of blood.

     Faust

   If this will satisfy thy mind, Thy whim I'll gratify, howe'er absurd.

   Mephistopheles

   Blood is a juice of very special kind.

   Faust

   Be not afraid that I shall break my word! The scope of all my energy Is in
   exact accordance with my vow. Vainly I have aspired too high; I'm on a level
   but with such as thou; Me the great spirit scorn'd, defied; Nature from me
   herself doth hide; Rent is the web of thought; my mind Doth knowledge loathe
   of every kind. In depths of sensual pleasure drown'd, Let us our fiery passions
   still! Enwrapp'd in magic's veil profound, Let wondrous charms our senses
   thrill! Plunge we in time's tempestuous flow, Stem we the rolling surge of
   chance! There may alternate weal and woe, Success and failure, as they can,
   Mingle and shift in changeful dance! Excitement is the sphere for man.

   Mephistopheles

   Nor goal, nor measure is prescrib'd to you, If you desire to taste of every
   thing, To snatch at joy while on the wing, May your career amuse and profit
   too! Only fall to and don't be over coy!

   Faust

   Hearken! The end I aim at is not joy; I crave excitement, agonizing bliss,
   Enamour'd hatred, quickening vexation. Purg'd from the love of knowledge,
   my vocation, The scope of all my powers henceforth be this, To bare my
   breast to every pang, - to know In my heart's core all human weal and woe,
   To grasp in thought the lofty and the deep, Men's various fortunes on my
   breast to heap, And thus to theirs dilate my individual mind, And share at
   length with them the shipwreck of mankind.

   Mephistopheles

   Oh, credit me, who still as ages roll, Have chew'd this bitter fare from year to
   year, No mortal, from the cradle to the bier, Digests the ancient leaven!
   Know, this Whole Doth for the Deity alone subsist! He in eternal brightness
   doth exist, Us unto darkness he hath brought, and here Where day and night
   alternate, is your sphere.

   Faust

     But 'tis my will!

   Mephistopheles

   Well spoken, I admit! But one thing puzzles me, my friend; Time's short, art
   long; methinks 'twere fit That you to friendly counsel should attend. A poet
   choose as your ally! Let him thought's wide dominion sweep, Each good and
   noble quality, Upon your honoured brow to heap; The lion's magnanimity,
   The fleetness of the hind, The fiery blood of Italy, The Northern's steadfast
   mind. Let him to you the mystery show To blend high aims and cunning low;
   And while youth's passions are aflame To fall in love by rule and plan! I fain
   would meet with such a man; Would him Sir Microcosmus name.

   Faust

   What then am I, if I aspire in vain The crown of our humanity to gain,
   Towards which my every sense doth strain?

   Mephistopheles

   Thou'rt after all - just what thou art. Put on thy head a wig with countless
   locks, And to a cubit's height upraise thy socks, Still thou remainest ever,
   what thou art.

   Faust

   I fell it, I have heap'd upon my brain The gather'd treasure of man's thought in
   vain; And when at length from studious toil I rest, No power, new - born,
   springs up within my breast; A hair's breadth is not added to my height, I am
   no nearer to the infinite.

   Mephistopheles

   Good sir, these things you view indeed, Just as by other men they're view'd;
   We must more cleverly proceed, Before life's joys our grasp elude. The devil!
   thou hast hands and feet, And head and heart are also thine; What I enjoy
   with relish sweet, Is it on that account less mine? If for six stallions I can pay,
   Do I not own their strength and speed? A proper man I dash away, As their
   two dozen legs were mine indeed. Up then, from idle pondering free, And
   forth into the world with me! I tell you what; - your speculative churl Is like a
   beast which some ill spirit leads, On barren wilderness, in ceaseless whirl,
   While all around lie fair and verdant meads.

   Faust

   But how shall we begin?

     Mephistopheles

   We will go hence with speed, A place of torment this indeed! A precious life,
   thyself to bore, And some few youngster evermore! Leave that to neighbour
   Paunch! - withdraw, Why wilt thou plague thyself with thrashing straw? The
   very best that thou dost know Thou dar'st not to the striplings show. One in
   the passage now doth wait!

   Faust

   I'm in no mood to see him now.

   Mephistopheles

   Poor lad! He must be tired, I trow; He must not go disconsolate. Hand me
   thy cap and gown; the mask Is for my purpose quite first rate. (He changes
   his dress.) Now leave it to my wit! I ask But quarter of an hour; meanwhile
   equip, And make all ready for our pleasant trip!

   (Exit Faust.)

     Mephistopheles And A Student

   Mephistopheles (in Faust's long gown)

   Mortal! the loftiest attributes of men, Reason and Knowledge, only thus
   contemn, Still let the Prince of lies, without control, With shows, and mocking
   charms delude thy soul, I have thee unconditionally then! Fate hath endow'd
   him with an ardent mind, Which unrestrain'd still presses on for ever, And
   whose precipitate endeavour Earth's joys o'erleaping, leaveth them behind.
   Him will I drag through life's wild waste, Through scenes of vapid dulness,
   where at last Bewilder'd, he shall falter, and stick fast; And, still to mock his
   greedy haste, Viands and drink shall float his craving lips beyond Vainly he'll
   seek refreshment, anguish - tost, And were he not the devil's by his bond, Yet
   must his soul infallibly be lost!

   A Student enters

   Student

   But recently I've quitted home, Full of devotion am I come A man to know
   and hear, whose name With reverence is known to fame.

   Mephistopheles

   Your courtesy much flatters me! A man like other men you see; Pray have
   you yet applied elsewhere?

   Student

   I would entreat your friendly care! I've youthful blood and courage high; Of
   gold I bring a fair supply; To let me go my mother was not fain; But here I
   longed true knowledge to attain.

   Mephistopheles

   You've hit upon the very place.

     Student

   And yet my steps I would retrace. These walls, this melancholy room,
   O'erpower me with a sense of gloom; The space is narrow, nothing green, No
   friendly tree is to be seen: And in these halls, with benches filled, distraught,
   Sight, hearing fail me, and the power of thought.

   Mephistopheles

   It all depends on habit. Thus at first The infant takes not kindly to the breast,
   But before long, its eager thirst Is fain to slake with hearty zest: Thus at the
   breasts of wisdom day by day With keener relish you'll your thirst allay.

   Student

   Upon her neck I fain would hang with joy; To reach it, say, what means must
   I employ?

   Mephistopheles

   Explain, ere further time we lose, What special faculty you choose?

   Student

   Profoundly learned I would grow, What heaven contains would comprehend,
   O'er earth's wide realm my gaze extend, Nature and science I desire to know.

   Mephistopheles

   Your are upon the proper track, I find; Take heed, let nothing dissipate your
   mind.

   Student

     My heart and soul are in the chase! Though to be sure I fain would seize, On
   pleasant summer holidays, A little liberty and careless ease.

   Mephistopheles

   Use well your time, so rapidly it flies; Method will teach you time to win;
   Hence, my young friend, I would advise, With college logic to begin! Then
   will your mind be so well braced, In Spanish boots so tightly laced, That on
   'twill circumspectly creep, Thought's beaten track securely keep, Nor will it,
   ignis - fatuus like, Into the path of error strike. Then many a day they'll teach
   you how The mind's spontaneous acts, till now As eating and as drinking free,
   Require a process; - one! two! three! In truth the subtle web of thought Is like
   the weaver's fabric wrought: One treadle moves a thousand lines, Swift dart
   the shuttles to and fro, Unseen the threads together flow, A thousand knots
   one stroke combines. Then forward steps your sage to show, And prove to
   you, it must be so; The first being so, and so the second, The third and fourth
   deduc'd we see; And if there were no first and second, Nor third nor fourth
   would ever be. This, scholars of all countries prize, Yet 'mong themselves no
   weavers rise. He who would know and treat of aught alive, Seeks first the
   living spirit thence to drive: Then are the lifeless fragments in his hand, There
   only fails, alas! the spirit - band. This process, chemists name, in learned
   thesis, Mocking themselves, Naturae encheiresis.

   Student

   Your words I cannot full comprehend.

   Mephistopheles

   In a short time you will improve, my friend, When of scholastic forms you
   learn the use; And how by method all things to reduce.

   Student

   So doth all this my brain confound, As if a mill - wheel there were turning
   round.

   Mephistopheles

   And next, before aught else you learn, You must with zeal to metaphysics
   turn! There see that you profoundly comprehend, What doth the limit of man's
   brain transcend; For that which is or is not in the head A sounding phrase will
   serve you in good stead. But before all strive this half year From one fix'd
   order ne'er to swerve! Five lectures daily you must hear; The hour still
   punctually observe! Yourself with studious zeal prepare, And closely in your
   manual look, Hereby may you be quite aware That all he utters standeth in the
   book; Yet write away without cessation, As at the Holy Ghost's dictation!

   Student

   This, Sir, a second time you need not say! Your counsel I appreciate quite;
   What we possess in black and white, We can in peace and comfort bear
   away.

     Mephistopheles

   A faculty I pray you name.

   Student

   For jurisprudence, some distaste I own.

   Mephistopheles

   To me this branch of science is well known, And hence I cannot your
   repugnance blame. Customs and laws in every place, Like a disease, an heir -
   loom dread, Still trail their curse from race to race, And furtively abroad they
   spread. To nonsense, reason's self they turn; Beneficence becomes a pest;
   Woe unto thee, that thou'rt a grandson born! As for the law born with us,
   unexpressed; That law, alas, none careth to discern.

   Student

   You deepen my dislike. The youth Whom you instruct, is blest in sooth! To
   try theology I feel inclined.

   Mephistopheles

   I would not lead you willingly astray, But as regards this science, you will find
   So hard it is to shun the erring way, And so much hidden poison lies therein,
   Which scarce can you discern from medicine. Here too it is the best, to listen
   but to one, And by the master's words to swear alone. To sum up all - To
   words hold fast! Then the safe gate securely pass'd, You'll reach the fane of
   certainty at last.

   Student

   But then some meaning must the words convey.

   Mephistopheles

     Right! But o'er - anxious thought, you'll find of no avail, For there precisely
   where ideas fail, A word comes opportunely into play Most admirable
   weapons words are found, On words a system we securely ground, In words
   we can conveniently believe, Nor of a single jot can we a word bereave.

   Student

   Your pardon for my importunity; Yet once more must I trouble you: On
   medicine, I'll thank you to supply A pregnant utterance or two! Three years!
   how brief the appointed tide! The field, heaven knows, is all too wide! If but a
   friendly hint be thrown, 'Tis easier then to feel one's way.

   Mephistopheles (aside)

   I'm weary of the dry pedantic tone, And must again the genuine devil play.

   (Aloud)

   Of medicine the spirit's caught with ease, The great and little world you study
   through, That things may then their course pursue, As heaven may please. In
   vain abroad you range through science' ample space, Each man learns only
   that which learn he can; Who knows the moment to embrace, He is your
   proper man. In person you are tolerably made, Nor in assurance will you be
   deficient: Self - confidence acquire, be not afraid, Others will then esteem you
   a proficient. Learn chiefly with the sex to deal! Their thousands ahs and ohs,
   These the sage doctor knows, He only from one point can heal. Assume a
   decent tone of courteous ease, You have them then to humour as you please.
   First a diploma must belief infuse, That you in your profession take the lead:
   You then at once those easy freedoms use For which another many a year
   must plead; Learn how to feel with nice address The dainty wrist; - and how
   to press, With ardent furtive glance, the slender waist, To feel how tightly it is
   laced.

   Student

   There is some sense in that! one sees the how and why.

   Mephistopheles

   Grey is, young friend, all theory: And green of life the golden tree.

   Student

   I swear it seemeth like a dream to me. May I some future time repeat my visit,
   To hear on what your wisdom grounds your views?

     Mephistopheles

   Command my humble service when you choose.

   Student

   Ere I retire, one boon I must solicit: Here is my album, do not, Sir, deny This
   token of your favour!

   Mephistopheles

   Willingly!

   (He writes and returns the book.)

   Student (reads)

   Eritis Sicut Deus, Scientes Bonum Et Malum (He reverently closes the book
   and retires.)

   Mephistopheles

   Let but this ancient proverb be your rule, My cousin follow still, the wily
   snake, And with your likeness to the gods, poor fool, Ere long be sure your
   poor sick heart will quake!

   Faust (enters)

   Whither away?

     Mephistopheles

   "Tis thine our course to steer. The little world, and then the great we'll view.
   With what delight, what profit too, Thou'lt revel through thy gay career!

   Faust

   Despite my length of beard I need The easy manners that insure success; Th'
   attempt I fear can ne'er succeed; To mingle in the world I want address; I still
   have an embarrass'd air, and then I feel myself so small with other men.

   Mephistopheles

   Time, my good friend, will all that's needful give; Be only self - possessed, and
   thou hast learn'd to live.

   Faust

   But how are we to start, I pray? Steeds, servants, carriage, where are they?

   Mephistopheles

   We've but to spread this mantle wide, 'Twill serve whereon through air to
   ride, No heavy baggage need you take, When we our bold excursion make,
   A little gas, which I will soon prepare, Lifts us from earth; aloft through air,
   Light laden we shall swiftly steer; I wish you joy of your new life - career.

     Auerbach's Cellar In Leipzig

   A Drinking Party

   Frosch

   No drinking? Naught a laugh to raise? None of your gloomy looks, I pray!
   You, who so bright were wont to blaze, Are dull as wetted straw to - day.

   Brander

   'Tis all your fault; your part you do not bear, No beastliness, no folly.

   Frosch

   (pours a glass of wine over his head)

   There, You have them both!

   Brander

   You double beast!

   Frosch

     'Tis what you ask'd me for, at least!

   Siebel

   Whoever quarrels, turn him out! With open throat drink, roar, and shout.
   Hollo! Hollo! Ho!

   Altmayer

   Zounds, fellow, cease your deaf'ning cheers! Bring cotton - wool! He splits
   my ears.

   Siebel

   'Tis when the roof rings back the tone, Then first the full power of the bass is
   known.

   Frosch

   Right! out with him who takes offence! A! tara lara da!

   Altmayer

   A! tara lara da!

   Frosch

   Our throats are tuned. Come let's commence!

     (Sings)

   The holy Roman empire now, How holds it still together?

   Brander

   An ugly song! a song political! A song offensive! Thank God, every morn To
   rule the Roman empire, that you were not born! I bless my stars at least that
   mine is not Either a kaiser's or a chancellor's lot. Yet 'mong ourselves should
   one still lord it o'er the rest; That we elect a pope I now suggest. Ye know,
   what quality ensures A man's success, his rise secures.

   Frosch (sings)

   Bear, lady nightingale above, Ten thousand greetings to my love.

   Siebel

   No greetings to a sweetheart! No love - songs shall there be!

   Frosch

   Love - greetings and love kisses! Thou shalt not hinder me!

   (Sings)

   Undo the bolt! in silly night, Undo the bolt! the lover wakes. Shut to the bolt!
   when morning breaks.

   Siebel

     Ay, sing, sing on, praise her with all thy might! My turn to laugh will come
   some day. Me hath she jilted once, you the same trick she'll play. Some
   gnome her lover be! where cross - roads meet,

   With her to play the fool; or old he - goat, From Blocksberg coming in swift
   gallop, bleat A good night to her, from his hairy throat! A proper lad of
   genuine flesh and blood, Is for the damsel far too good; The greeting she shall
   have from me, To smash her window - panes will be!

   Brander (striking on the table)

   Silence! Attend! to me give ear! Confess, sirs, I know how to live: Some love
   - sick folk are sitting here! Hence, 'tis but fit, their hearts to cheer, That I a
   good - night strain to them should give. Hark! of the newest fashion is my
   song! Strike boldly in the chorus, clear and strong!

   (He sings)

   Once in a cellar lived a rat, He feasted there on butter, Until his paunch
   became as fat As that of Doctor Luther. The cook laid poison for the guest,
   Then was his heart with pangs oppress'd, As if his frame love wasted.

   Chorus (shouting)

   As if his frame love wasted.

   Brander

   He ran around, he ran abroad, Of every puddle drinking. The house with rage
   he scratch'd and gnaw'd, In vain, - he fast was sinking; Full many an anguish'd
   bound he gave, Nothing the hapless brute could save, As if his frame love
   wasted.

   Chorus

   As if his frame love wasted.

   Brander

     By torture driven, in open day, The kitchen he invaded, Convulsed upon the
   hearth he lay, With anguish sorely jaded; The poisoner laugh'd, Ha! ha! quoth
   she, His life is ebbing fast, I see, As if his frame love wasted.

   Chorus

   As if his frame love wasted.

   Siebel

   How the dull boors exulting shout! Poison for the poor rats to strew A fine
   exploit it is no doubt.

   Brander

   They, as it seems, stand well with you!

   Altmayer

   Old bald - pate! with the paunch profound! The rat's mishap hath tamed his
   nature; For he his counterpart hath found Depicted in the swollen creature.

     Auerbach's Cellar - Faust And Mephistopheles Enter

   Faust And Mephistopheles

   Mephistopheles

   I now must introduce to you Before aught else, this jovial crew, To show how
   lightly life may glide away; With tse folk here each day's a holiday. With little
   wit and much content, Each on his own small round intent, Like sportive kitten
   with its tail; While no sick - headache they bewail, And while their host will
   credit give, Joyous and free from care they live.

   Brander

   They're off a journey, that is clear, From their strange manners; they have
   scarce been here An hour.

   Frosch

   You're right! Leipzig's the place for me! 'Tis quite a little Paris; people there
   Acquire a certain easy finish'd air.

   Siebel

   What take you now these travellers to be?

   Frosch

   Let me alone! O'er a full glass you'll see, As easily I'll worm their secret out,
   As draw an infant's tooth. I've not a doubt That my two gentlemen are nobly
   born, They look dissatisfied and full of scorn.

     Brander

   They are but mountebanks, I'll lay a bet!

   Altmayer

   Most like.

   Frosch

   Mark me, I'll screw it from them yet!

   Mephistopheles (to Faust)

   These fellows would not scent the devil out, E'en though he had them by the
   very throat!

   Faust

   Good - morrow, gentlemen!

   Siebel

   Thanks for your fair salute.

   (Aside, glancing at Mephistopheles,)

     How! goes the fellow on a halting foot?

   Mephistopheles

   Is it permitted here with you to sit? Then though good wine is not forthcoming
   here, Good company at least our hearts will cheer.

   Altmayer

   A dainty gentleman, no doubt of it.

   Frosch

   You're doubtless recently from Rippach? Pray, Did you with Master Hans
   there chance to sup?

   Mephistopheles

   To - day we pass'd him, but we did not stop! When last we met him he had
   much to say Touching his cousins, and to each he sent Full many a greeting
   and kind compliment. (With an inclination towards Frosch.)

   Altmayer (aside to Frosch)

   You have it there!

   Siebel

   Faith! he's a knowing one!

     Frosch

   Have patience! I will show him up anon!

   Mephistopheles

   We heard erewhile, unless I'm wrong, Voices well trained in chorus pealing?
   Certes, most choicely here must song Re - echo from this vaulted ceiling!

   Frosch

   That you're an amateur one plainly sees!

   Mephistopheles

   Oh no, though strong the love, I cannot boast much skill.

   Altmayer

   Give us a song!

   Mephistopheles

   As many as you will.

   Siebel

     But be it a brand new one, if you please!

   Mephistopheles

   But recently returned from Spain are we, The pleasant land of wine and
   minstrelsy.

   (Sings)

   A king there was once reigning, Who had a goodly flea 

   Frosch

   Hark! did you rightly catch the words? a flea! An odd sort of a guest he
   needs must be.

   Mephistopheles (sings)

   A king there was once reigning, Who had a goodly flea, Him loved he without
   feigning, As his own son were he! His tailor then he summon'd, The tailor to
   him goes: Now measure me the youngster For jerkin and for hose!

   Brander

   Take proper heed, the tailor strictly charge, The nicest measurement to take,
   And as he loves his head, to make The hose quite smooth and not too large!

   Mephistopheles

   In satin and in velvet, Behold the yonker dressed; Bedizen'd o'er with ribbons,
   A cross upon his breast. Prime minister they made him, He wore a star of
   state; And all his poor relations Were courtiers, rich and great.

     The gentlemen and ladies At court were sore distressed; The queen and all
   her maidens Were bitten by the pest, And yet they dared not scratch them,
   Or chase the fleas away. If we are bit, we catch them, And crack without
   delay.

   Chorus (shouting)

   If we are bit, &c.

   Frosch

   Bravo! That's the song for me!

   Siebel

   Such be the fate of every flea!

   Brander

   With clever finger catch and kill!

   Altmayer

   Hurrah for wine and freedom still!

   Mephistopheles

   Were but your wine a trifle better, friend, A glass to freedom I would gladly
   drain,

     Siebel

   You'd better not repeat those words again!

   Mephistopheles

   I am afraid the landlord to offend; Else freely I would treat each worthy guest
   From our own cellar to the very best.

   Siebel

   Out with it then! Your doings I'll defend.

   Frosch

   Give a good glass, and straight we'll praise you, one and all. Only let not your
   samples be too small; For if my judgment you desire, Certes, an ample
   mouthful I require.

   Altmayer (aside)

   I guess they're from the Rhenish land.

   Mephistopheles

   Fetch me a gimlet here!

   Brander

     Say, what therewith to bore? You cannot have the wine - casks at the door?

   Altmayer

   Our landlord's tool - basket behind doth yonder stand.

   Mephistopheles (takes the gimlet)

   (To Frosch)

   Now only say! what liquor will you take?

   Frosch

   How mean you that? have you of every sort?

   Mephistopheles

   Each may his own selection make.

   Altmayer (to Frosch)

   Ha! Ha! You lick your lips already at the thought.

   Frosch

     Good, If I have my choice, the Rhenish I propose; For still the fairest gifts the
   fatherland bestows.

   Mephistopheles

   (boring a hole in the edge of the table opposite to where Frosch is sitting)

   Give me a little wax - and make some stoppers - quick!

   Altmayer

   Why, this is nothing but a juggler's trick!

   Mephistopheles (to Brander)

   And you?

   Brander

   Champagne's the wine for me; Right brisk, and sparkling let it be!

   (Mephistopheles bores; one of the party has in the meantime prepared the
   wax - stoppers and stopped the holes.)

   Brander

   What foreign is one always can't decline, What's good is often scatter'd far
   apart. The French your genuine German hates with all his heart, Yet has a
   relish for their wine.

     Siebel

   (as Mephistopheles approaches him)

   I like not acid wine, I must allow, Give ma a glass of genuine sweet!

   Mephistopheles (bores)

   Tokay

   Shall, if you wish it, flow without delay.

   Altmayer

   Come! look me in the face! no fooling now! You are but making fun of us, I
   trow.

   Mephistopheles

   Ah! ah! that would indeed be making free With such distinguished guests.
   Come, no delay; What liquor can I serve you with, I pray?

   Altmayer

   Only be quick, it matters not to me. (After the holes are bored and stopped.)

   Mephistopheles (with strange gestures)

   Grapes the vine - stock bears, Horns the buck - goat wears! Wine is sap, the
   vine is wood, The wooden board yields wine as good. With a deeper glance
   and true The mysteries of nature view! Have faith and here's a miracle! Your
   stoppers draw and drink your fill!

     Flowing Wines - Visionary Scenes

   All

   (as they draw the stoppers and the wine chosen by each runs into his glass)

   Oh beauteous spring, which flows so far!

   Mephistopheles

   Spill not a single drop, of this beware!

   (They drink repeatedly.)

   All (sing)

   Happy as cannibals are we, Or as five hundred swine.

   Mephistopheles

   They're in their glory, mark their elevation!

   Faust

     Let's hence, nor here our stay prolong.

   Mephistopheles

   Attend, of brutishness ere long You'll see a glorious revelation.

   Siebel

   (drinks carelessly; the wine is spilt upon the ground, and turns to flame)

   Help! fire! help! Hell is burning!

   Mephistopheles

   (addressing the flames)

   Stop, Kind element, be still, I say!

   (To the Company.)

   Of purgatorial fire as yet 'tis but a drop.

   Siebel

   What means the knave! For this you'll dearly pay! Us, it appears, you do not
   know.

     Frosch

   Such tricks a second time he'd better show!

   Altmayer

   Methinks'twere well we pack'd him quietly away.

   Siebel

   What, sir! with us your hocus - pocus play!

   Mephistopheles

   Silence, old wine - cask!

   Siebel

   How! add insult, too! Vile broomstick!

   Brander

   Hold, or blows shall rain on you!

   Altmayer

     (draws a stopper out of the table; fire springs out against him)

   I burn! I burn!

   Siebel

   'Tis sorcery, I vow! Strike home! The fellow is fair game, I trow!

   (They draw their knives and attack Mephistopheles.)

   Mephistopheles (with solemn gestures)

   Visionary scenes appear! Words delusive cheat the ear! Be ye there, and be
   ye here!

   (They stand amazed and gaze at each other.)

   Altmayer

   Where am I? What a beauteous land!

   Frosch

   Vineyards! unless my sight deceives?

   Siebel

     And clust'ring grapes too, close at hand!

   Brander

   And underneath the spreading leaves, What stems there be! What grapes I
   see!

   (He seizes 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.)

   Siebel

   What was it?

   Altmayer

   How?

   Frosch

   Was that your nose?

     Brander (to Siebel)

   And look, my hand doth thine enclose!

   Altmayer

   I felt a shock, it went through every limb! A chair! I'm fainting! All things
   swim!

   Frosch

   Say what has happened, what's it all about?

   Siebel

   Where is the fellow? Could I scent him out, His body from his soul I'd soon
   divide!

   Altmayer

   With my own eyes, upon a cask astride, Forth through the cellar - door I saw
   him ride Heavy as lead my feet are growing.

   (Turning to the table.)

   I wonder is the wine still flowing!

   Siebel

     'Twas all delusion, cheat and lie.

   Frosch

   'Twas wine I drank, most certainly.

   Brander

   But with the grapes how was it, pray?

   Altmayer

   That none may miracles believe, who now will say?

     The Witch's Kitchen - Faust, Mephistopheles And The Monkies

   A large caldron hangs over the fire on a low hearth; various figures appear in
   the 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 ones
   is seated near, warming himself. The walls and ceiling are adorned with the
   strangest articles of witch - furniture.

   Faust, Mephistopheles

   Faust

   This senseless, juggling witchcraft I detest! Dost promise that in this foul nest
   Of madness, I shall be restored? Must I seek counsel from an ancient dame?
   And can she, by these rites abhorred, Take thirty winters from my frame?
   Woe's me, if thou naught better canst suggest! Hope has already fled my
   breast. Has neither nature nor a noble mind A balsam yet devis'd of any kind?

   Mephistopheles

   My friend, you now speak sensibly. In truth, Nature a method giveth to renew
   thy youth: But in another book the lesson's writ; It forms a curious chapter, I
   admit.

   Faust

   I fain would know it.

   Mephistopheles

   Good! A remedy Without physician, gold, or sorcery: Away forthwith, and to
   the fields repair, Begin to delve, to cultivate the ground, Thy senses and
   thyself confine Within the very narrowest round, Support thyself upon the
   simplest fare, Live like a very brute the brutes among, Neither esteem it
   robbery The acre thou dost reap, thyself to dung; This is the best method,
   credit me, Again at eighty to grow hale and young.
   Faust

   I am not used to it, nor can myself degrade So far, as in my hand to take the
   spade. This narrow life would suit me not at all.

     Mephistopheles

   Then we the witch must summon after all.

   Faust

   Will none but this old beldame do? Canst not thyself the potion brew?

   Mephistopheles

   A pretty play our leisure to beguile! A thousand bridges I could build
   meanwhile. Not science only and consummate art, Patience must also bear
   her part. A quiet spirit worketh whole years long; Time only makes the subtle
   ferment strong. And all things that belong thereto, Are wondrous and
   exceeding rare! The devil taught her, it is true; But yet the draught the devil
   can't prepare.

   (Perceiving the beasts.)

   Look yonder, what a dainty pair! Here is the maid! the knave is there!

   (To the beasts)

   It seems your dame is not a home?

   The Monkeys

   Gone to carouse, Out of the house, Thro' the chimney and away!

   Mephistopheles

     How long is it her wont to roam?

   The Monkeys

   While we can warm our paws she'll stay.

   Mephistopheles (to Faust)

   What think you of the charming creatures?

   Faust

   I loathe alike their form and features!

   Mephistopheles

   Nay, such discourse, be it confessed, Is just the thing that pleases me the
   best.

   (To the Monkeys)

   Tell me, ye whelps, accursed crew! What stir ye in the broth about?

   Monkeys

   Coarse beggar's gruel here we stew.

     Mephistopheles

   Of customers you'll have a rout.

   The He - Monkey (approaching and fawning on Mephistopheles)

   Quick! quick! throw the dice, Make me rich in a trice, Oh give me the prize!
   Alas, for myself! Had I plenty of pelf, I then should be wise.

   Mephistopheles

   How blest the ape would think himself, if he Could only put into the lottery!

   (In the meantime the young Monkeys have been playing with a large globe,
   which they roll forwards)

   The He - Monkey

   The world behold; Unceasingly roll'd, It riseth and falleth ever; It ringeth like
   glass! How brittle, alas! 'Tis hollow, and resteth never. How bright the sphere,
   Still brighter here! Now living am I! Dear son, beware! Nor venture there!
   Thou too must die! It is of clay; 'Twill crumble away; There fragments lie.

   Mephistopheles

   Of what use is the sieve?

   The He - Monkey (taking it down)

     (He runs to the She - Monkey, and makes her look through it.)

   Look through the sieve! Dost know him the thief, And dar'st thou not call him
   so?

   Mephistopheles (approaching the fire)

   And then this pot?

   The Monkeys

   The half - witted sot! He knows not the pot! He know not the kettle!

   Mephistopheles

   Unmannerly beast! Be civil at least!

   The He - Monkey

   Take the whisk and sit down in the settle!

   (He makes Mephistopheles sit down.)

   Faust

   (who all this time has been standing before a looking - glass, now
   approaching, and now retiring from it)

     What do I see? what form, whose charms transcend The loveliness of earth,
   is mirror'd here! O Love, to waft me to her sphere, To me the swiftest of thy
   pinions lend! Alas! If I remain not rooted to this place, If to approach more
   near I'm fondly lur'd, Her image fades, in veiling mist obscur'd! Model of
   beauty both in form and face! Is't possible? Hath woman charms so rare? In
   this recumbent form, supremely fair, The essence must I see of heavenly
   grace? Can aught so exquisite on earth be found?

   Mephistopheles

   The six days' labour of a god, my friend, Who doth himself cry bravo, at the
   end, By something clever doubtless should be crown'd. For this time gaze
   your fill, and when you please Just such a prize for you I can provide; How
   blest is he to whom kind fate decrees, To take her to his home, a lovely bride!

   (Faust continues to gaze into the mirror. Mephistopheles stretching himself on
   the settle and playing with the whisk, continues to speak.)

   Here sit I, like a king upon his throne; My sceptre this; - the crown I want
   alone.

   The Monkeys

   (who have hitherto been making all sorts of strange gestures, bring
   Mephistopheles a crown, with loud cries)

   Oh, be so good, With sweat and with blood The crown to lime!

   (They handle the crown awkwardly and break it in two pieces, with which
   they skip about.)

   'Twas fate's decree! We speak and see! We hear and rhyme.

   Faust (before the mirror)

   Woe's me! well - nigh distraught I feel!

   Mephistopheles

     (pointing to the beasts)

   And even my own head almost begins to reel.

   The Monkeys

   If good luck attend, If fitly things blend, Our jargon with thought And with
   reason is fraught!

   Faust (as above)

   A flame is kindled in my breast! Let us begone! nor linger here!

   Mephistopheles

   (in the same position)

   It now at least must be confessed, That poets sometimes are sincere.

   (The caldron which the She - Monkey has neglected begins to boil over; a
   great flame arises, which streams up the chimney. The Witch comes down the
   chimney with horrible cries.)

     The Witch Returns

   The Witch

   Ough! ough! ough! ough! Accursed brute! accursed sow! The caldron dost
   neglect, for shame! Accursed brute to scorch the dame!

   (Perceiving Faust and Mephistopheles)

   Whom have we here? Who's sneaking here? Whence are ye come? With
   what desire? The plague of fire Your bones consume!

   (She dips the skimming - ladle into the caldron and throws flames at Faust,
   Mephistopheles, and the Monkeys. The Monkeys whimper.)

   Mephistopheles

   (twirling the whisk which he holds in his hand, and striking among the glasses
   and pots)

   Dash! Smash! There lies the glass! There lies the slime! 'Tis but a jest; I but
   keep time, Thou hellish pest, To thine own chime!

   (While the Witch steps back in rage and astonishment.)

   Dost know me! Skeleton! Vile scarecrow, thou! Thy lord and master dost
   thou know? What holds me, that I deal not now Thee and thine apes a
   stunning blow? No more respect to my red vest dost pay? Does my cock's
   feather no allegiance claim? Have I my visage masked to - day? Must I be
   forced myself to name?

   The Witch

     Master, forgive this rude salute! But I perceive no cloven foot. And your two
   ravens, where are they?

   Mephistopheles

   This once I must admit your plea; For truly I must own that we Each other
   have not seen for many a day. The culture, too, that shapes the world, at last
   Hath e'en the devil in its sphere embraced; The northern phantom from the
   scene hath pass'd, Tail, talons, horns, are nowhere to be traced! As for the
   foot, with which I can't dispense, 'Twould injure me in company, and hence,
   Like many a youthful cavalier, False calves I now have worn for many a year.

   The Witch (dancing)

   I am beside myself with joy, To see once more the gallant Satan here!

   Mephistopheles

   Woman, no more that name employ!

   The Witch

   But why! what mischief hath it done?

   Mephistopheles

   To fable - books it now doth appertain; But people from the change have
   nothing won. Rid of the evil one, the evil ones remain. Lord Baron call thou
   me, so is the matter good; Of other cavaliers the mien I wear. Dost make no
   question of my gentle blood; See here, this is the scutcheon that I bear! (He
   makes an unseemly gesture.)

   The Witch

   (laughing immoderately)

     Ha! Ha! Just like yourself! You are, I ween, The same mad wag that you
   have ever been!

   Mephistopheles (to Faust)

   My friend, learn this to understand, I pray! To deal with witches this is still the
   way.

   The Witch

   Now tell me, gentlemen, what you desire?

   Mephistopheles

   Of your known juice a goblet we require. But for the very oldest let me ask;
   Double its strength with years doth grow.

   The Witch

   Most willingly! And here I have a flask, From which I've sipp'd myself ere
   now; What's more, it doth no longer stink; To you a glass I joyfully will give.

   (Aside.)

   If unprepar'd, however, this man drink, He hath not, as you know, an hour to
   live.

   Mephistopheles

   He's my good friend, with whom 'twill prosper well; I grudge him not the
   choicest of thy store. Now draw thy circle, speak thy spell, And straight a
   bumper for him pour!

     Ha! Ha! Just like yourself! You are, I ween, The same mad wag that you
   have ever been!

   Mephistopheles (to Faust)

   My friend, learn this to understand, I pray! To deal with witches this is still the
   way.

   The Witch

   Now tell me, gentlemen, what you desire?

   Mephistopheles

   Of your known juice a goblet we require. But for the very oldest let me ask;
   Double its strength with years doth grow.

   The Witch

   Most willingly! And here I have a flask, From which I've sipp'd myself ere
   now; What's more, it doth no longer stink; To you a glass I joyfully will give.

   (Aside.)

   If unprepar'd, however, this man drink, He hath not, as you know, an hour to
   live.

   Mephistopheles

   He's my good friend, with whom 'twill prosper well; I grudge him not the
   choicest of thy store. Now draw thy circle, speak thy spell, And straight a
   bumper for him pour!

     The lofty power Of wisdom's dower, From all the world conceal'd! Who
   thinketh not, To him I wot, Unsought it is reveal'd.

   Faust

   What nonsense doth the hag propound? My brain it doth well - nigh
   confound. A hundred thousand fools or more, Methinks I hear in chorus roar.

   Mephistopheles

   Incomparable Sibyl cease, I pray! Hand us the liquor without more delay.
   And to the very brim the goblet crown! My friend he is, and need not be
   afraid; Besides, he is a man of many a grade, Who hath drunk deep already.
   (The Witch, with many ceremonies, pours the liquor into a cup; as Faust lifts it
   to his mouth, a light flame arises.)

   Mephistopheles

   Gulp it down! No hesitation! It will prove A cordial, and your heart inspire!
   What! with the devil hand and glove, And yet shrink back afraid of fire? (The
   Witch dissolves the circle. Faust steps out.)

   Mephistopheles

   Now forth at once! thou dar'st not rest.

   Witch

   And much, sir, may the liquor profit you!

   Mephistopheles (to the Witch)

   And if to pleasure thee I aught can do, Pray on Walpurgis mention thy
   request.

     Witch

   Here is a song, sung o'er, sometimes you'll see, That 'twill a singular effect
   produce.

   Mephistopheles (to Faust)

   Come, quick, and let thyself be led by me; Thou must perspire, in order that
   the juice Thy frame may penetrate through every part. Then noble idleness I
   thee will teach to prize, And soon with ecstasy thou'lt recognise How Cupid
   stirs and gambols in thy heart.

   Faust

   Let me but gaze one moment in the glass! Too lovely was that female form!

   Mephistopheles

   Nay! nay! A model which all women shall surpass, In flesh and blood ere long
   thou shalt survey.

   (Aside.)

   As works that draught, thou presently shalt greet A Helen in each woman
   thou dost meet.

     A Street - Faust Meets Margaret

   Faust (Margaret passing by)

   Faust And Margaret: The meeting of Faust and Margaret.]

   Faust

   Fair lady, may I thus make free To offer you my arm and company?

   Margaret

   I am no lady, am not fair, Can without escort home repair.

   (She disengages herself and exit.)

   Faust

   By heaven! This girl is fair indeed! No form like hers can I recall. Virtue she
   hath, and modest heed, Is piquant too, and sharp withal. Her cheek's soft
   light, her rosy lips, No length of time will e'er eclipse! Her downward glance
   in passing by, Deep in my heart is stamp'd for aye; How curt and sharp her
   answer too, To ecstasy the feeling grew!

   (Mephistopheles enters.)

   Faust

     This girl must win for me! Dost hear?

   Mephistopheles

   Which?

   Faust

   She who but now passed.

   Mephistopheles

   What! She? She from confession cometh here, From every sin absolved and
   free; I crept near the confessor's chair. All innocence her virgin soul, For next
   to nothing went she there; O'er such as she I've no control!

   Faust

   She's past fourteen.

   Mephistopheles

   You really talk

   Like any gay Lothario, Who every floweret from its stalk Would pluck, and
   deems nor grace, nor truth, Secure against his arts, forsooth! This ne'er the
   less won't always do.

   Faust

     Sir Moralizer, prithee, pause; Nor plague me with your tiresome laws!

   Goethe

   To cut the matter short, my friend, She must this very night be mine, And if to
   help me you decline, Midnight shall see our compact end.

   Mephistopheles

   What may occur just bear in mind! A fortnight's space, at least, I need, A fit
   occasion but to find.

   Faust

   With but seven hours I could succeed; Nor should I want the devil's wile, So
   young a creature to beguile.

   Mephistopheles

   Like any Frenchman now you speak, But do not fret, I pray; why seek To
   hurry to enjoyment straight? The pleasure is not half so great, As when at first
   around, above, With all the fooleries of love, The puppet you can knead and
   mould As in Italian story oft is told.

   Faust

   No such incentives do I need.

   Mephistopheles

   But now, without offense or jest! You cannot quickly, I protest, In winning
   this sweet child succeed. By storm we cannot take the fort, To stratagem we
   must resort.

     Faust

   Conduct me to her place of rest! Some token of the angel bring! A kerchief
   from her snowy breast, A garter bring me, - any thing!

   Mephistopheles

   That I my anxious zeal may prove, Your pangs to sooth and aid your love, A
   single moment will we not delay, Will lead you to her room this very day.

   Faust

   And shall I see her? - Have her?

   Mephistopheles

   No! She to a neighbour's house will go; But in her atmosphere alone, The
   tedious hours meanwhile you may employ, In blissful dreams of future joy.

   Faust

   Can we go now?

   Mephistopheles

   'Tis yet too soon.

   Faust

     Some present for my love procure!

   (Exit.)

   Mephistopheles

   Presents so soon! 'tis well! success is sure! Full many a goodly place I know,
   And treasures buried long ago; I must a bit o'erlook them now.

   (Exit.)

     Evening - A Small And Neat Room

   Margaret

   (braiding and binding up her hair)

   I would give something now to know, Who yonder gentleman could be! He
   had a gallant air, I trow, And doubtless was of high degree: That written on
   his brow was seen Nor else would he so bold have been.

   (Exit.)

   Mephistopheles

   Come in! tread softly! be discreet!

   Faust (after a pause)

   Begone and leave me, I entreat!

   Mephistopheles (looking round)

   Not every maiden is so neat

   (Exit.)

     Faust (gazing round)

   Welcome sweet twilight, calm and blest, That in this hallow'd precinct reigns!
   Fond yearning love, inspire my breast, Feeding on hope's sweet dew thy
   blissful pains! What stillness here environs me! Content and order brood
   around. What fulness in this poverty! In this small cell what bliss profound!

   (He throws himself on the leather arm - chair beside the bed)

   Receive me thou, who hast in thine embrace, Welcom'd in joy and grief the
   ages flown! How oft the children of a by - gone race Have cluster'd round this
   patriarchal throne! Haply she, also, whom I hold so dear, For Christmas gift,
   with grateful joy possess'd, Hath with the full round cheek of childhood, here,
   Her grandsire's wither'd hand devoutly press'd. Maiden! I feel thy spirit haunt
   the place, Breathing of order and abounding grace. As with a mother's voice it
   prompteth thee, The pure white cover o'er the board to spread, To strew the
   crisping sand beneath thy tread. Dear hand! so godlike in its ministry! The hut
   becomes a paradise through thee! And here - (He raises the bed - curtain.)
   How thrills my pulse with strange delight! Here could I linger hours untold;
   Thou, Nature, didst in vision bright, The embryo angel here unfold. Here lay
   the child, her bosom warm With life; while steeped in slumber's dew, To
   perfect grace, her godlike form, With pure and hallow'd weavings grew!

   And thou! ah here what seekest thou? How quails mine inmost being now!
   What wouldst thou here? what makes thy heart so sore? Unhappy Faust! I
   know thee now no more.

   Do I a magic atmosphere inhale? Erewhile, my passion would not brook
   delay! Now in a pure love - dream I melt away. Are we the sport of every
   passing gale?

   Should she return and enter now, How wouldst thou rue thy guilty flame!
   Proud vaunter - thou wouldst hide thy brow, And at her feet sink down with
   shame.

   Mephistopheles

   Quick! quick! below I see her there.

   Faust

   Away! I will return no more!

   Mephistopheles

   Here is a casket, with a store Of jewels, which I got elsewhere Just lay it in
   the press; make haste! I swear to you, 'twill turn her brain; Therein some
   trifles I have placed, Wherewith another to obtain. But child is child, and play
   is play.

     Faust

   I know not - shall I?

   Mephistopheles

   Do you ask? Perchance you would retain the treasure? If such your wish, why
   then, I say, Henceforth absolve me from my task, Nor longer waste your
   hours of leisure. I trust you're not by avarice led! I rub my hands, I scratch my
   head, 

   (He places the casket in the press and closes the lock.)

   Now quick! Away! That soon the sweet young creature may The wish and
   purpose of your heart obey; Yet stand you there As would you to the lecture
   - room repair, As if before you stood, Arrayed in flesh and blood, Physics
   and metaphysics weird and grey! Away!

   (Exeunt.)

   Margaret (with a lamp)

   Here 'tis so close, so sultry now,

   (She opens the window.)

   Yet out of doors 'tis not so warm. I feel so strange, I know not how I wish my
   mother would come home. Through me there runs a shuddering I'm but a
   foolish timid thing!

   (While undressing herself she begins to sing.)

   There was a king in Thule, True even to the grave; To whom his dying
   mistress A golden beaker gave.

     At every feast he drained it, Naught was to him so dear, And often as he
   drained it, Gush'd from his eyes the tear.

   When death came, unrepining His cities o'er he told; All to his heir resigning,
   Except his cup of gold.

   With many a knightly vassal At a royal feast sat he, In yon proud hall
   ancestral, In his castle o'er the sea.

   Up stood the jovial monarch, And quaff'd his last life's glow, Then hurled the
   hallow'd goblet Into the flood below.

   He saw it splashing, drinking, And plunging in the sea; His eyes meanwhile
   were sinking, And never again drank he.

   (She opens the press to put away her clothes, and perceives the casket.)

   How comes this lovely casket here? The press I locked, of that I'm confident.
   'Tis very wonderful! What's in it I can't guess; Perhaps 'twas brought by some
   one in distress, And left in pledge for loan my mother lent.

   Here by a ribbon hangs a little key! I have a mind to open it and see!
   Heavens! only look! what have we here! In all my days ne'er saw I such a
   sight! Jewels! which any noble dame might wear, For some high pageant
   richly dight! This chain - how would it look on me! These splendid gems,
   whose may they be?

   (She puts them on and steps before the glass.)

   Were but the ear - rings only mine! Thus one has quite another air. What
   boots it to be young and fair? It doubtless may be very fine; But then, alas,
   none cares for you, And praise sounds half like pity too. Gold all doth lure,
   Gold doth secure All things. Alas, we poor!

     Promenade - Faust And Mephistopheles

   Faust walking thoughtfully up and down. To him Mephistopheles

   Mephistopheles

   By all rejected love! By hellish fire I curse, Would I knew aught to make my
   imprecation worse!

   Faust

   What aileth thee? what chafes thee now so sore? A face like that I never saw
   before!

   Mephistopheles

   I'd yield me to the devil instantly, Did it not happen that myself am he!

   Faust

   There must be some disorder in thy wit! To rave thus like a madman, is it fit?

   Mephistopheles

   Think! only think! The gems for Gretchen brought, Them hath a priest now
   made his own! A glimpse of them the mother caught, And 'gan with secret
   fear to groan. The woman's scent is keen enough; Doth ever in the prayer -
   book snuff; Smells every article to ascertain Whether the thing is holy or
   profane, And scented in the jewels rare, That there was not much blessing
   there. "My child," she cries, "ill - gotten good Ensnares the soul, consumes the
   blood; With them we'll deck our Lady's shrine, She'll cheer our souls with
   bread divine!" At this poor Gretchen 'gan to pout; 'Tis a gift - horse, at least,
   she thought, And sure, he godless cannot be, Who brought them here so
   cleverly. Straight for a priest the mother sent, Who, when he understood the
   jest, With what he saw was well content. "This shows a pious mind!" Quoth
   he: "Self - conquest is true victory. The Church hath a good stomach, she,
   with zest, Whole countries hath swallow'd down, And never yet a surfeit
   known. The Church alone, be it confessed, Daughters, can ill - got wealth
   digest."

     Faust

   It is a general custom, too. Practised alike by king and jew.

   Mephistopheles

   With that, clasp, chain, and ring, he swept As they were mushrooms; and the
   casket, Without one word of thanks, he kept, As if of nuts it were a basket.
   Promised reward in heaven, then forth he hied And greatly they were edified.

   Faust

   And Gretchen!

   Mephistopheles

   In unquiet mood Knows neither what she would or should; The trinkets night
   and day thinks o'er, On him who brought them, dwells still more.

   Faust

   The darling's sorrow grieves me, bring Another set without delay! The first,
   methinks, was no great thing.

   Mephistopheles

   All's to my gentleman child's play!

   Faust

     Plan all things to achieve my end! Engage the attention of her friend! No milk
   - and - water devil be, And bring fresh jewels instantly!

   Mephistopheles

   Ay, sir! Most gladly I'll obey.

   (Faust exit.)

   Mephistopheles

   Your doting love - sick fool, with ease, Merely his lady - love to please, Sun,
   moon, and stars in sport would puff away.

   (Exit.)

     The Neighbour's House - Martha, Margaret And Mephistopheles

   Martha (alone)

   God pardon my dear husband, he Doth not in truth act well by me! Forth in
   the world abroad to roam, And leave me on the straw at home. And yet his
   will I ne'er did thwart, God knows, I lov'd him from my heart.

   (She weeps.)

   Perchance he's dead! - oh wretched state! Had I but a certificate!

   (Margaret comes)

   Margaret

   Dame Martha!

   Martha

   Gretchen?

   Margaret

   Only think! My knees beneath me well - nigh sink! Within my press I've found
   to - day, Another case, of ebony. And things - magnificent they are, More
   costly than the first, by far.

     Martha

   You must not name it to your mother! It would to shrift, just like the other.

   Margaret

   Nay look at them! now only see!

   Martha (dresses her up)

   Thou happy creature!

   Margaret

   Woe is me! Them in the street I cannot wear, Or in the church, or any where.

   Martha

   Come often over here to me, The gems put on quite privately; And then
   before the mirror walk an hour or so, Thus we shall have our pleasure too.
   Then suitable occasions we must seize, As at a feast, to show them by
   degrees: A chain at first, pearl ear - drops then, - your mother Won't see
   them, or we'll coin some tale or other.

   Margaret

   But, who, I wonder, could the caskets bring? I fear there's something wrong
   about the thing!

   (A knock.)

     Good heavens! can that my mother be?

   Martha (peering through the blind)

   'Tis a strange gentleman, I see. Come in!

   (Mephistopheles enters)

   Mephistopheles

   I've ventur'd to intrude to - day. Ladies, excuse the liberty, I pray.

   (He steps back respectfully before Margaret.)

   After dame Martha Schwerdtlein I inquire!

   Martha

   'Tis I. Pray what have you to say to me?

   Mephistopheles (aside to her)

   I know you now, - and therefore will retire; At present you've distinguished
   company. Pardon the freedom, Madam, with your leave, I will make free to
   call again at eve.

   Martha (aloud)

     Why, child, of all strange notions, he For some grand lady taketh thee!

   Margaret

   I am, in truth, of humble blood The gentleman is far too good Nor gems nor
   trinkets are my own.

   Mephistopheles

   Oh 'tis not the mere ornaments alone; Her glance and mien far more betray.
   Rejoiced I am that I may stay.

   Martha

   Your business, Sir? I long to know 

   Mephistopheles

   Would I could happier tidings show! I trust mine errand you'll not let me rue;
   Your husband's dead, and greeteth you.

   Martha

   Is dead? True heart! Oh misery! My husband dead! Oh, I shall die!

   Margaret

   Alas! good Martha! don't despair!

     Mephistopheles

   Now listen to the sad affair!

   Margaret

   I for this cause should fear to love. The loss my certain death would prove.

   Mephistopheles

   Joy still must sorrow, sorrow joy attend.

   Martha

   Proceed, and tell the story of his end!

   Mephistopheles

   At Padua, in St. Anthony's, In holy ground his body lies; Quiet and cool his
   place of rest, With pious ceremonials blest.

   Martha

   And had you naught besides to bring?

   Mephistopheles

     Oh yes! one grave and solemn prayer; Let them for him three hundred masses
   sing! But in my pockets, I have nothing there.

   Martha

   No trinket! no love - token did he send! What every journeyman safe in his
   pouch will hoard There for remembrance fondly stored, And rather hungers,
   rather begs than spend!

   Mephistopheles

   Madam, in truth, it grieves me sore, But he his gold not lavishly hath spent.
   His failings too he deeply did repent, Ay! and his evil plight bewail'd still more.

   Margaret

   Alas! That men should thus be doomed to woe! I for his soul will many a
   requiem pray.

   Mephistopheles

   A husband you deserve this very day; A child so worthy to be loved.

   Margaret

   Ah no, That time hath not yet come for me.

   Mephistopheles

   If not a spouse, a gallant let it be. Among heaven's choicest gifts, I place, So
   sweet a darling to embrace.

     Margaret

   Our land doth no such usage know.

   Mephistopheles

   Usage or not, it happens so.

   Martha

   Go on, I pray!

   Mephistopheles

   I stood by his bedside. Something less foul it was than dung; 'Twas straw half
   rotten; yet, he as a Christian died. And sorely hath remorse his conscience
   wrung. "Wretch that I was," quoth he, with parting breath, "So to forsake my
   business and my wife! Ah! the remembrance is my death, Could I but have
   her pardon in this life!" 

   Martha (weeping)

   Dear soul! I've long forgiven him, indeed!

   Mephistopheles

   "Though she, God knows, was more to blame than I."

   Martha

     He lied! What, on the brink of death to lie!

   Mephistopheles

   If I am skill'd the countenance to read, He doubtless fabled as he parted
   hence. "No time had I to gape, or take my ease," he said, "First to get
   children, and then get them bread; And bread, too, in the very widest sense;
   Nor could I eat in peace even my proper share."

   Martha

   What, all my truth, my love forgotten quite? My weary drudgery by day and
   night!

   Mephistopheles

   Not so! He thought of you with tender care. Quoth he: "Heaven knows how
   fervently I prayed, For wife and children when from Malta bound; The prayer
   hath heaven with favour crowned; We took a Turkish vessel which conveyed
   Rich store of treasure for the Sultan's court; It's own reward our gallant action
   brought; The captur'd prize was shared among the crew And of the treasure I
   received my due."

   Martha

   How? Where? The treasure hath he buried, pray?

   Mephistopheles

   Where the four winds have blown it, who can say? In Naples as he stroll'd, a
   stranger there, A comely maid took pity on my friend; And gave such tokens
   of her love and care, That he retained them to his blessed end.

   Martha

   Scoundrel! to rob his children of their bread! And all this misery, this bitter
   need, Could not his course of recklessness impede!

     Mephistopheles

   Well, he hath paid the forfeit, and is dead. Now were I in your place, my
   counsel hear; My weeds I'd wear for one chaste year, And for another lover
   meanwhile would look out.

   Martha

   Alas, I might search far and near, Not quickly should I find another like my
   first! There could not be a fonder fool than mine, Only he loved too well
   aboard to roam; Loved foreign women too, and foreign wine, And loved
   besides the dice accurs'd.

   Mephistopheles

   All had gone swimmingly, no doubt, Had he but given you at home, On his
   side, just as wide a range. Upon such terms, to you I swear, Myself with you
   would gladly rings exchange!

   Martha

   The gentleman is surely pleas'd to jest!

   Mephistopheles (aside)

   Now to be off in time, were best! She'd make the very devil marry her.

   (To Margaret.)

   How fares it with your heart?

   Margaret

     How mean you, Sir?

   Mephistopheles (aside)

   The sweet young innocent!

   (aloud)

   Ladies, farewell!

   Margaret

   Farewell!

   Martha

   But ere you leave us, quickly tell! I from a witness fain had heard, Where,
   how, and when my husband died and was interr'd. To forms I've always been
   attached indeed, His death I fain would in the journals read.

   Mephistopheles

   Ay, madam, what two witnesses declare Is held as valid everywhere; A
   gallant friend I have, not far from here, Who will for you before the judge
   appear. I'll bring him straight.

   Martha

   I pray you do!

     Mephistopheles

   And this young lady, we shall find her too? A noble youth, far travelled, he
   Shows to the sex all courtesy.

   Margaret

   I in his presence needs must blush for shame.

   Mephistopheles

   Not in the presence of a crowned king!

   Martha

   The garden, then, behind my house, we'll name, There we'll await you both
   this evening.

     A Street - An Evening Walk In The Garden

   Faust. Mephistopheles

   Faust

   How is it now? How speeds it? Is't in train?

   Mephistopheles

   Bravo! I find you all aflame! Gretchen full soon your own you'll name. This
   eve, at neighbour Martha's, her you'll meet again; The woman seems
   expressly made To drive the pimp and gipsy's trade.

   Faust

   Good!

   Mephistopheles

   But from us she something would request.

   Faust

   A favour claims return as this world goes.

     Mephistopheles

   We have on oath but duly to attest, That her dead husband's limbs,
   outstretch'd repose In holy ground at Padua.

   Faust

   Sage indeed! So I suppose we straight must journey there!

   Mephistopheles

   Sancta simplicitas! For that no need! Without much knowledge we have but
   to swear.

   Faust

   If you have nothing better to suggest, Against you plan I must at once protest.

   Mephistopheles

   Oh, holy man! methinks I have you there! In all your life say, have you ne'er
   False witness borne, until this hour? Have you of God, the world, and all it
   doth contain, Of man, and that which worketh in his heart and brain, Not
   definitions given, in words of weight and power, With front unblushing, and a
   dauntless breast? Yet, if into the depth of things you go, Touching these
   matters, it must be confess'd, As much as of Herr Schwerdtlein's death you
   know!

   Faust

   Thou art and dost remain liar and sophist too.

   Mephistopheles

     Ay, if one did not take a somewhat deeper view! To - morrow, in all honour,
   thou Poor Gretchen wilt befool, and vow Thy soul's deep love, in lover's
   fashion.

   Faust

   And from my heart.

   Mephistopheles

   All good and fair! Then deathless constancy thou'lt swear; Speak of one all
   o'ermastering passion, Will that too issue from the heart?

   Faust

   Forbear! When passion sways me, and I seek to frame Fir utterance for
   feeling, deep, intense, And for my frenzy finding no fit name, Sweep round the
   ample world with every sense, Grasp at the loftiest words to speak my flame,
   And call the glow, wherewith I burn, Quenchless, eternal, yea, eterne Is that
   of sophistry a devilish play?

   Mephistopheles

   Yet am I right!

   Faust

   Mark this, my friend, And spare my lungs; who would the right maintain, And
   hath a tongue wherewith his point to gain, Will gain it in the end. But come, of
   gossip I am weary quite; Because I've no resource, thou'rt in the right.

     A Garden

   Margaret on Faust's arm. Martha with Mephistopheles walking up and down

   Margaret

   I feel it, you but spare my ignorance, The gentleman to shame me stoops thus
   low. A traveller from complaisance, Still makes the best of things; I know Too
   well, my humble prattle never can Have power to entertain so wise a man.

   Garden Scene: Garden scene with Mephistopheles, Faust, and Margaret.
   Lithograph by Eugene Delacroix.]

   Faust

   One glance, one word from thee doth charm me more, Than the world's
   wisdom or the sage's lore.

   (He kisses her hand.)

   Margaret

   Nay! trouble not yourself! A hand so coarse, So rude as mine, how can you
   kiss! What constant work at home must I not do perforce! My mother too
   exacting is.

   (They pass on.)

   Martha

     Thus, sir, unceasing travel is your lot?

   Mephistopheles

   Traffic and duty urge us! With what pain Are we compelled to leave full many
   a spot, Where yet we dare not once remain!

   Martha

   In youth's wild years, with vigour crown'd, 'Tis not amiss thus through the
   world to sweep; But ah, the evil days come round! And to a lonely grave as
   bachelor to creep, A pleasant thing has no one found.

   Mephistopheles

   The prospect fills me with dismay.

   Martha

   Therefore in time, dear sir, reflect, I pray.

   (They pass on.)

   Margaret

   Ay, out of sight is out of mind! Politeness easy is to you; Friends everywhere,
   and not a few, Wiser than I am, you will find.

   Faust

     O dearest, trust me, what doth pass for sense Full oft is self - conceit and
   blindness!

   Margaret

   How?

   Faust

   Simplicity and holy innocence, When will ye learn your hallow'd worth to
   know! Ah, when will meekness and humility, Kind and all - bounteous
   nature's loftiest dower 

   Margaret

   Only one little moment think of me! To think of you I shall have many an hour.

   Faust

   You are perhaps much alone?

   Margaret

   Yes, small our household is, I own, Yet must I see to it. No maid we keep,
   And I must cook, sew, knit, and sweep, Still early on my feet and late; My
   mother is in all things, great and small, So accurate! Not that for thrift there is
   such pressing need; Than others we might make more show indeed: My father
   left behind a small estate, A house and garden near the city - wall. But fairly
   quiet now my days, I own; As soldier is my brother gone; My little sister's
   dead; the babe to rear Occasion'd me some care and fond annoy; But I
   would go through all again with joy, The darling was to me so dear.

   Faust

   An angel, sweet, if it resembled thee!

     Margaret

   I reared it up, and it grew fond of me. After my father's death it saw the day;
   We gave my mother up for lost, she lay In such a wretched plight, and then at
   length So very slowly she regain'd her strength. Weak as she was, 'twas vain
   for her to try Herself to suckle the poor babe, so I Reared it on milk and
   water all alone; And thus the child became as 'twere my own; Within my arms
   it stretched itself and grew, And smiling, nestled in my bosom too.

   Faust

   Doubtless the purest happiness was thine.

   Margaret

   But many weary hours, in sooth, were also mine. At night its little cradle stood
   Close to my bed; so was I wide awake If it but stirred; One while I was
   obliged to give it food, Or to my arms the darling take; From bed full oft must
   rise, whene'er its cry I heard, And, dancing it, must pace the chamber to and
   fro; Stand at the wash - tub early; forthwith go To market, and then mind the
   cooking too To - morrow like to - day, the whole year through. Ah, sir, thus
   living, it must be confess'd One's spirits are not always of the best; Yet it a
   relish gives to food and rest. (They pass on.)

   Martha

   Poor women! we are badly off, I own; A bachelor's conversion's hard,
   indeed!

   Mephistopheles

   Madam, with one like you it rests alone, To tutor me a better course to lead.

   Martha

   Speak frankly, sir, none is there you have met? Has your heart ne'er attach'd
   itself as yet?

   Mephistopheles

     One's own fire - side and a good wife are gold And pearls of price, so says
   the proverb old.

   Martha

   I mean, has passion never stirred your breast?

   Mephistopheles

   I've everywhere been well received, I own.

   Martha

   Yet hath your heart no earnest preference known?

   Mephistopheles

   With ladies one should ne'er presume to jest.

   Martha

   Ah! you mistake!

   Mephistopheles

   I'm sorry I'm so blind But this I know - that you are very kind

     (They pass on.)

   Faust

   Me, little angel, didst thou recognize, When in the garden first I came?

   Margaret

   Did you not see it? I cast down my eyes.

   Faust

   Thou dost forgive my boldness, dost not blame The liberty I took that day,
   When thou from church didst lately wend thy way?

   Margaret

   I was confused. So had it never been; No one of me could any evil say. Alas,
   thought I, he doubtless in thy mien, Something unmaidenly or bold hath seen?
   It seemed as if it struck him suddenly, Here's just a girl with whom one may
   make free! Yet I must own that then I scarcely knew What in your favour
   here began at once to plead; Yet I was angry with myself indeed, That I more
   angry could not feel with you.

   Faust

   Sweet love!

   Margaret

   Just wait awhile!

     (She gathers a star - flower and plucks off the leaves one after another.)

   Faust

   A nosegay may that be?

   Margaret

   No! It is but a game.

   Faust

   How?

   Margaret

   Go, you'll laugh at me!

   (She plucks off the leaves and murmurs to herself.)

   Faust

   What murmurest thou?

   Margaret (half aloud)

     He loves me - loves me not.

   Faust

   Sweet angel, with thy face of heavenly bliss!

   Margaret (continues)

   He loves me - not - he loves me - not 

   (Plucking off the last leaf with fond joy.)

   He loves me!

   Faust

   Yes!

   And this flower - language, darling, let it be, A heavenly oracle! He loveth
   thee! Know'st thou the meaning of, He loveth thee? (He seizes both her
   hands.)

   Margaret

   I tremble so!

   Faust

     Nay! Do not tremble, love! Let this hand - pressure, let this glance reveal
   Feelings, all power of speech above; To give oneself up wholly and to feel A
   joy that must eternal prove! Eternal! - Yes, its end would be despair. No end!
   - It cannot end!

   (Margaret presses his hand, extricates herself, and runs away. He stands a
   moment in thought and then follows her).

   Martha (approaching)

   Night's closing.

   Mephistopheles

   Yes, we'll presently away.

   Martha

   I would entreat you longer yet to stay; But 'tis a wicked place, just here
   about; It is as if the folk had nothing else to do, Nothing to think of too, But
   gaping watch their neighbours, who goes in and out; And scandal's busy still,
   do whatsoe'er one may. And our young couple?

   Mephistopheles

   They have flown up there. The wanton butterflies!

   Martha

   He seems to take to her.

   Mephistopheles

   And she to him. 'Tis of the world the way!

     A Summer-House

   (Margaret runs in, hides behind the door, holds the tip of her finger to her lip,
   and peeps through the crevice.)

   Margaret

   He comes!

   Faust

   Ah, little rogue, so thou Think'st to provoke me! I have caught thee now!

   (He kisses her.)

   Margaret

   (embracing him, and returning the kiss)

   Dearest of men! I love thee from my heart!

   (Mephistopheles knocks.)

   Faust (stamping)

     Who's there?

   Mephistopheles

   A friend!

   Faust

   A brute!

   Mephistopheles

   'Tis time to part.

   Martha (comes)

   Ay, it is late, good sir.

   Faust

   Mayn't I attend you, then?

   Margaret

   Oh no - my mother would - adieu, adieu!

     Faust

   And must I really then take leave of you? Farewell!

   Martha

   Good - bye!

   Margaret

   Ere long to meet again! (Exeunt Faust and Mephistopheles.)

   Margaret

   Good heavens! how all things far and near Must fill his mind, - a man like this!
   Abash'd before him I appear, And say to all things only, yes. Poor simple
   child, I cannot see, What 'tis that he can find in me.

   (Exit.)

     Forest And Cavern - Faust And Mephistopheles

   Faust (alone)

   Spirit sublime! Thou gav'st me, gav'st me all For which I prayed! Not vainly
   hast thou turn'd To me thy countenance in flaming fire: Gavest me glorious
   nature for my realm, And also power to feel her and enjoy; Not merely with a
   cold and wondering glance, Thou dost permit me in her depths profound, As
   in the bosom of a friend to gaze. Before me thou dost lead her living tribes,
   And dost in silent grove, in air and stream Teach me to know my kindred.
   And when roars The howling storm - blast through the groaning wood,
   Wrenching the giant pine, which in its fall Crashing sweeps down its neighbour
   trunks and boughs, While hollow thunder from the hill resounds; Then thou
   dost lead me to some shelter'd cave, Dost there reveal me to myself, and
   show Of my own bosom the mysterious depths. And when with soothing
   beam, the moon's pale orb Full in my view climbs up the pathless sky, From
   crag and dewy grove, the silvery forms Of by - gone ages hover, and assuage
   The joy austere of contemplative thought.

   Oh, that naught perfect is assign'd to man, I feel, alas! With this exalted joy,
   Which lifts me near and nearer to the gods, Thou gav'st me this companion,
   unto whom I needs must cling, though cold and insolent, He still degrades me
   to myself, and turns Thy glorious gifts to nothing, with a breath. He in my
   bosom with malicious zeal For that fair image fans a raging fire; From craving
   to enjoyment thus I reel And in enjoyment languish for desire.

   (Mephistopheles enters.)

   Mephistopheles

   Of this lone life have you not your fill? How for so long can it have charms for
   you? 'Tis well enough to try it if you will; But then away again to something
   new!

   Faust

   Would you could better occupy your leisure, Than in disturbing thus my hours
   of joy.

   Mephistopheles

   Well! Well! I'll leave you to yourself with pleasure, A serious tone you hardly
   dare employ. To part from one so crazy, harsh, and cross, Were not in truth a
   grievous loss. The live - long day, for you I toil and fret; Ne'er from his
   worship's face a hint I get, What pleases him, or what to let alone.

   Faust

     Ay truly! that is just the proper tone! He wearies me, and would with thanks
   be paid!

   Mephistopheles

   Poor Son of Earth, without my aid, How would thy weary days have flown?
   Thee of thy foolish whims I've cured, Thy vain imaginations banished, And but
   for me, be well assured, Thou from this sphere must soon have vanished. In
   rocky hollows and in caverns drear, Why like an owl sit moping here?
   Wherefore from dripping stones and moss with ooze embued, Dost suck, like
   any toad, thy food? A rare, sweet pastime. Verily! The doctor cleaveth still to
   thee.

   Faust

   Dost comprehend what bliss without alloy From this wild wand'ring in the
   desert springs? Couldst thou but guess the new life - power it brings, Thou
   wouldst be fiend enough to envy me my joy.

   Mephistopheles

   What super - earthly ecstasy! at night, To lie in darkness on the dewy height,
   Embracing heaven and earth in rapture high, The soul dilating to a deity; With
   prescient yearnings pierce the core of earth, Feel in your labouring breast the
   six - days' birth, Enjoy, in proud delight what no one knows, While your love
   - rapture o'er creation flows, The earthly lost in beatific vision, And then the
   lofty intuition 

   (With a gesture.)

   I need not tell you how - to close!

   Faust

   Fie on you!

   Mephistopheles

   This displeases you? "For shame!" You are forsooth entitled to exclaim; We
   to chaste ears it seems must not pronounce What, nathless, the chaste heart
   cannot renounce. Well, to be brief, the joy as fit occasions rise, I grudge you
   not, of specious lies. But long this mood thou'lt not retain. Already thou'rt
   again outworn, And should this last, thou wilt be torn By frenzy or remorse
   and pain. Enough of this! Thy true love dwells apart, And all to her seems flat
   and tame; Alone thine image fills her heart, She loves thee with an all -
   devouring flame. First came thy passion with o'erpowering rush, Like
   mountain torrent, swollen by the melted snow; Full in her heart didst pour the
   sudden gush, Now has thy brooklet ceased to flow. Instead of sitting throned
   midst forests wild, It would become so great a lord To comfort the enamour'd
   child, And the young monkey for her love reward. To her the hours seem
   miserably long; She from the window sees the clouds float by As o'er the lofty
   city - walls they fly, "If I a birdie were!" so runs her song, Half through the
   night and all day long. Cheerful sometimes, more oft at heart full sore; Fairly
   outwept seem now her tears, Anon she tranquil is, or so appears, And love -
   sick evermore.

     Faust

   Snake! Serpent vile!

   Mephistopheles (aside)

   Good! If I catch thee with my guile!

   Faust

   Vile reprobate! go get thee hence; Forbear the lovely girl to name! Nor in my
   half - distracted sense, Kindle anew the smouldering flame!

   Mephistopheles

   What wouldest thou! She thinks you've taken flight; It seems, she's partly in
   the right.

   Faust

   I'm near her still - and should I distant rove, Her I can ne'er forget, ne'er lose
   her love; And all things touch'd by those sweet lips of hers, Even the very
   Host, my envy stirs.

   Mephistopheles

   'Tis well! I oft have envied you indeed, The twin - pair that among the roses
   feed.

   Faust

     Pander, avaunt!

   Mephistopheles

   Go to! I laugh, the while you rail, The power which fashion'd youth and maid,
   Well understood the noble trade; So neither shall occasion fail. But hence! -
   A mighty grief I trow! Unto thy lov'd one's chamber thou And not to death
   shouldst go.

   Faust

   What is to me heaven's joy within her arms? What though my life her bosom
   warms! Do I not ever feel her woe? The outcast am I not, unhoused, unblest,
   Inhuman monster, without aim or rest, Who, like the greedy surge, from rock
   to rock, Sweeps down the dread abyss with desperate shock? While she,
   within her lowly cot, which graced The Alpine slope, beside the waters wild,
   Her homely cares in that small world embraced, Secluded lived, a simple,
   artless child. Was't not enough, in thy delirious whirl To blast the steadfast
   rocks; Her, and her peace as well, Must I, God - hated one, to ruin hurl!
   Dost claim this holocaust, remorseless Hell! Fiend, help me to cut short the
   hours of dread! Let what must happen, happen speedily! Her direful doom fall
   crushing on my head, And into ruin let her plunge with me!

   Mephistopheles

   Why how again it seethes and glows! Away, thou fool! Her torment ease!
   When such a head no issue sees, It pictures straight the final close. Long life
   to him who boldly dares! A devil's pluck thou'rt wont to show; As for a devil
   who despairs, Nothing I find so mawkish here below.

     Margaret's Room

   Margaret (alone at her spinning wheel)

   My peace is gone, My heart is sore, I find it never, And nevermore!

   Where him I have not, Is the grave; and all The world to me Is turned to gall.

   My wilder'd brain Is overwrought; My feeble senses Are distraught.

   My peace is gone, My heart is sore, I find it never, And nevermore!

   For him from the window I gaze, at home; For him and him only Abroad I
   roam.

   His lofty step, His bearing high, The smile of his lip, The power of his eye,

   His witching words, Their tones of bliss, His hand's fond pressure And ah -
   his kiss! My peace is gone, My heart is sore, I find it never, And nevermore.

   My bosom aches To feel him near; Ah, could I clasp And fold him here!

   Kiss him and kiss him Again would I, And on his kisses I fain would die.

     Martha's Garden

   Margaret and Faust

   Margaret

   Promise me, Henry!

   Faust

   What I can!

   Margaret

   How thy religion fares, I fain would hear. Thou art a good kind - hearted man,
   Only that way not well - disposed, I fear.

   Faust

   Forbear, my child! Thou feelest thee I love; My heart, my blood I'd give, my
   love to prove, And none would of their faith or church bereave.

   Margaret

   That's not enough, we must ourselves believe!

     Faust

   Must we?

   Margaret

   Ah, could I but thy soul inspire! Thou honourest not the sacraments, alas!

   Faust

   I honour them.

   Margaret

   But yet without desire; 'Tis long since thou hast been either to shrift or mass.
   Dost thou believe in God?

   Faust

   My darling, who dares say, Yes, I in God believe? Question or priest or sage,
   and they Seem, in the answer you receive, To mock the questioner.

   Margaret

   Then thou dost not believe?

   Faust

     Sweet one! my meaning do not misconceive! Him who dare name? And who
   proclaim, Him I believe? Who that can feel, His heart can steel, To say: I
   believe him not? The All - embracer, All - sustainer, Holds and sustains he not
   Thee, me, himself? Lifts not the Heaven its dome above? Doth not the firm -
   set earth beneath us lie? And beaming tenderly with looks of love, Climb not
   the everlasting stars on high? Do we not gaze into each other's eyes? Nature's
   impenetrable agencies, Are they not thronging on thy heart and brain,
   Viewless, or visible to mortal ken, Around thee weaving their mysterious
   chain? Fill thence thy heart, how large soe'er it be; And in the feeling when
   thou utterly art blest, Then call it, what thou wilt, Call it Bliss! Heart! Love!
   God! I have no name for it! 'Tis feeling all; Name is but sound and smoke
   Shrouding the glow of heaven.

   Margaret

   All this is doubtless good and fair; Almost the same the parson says, Only in
   slightly different phrase.

   Faust

   Beneath Heaven's sunshine, everywhere, This is the utterance of the human
   heart; Each in his language doth the like impart; Then why not I in mine?

   Margaret

   What thus I hear Sounds plausible, yet I'm not reconciled; There's something
   wrong about it; much I fear That thou art not a Christian.

   Faust

   My sweet child!

   Margaret

   Alas! it long hath sorely troubled me, To see thee in such odious company.

   Faust

   How so?

     Margaret

   The man who comes with thee, I hate, Yea, in my spirit's inmost depths
   abhor; As his loath'd visage, in my life before, Naught to my heart e'er gave a
   pang so great.

   Faust

   Him fear not, my sweet love!

   Margaret

   His presence chills my blood. Towards all beside I have a kindly mood; Yet,
   though I yearn to gaze on thee, I feel At sight of him strange horror o'er me
   steal; That he's a villain my conviction's strong. May Heaven forgive me, if I
   do him wrong!

   Faust

   Yet such strange fellows in the world must be!

   Margaret

   I would not live with such an one as he. If for a moment he but enter here, He
   looks around him with a mocking sneer, And malice ill - conceal'd; That he
   with naught on earth can sympathize is clear Upon his brow 'tis legibly
   revealed, That to his heart no living soul is dear. So blest I feel, within thine
   arms, So warm and happy, - free from all alarms; And still my heart doth
   close when he comes near.

   Faust

   Foreboding angel! check thy fear!

   Margaret

     It so o'ermasters me, that when, Or wheresoe'er, his step I hear, I almost
   think, no more I love thee then. Besides, when he is near, I ne'er could pray.
   This eats into my heart; with thee The same, my Henry, it must be.

   Faust

   This is antipathy!

   Margaret

   I must away.

   Faust

   For one brief hour then may I never rest, And heart to heart, and soul to soul
   be pressed?

   Margaret

   Ah, if I slept alone! To - night The bolt I fain would leave undrawn for thee;
   But then my mother's sleep is light, Were we surprised by her, ah me! Upon
   the spot I should be dead.

   Faust

   Dear angel! there's no cause for dread. Here is a little phial, - if she take
   Mixed in her drink three drops, 'twill steep Her nature in a deep and soothing
   sleep.

   Margaret

   What do I not for thy dear sake! To her it will not harmful prove?
	
     Faust

   Should I advise it else, sweet love?

   Margaret

   I know not, dearest, when thy face I see, What doth my spirit to thy will
   constrain; Already I have done so much for thee, That scarcely more to do
   doth now remain.

   (Exit.)

   Mephistopheles (enters)

   Mephistopheles

   The monkey! Is she gone?

   Faust

   Again hast played the spy?

   Mephistopheles

   Of all that pass'd I'm well apprized, I heard the doctor catechised, And trust
   he'll profit much thereby! Fain would the girls inquire indeed Touching their
   lover's faith and creed, And whether pious in the good old way; They think, if
   pliant there, us too he will obey.

   Faust

     Thou monster, does not see that this Pure soul, possessed by ardent love, Full
   of the living faith, To her of bliss The only pledge, must holy anguish prove,
   Holding the man she loves, fore - doomed to endless death!

   Mephistopheles

   Most sensual, supersensualist? The while A damsel leads thee by the nose!

   Faust

   Of filth and fire abortion vile!

   Mephistopheles

   In physiognomy strange skill she shows; She in my presence feels she knows
   not how; My mask it seems a hidden sense reveals; That I'm a genius she
   must needs allow, That I'm the very devil perhaps she feels. So then to - night 

   Faust

   What's that to you?

   Mephistopheles

   I've my amusement in it too!

     At The Well

   Margaret and Bessy, with pitchers

   Bessy

   Of Barbara hast nothing heard?

   Margaret

   I rarely go from home, - no, not a word.

   Bessy

   'Tis true: Sybilla told me so to - day! That comes of being proud, methinks;
   She played the fool at last.

   Margaret

   How so?

   Bessy

   They say That two she feedeth when she eats and drinks.

     Margaret

   Alas!

   Bessy

   She's rightly served, in sooth, How long she hung upon the youth! What
   promenades, what jaunts there were, To dancing booth and village fair! The
   first she everywhere must shine, He always treating her to pastry and to wine
   Of her good looks she was so vain, So shameless too, that to retain His
   presents, she did not disdain; Sweet words and kisses came anon And then
   the virgin flower was gone.

   Margaret

   Poor thing!

   Bessy

   Forsooth dost pity her? At night, when at our wheels we sat, Abroad our
   mothers ne'er would let us stir. Then with her lover she must chat, Or on the
   bench or in the dusky walk, Thinking the hours too brief for their sweet talk;
   Her proud head she will have to bow, And in white sheet do penance now!

   Margaret

   But he will surely marry her?

   Bessy

   Not he! He won't be such a fool! a gallant lad Like him, can roam o'er land
   and sea, Besides, he's off.

   Margaret

     That is not fair!

   Bessy

   If she should get him, 'twere almost as bad! Her myrtle wreath the boys
   would tear; And then we girls would plagued her too, For we chopp'd straw
   before her door would strew!

   (Exit.)

   Margaret (walking towards home)

   How stoutly once I could inveigh, If a poor maiden went astray; Not words
   enough my tongue could find, 'Gainst others' sin to speak my mind! Black as it
   seemed, I blacken'd it still more, And strove to make it blacker than before.
   And did myself securely bless Now my own trespass doth appear! Yet ah! -
   what urg'd me to transgress, God knows, it was so sweet, so dear!

     Zwinger

   Enclosure between the City - wall and the Gate.

   (In the niche of the wall a devotional image of the Mater dolorosa, with flower
   - pots before it)

   Margaret (putting fresh flowers in the pots)

   Ah, rich in sorrow, thou, Stoop thy maternal brow, And mark with pitying eye
   my misery! The sword in thy pierced heart, Thou dost with bitter smart, Gaze
   upwards on thy Son's death agony. To the dear God on high, Ascends thy
   piteous sigh, Pleading for his and thy sore misery. Ah, who can know The
   torturing woe, The pangs that rack me to the bone? How my poor heart,
   without relief, Trembles and throbs, its yearning grief Thou knowest, thou
   alone! Ah, wheresoe'er I go, With woe, with woe, with woe, My anguish'd
   breast is aching! When all alone I creep, I weep, I weep, I weep, Alas! my
   heart is breaking! The flower-pots at my window Were wet with tears of
   mine, The while I pluck'd these blossoms, At dawn to deck thy shrine! When
   early in my chamber Shone bright the rising morn, I sat there on my pallet, My
   heart with anguish torn. Help! from disgrace and death deliver me! Ah! rich in
   sorrow, thou, Stoop thy maternal brow, And mark with pitying eye my
   misery!

     Night. Street Before Margaret's Door

   Valentine (a soldier, Margaret's brother)

   When seated 'mong the jovial crowd, Where merry comrades boasting loud
   Each named with pride his favourite lass, And in her honour drain'd his glass;
   Upon my elbows I would lean, With easy quiet view the scene, Nor give my
   tongue the rein until Each swaggering blade had talked his fill. Then smiling I
   my beard would stroke, The while, with brimming glass, I spoke; "Each to his
   taste! - but to my mind, Where in the country will you find, A maid, as my
   dear Gretchen fair, Who with my sister can compare?" Cling! Clang! so rang
   the jovial sound! Shouts of assent went circling round; Pride of her sex is she!
   - cried some; Then were the noisy boasters dumb.

   And now! - I could tear out my hair, Or dash my brains out in despair! Me
   every scurvy knave may twit, With stinging jest and taunting sneer! Like
   skulking debtor I must sit, And sweat each casual word to hear! And though I
   smash'd them one and all, Yet them I could not liars call.

   Who comes this way? who's sneaking here? If I mistake not, two draw near.
   If he be one, have at him; - well I wot Alive he shall not leave this spot!

   Faust. Mephistopheles

   Faust

   How from yon sacristy, athwart the night, Its beams the ever - burning taper
   throws, While ever waning, fades the glimmering light, As gathering darkness
   doth around it close! So night - like gloom doth in my bosom reign.

   Mephistopheles

   I'm like a tom - cat in a thievish vein, That up fire - ladders tall and steep, And
   round the walls doth slyly creep; Virtuous withal, I feel, with, I confess, A
   touch of thievish joy and wantonness. Thus through my limbs already burns
   The glorious Walpurgis night! After to - morrow it returns, Then why one
   wakes, one knows aright!

   Faust

   Meanwhile, the treasure I see glimmering there, Will it ascend into the open
   air?

     Mephistopheles

   Ere long thou wilt proceed with pleasure, To raise the casket with its treasure;
   I took a peep, therein are stored, Of lion - dollars a rich hoard.

   Faust

   And not a trinket? not a ring? Wherewith my lovely girl to deck?

   Mephistopheles

   I saw among them some such thing, A string of pearls to grace her neck.

   Faust

   'Tis well! I'm always loath to go, Without some gift my love to show.

   Mephistopheles

   Some pleasures gratis to enjoy, Should surely cause you no annoy. While
   bright with stars the heavens appear, I'll sing a masterpiece of art: A moral
   song shall charm her ear, More surely to beguile her heart.

   (Sings to the guitar.)

   Kathrina say, Why lingering stay At dawn of day Before your lover's door?
   Maiden, beware, Nor enter there, Lest forth you fare, A maiden never more.

   Maiden take heed! Reck well my rede! Is't done, the deed? Good night, you
   poor, poor thing! The spoiler's lies, His arts despise, Nor yield your prize,
   Without the marriage ring!

     Valentine (steps forward)

   Whom are you luring here? I'll give it you! Accursed rat - catchers, your
   strains I'll end! First, to the devil the guitar I'll send! Then to the devil with the
   singer too!

   Mephistopheles

   The poor guitar! 'tis done for now.

   Valentine

   Your skull shall follow next, I trow!

   Mephistopheles (to Faust)

   Doctor, stand fast! your strength collect! Be prompt, and do as I direct. Out
   with your whisk, keep close, I pray, I'll parry! do you thrust away!

   Valentine

   Then parry that!

   Mephistopheles

   Why not?

   Valentine

     That too!

   Mephistopheles

   With ease!

   Valentine

   The devil fights for you! Why how is this? my hand's already lamed!

   Mephistopheles (to Faust)

   Thrust home!

   Valentine (falls)

   Alas!

   Mephistopheles

   There! Now the lubber's tamed! But quick, away! We must at once take
   wing; A cry of murder strikes upon the ear; With the police I know my course
   to steer, But with the blood - ban 'tis another thing.

   Martha (at the window)

   Without! without!

     Margaret (at the window)

   Quick, bring a light!

   Martha (as above)

   They rail and scuffle, scream and fight!

   People

   One lieth here already dead!

   Martha (coming out)

   Where are the murderers? are they fled?

   Margaret (coming out)

   Who lieth here?

   People

   Thy mother's son.

   Margaret

     Almighty God! I am undone!

   Valentine

   I'm dying - 'tis a soon - told tale, And sooner done the deed. Why, women,
   do ye howl and wail? To my last words give heed! (All gather round him.) My
   Gretchen see! still young art thou, Art not discreet enough, I trow, Thou dost
   thy matters ill; Let this in confidence be said: Since thou the path of shame
   dost tread, Tread it with right good will!

   Margaret

   My brother! God! what can this mean?

   Valentine

   Abstain, Nor dare God's holy name profane! What's done, alas, is done and
   past! Matters will take their course at last; By stealth thou dost begin with
   one, Others will follow him anon; And when a dozen thee have known,
   Thou'lt common be to all the town. When infamy is newly born, In secret she
   is brought to light, And the mysterious veil of night O'er head and ears is
   drawn; The loathsome birth men fain would slay; But soon, full grown, she
   waxes bold, And though not fairer to behold, With brazen front insults the
   day: The more abhorrent to the sight, The more she courts the day's pure
   light.

   The time already I discern, When thee all honest folk will spurn, And shun thy
   hated form to meet, As when a corpse infects the street. Thy heart will sink in
   blank despair, When they shall look thee in the face! A golden chain no more
   thou'lt wear! Nor near the altar take in church thy place! In fair lace collar
   simply dight Thou'lt dance no more with spirits light! In darksome corners
   thou wilt bide, Where beggars vile and cripples hide, And e'en though God
   thy crime forgive, On earth, a thing accursed, thou'lt live!

   Martha

   Your parting soul to God commend! Your dying breath in slander will you
   spend?

   Valentine

   Could I but reach thy wither'd frame, Thou wretched beldame, void of
   shame! Full measure I might hope to win Of pardon then for every sin.

   Margaret

     Brother! what agonizing pain!

   Valentine

   I tell thee, from vain tears abstain! 'Twas thy dishonour pierced my heart, Thy
   fall the fatal death - stab gave. Through the death - sleep I now depart To
   God, a soldier true and brave. (dies.)

     In The Cathedral

   Service, Organ, and Anthem

   Margaret amongst a number of people

   Evil - Spirit behind Margaret

   Evil - Spirit

   How different, Gretchen, was it once with thee, When thou, still full of
   innocence, Here to the altar camest, And from the small and well - conn'd
   book Didst lisp thy prayer, Half childish sport, Half God in thy young heart!
   Gretchen! What thoughts are thine? What deed of shame Lurks in thy sinful
   heart? Is thy prayer utter'd for thy mother's soul, Who into long, long torment
   slept through thee? Whose blood is on thy threshold? - And stirs there not
   already 'neath thy heart Another quick'ning pulse, that even now Tortures
   itself and thee With its foreboding presence?

   Margaret

   Woe! Woe! Oh could I free me from the thoughts That hither, thither, crowd
   upon my brain, Against my will!

   Chorus

   Dies irae, dies illa, Solvet saeclum in favilla.

   (The organ sounds.)

   Evil - Spirit

     Grim horror seizes thee! The trumpet sounds! The graves are shaken! And
   thy heart From ashy rest For torturing flames A new created, Trembles into
   life!

   Margaret

   Would I were hence! It is as if the organ Choked my breath, As if the choir
   Melted my inmost heart!

   Chorus

   Judex ergo cum sedebit, Quidquid latet adparebit, Nil inultum remanebit.

   Margaret

   I feel oppressed! The pillars of the wall Imprison me! The vaulted roof
   Weighs down upon me! - air!

   Evil - Spirit

   Wouldst hide thee? sin and shame Remain not hidden! Air! light! Woe's thee!

   Chorus

   Quid sum miser tunc dicturus? Quem patronum rogaturus! Cum vix justus sit
   securus.

   Evil - Spirit

   The glorified their faces turn Away from thee! Shudder the pure to reach
   Their hands to thee! Woe!

     Chorus

   Quid sum miser tunc dicturus 

   Margaret

   Neighbour! your smelling bottle!

   (She swoons away.)

     Walpurgis - Night

   Act four, scene one, "Walpurgis Night" theme from the opera "Faust" 1859,
   by Charles Gounod. Over the heather, marshes, meadows, Light as a feather,
   Eerie shadows, Airily flashing lower, higher, flaming and flashing, glowing fire,
   they float, they hover, below, above, In fields of clover, In wood and grove,
   Flames burning brightly, Rays blazing red, Souls drifting lightly, Souls of the
   dead.

   The Hartz Mountains. District of Schierke and Elend

   Faust and Mephistopheles

   Mephistopheles

   A broomstick dost thou not at least desire? The roughest he - goat fain would
   I bestride, By this road from our goal we're still far wide.

   Faust

   While fresh upon my legs, so long I naught require, Except this knotty staff.
   Beside, What boots it to abridge a pleasant way? Along the labyrinth of these
   vales to creep, Then scale these rocks, whence, in eternal spray, Adown the
   cliffs the silvery fountains leap: Such is the joy that seasons paths like these!
   Spring weaves already in the birchen trees; E'en the late pine - grove feels her
   quickening powers; Should she not work within these limbs of ours?

   Mephistopheles

   Naught of this genial influence do I know! Within me all is wintry. Frost and
   snow I should prefer my dismal path to bound. How sadly, yonder, with
   belated glow Rises the ruddy moon's imperfect round, Shedding so faint a
   light, at every tread One's sure to stumble 'gainst a rock or tree! An Ignis
   Fatuus I must call instead. Yonder one burning merrily, I see. Holla! my
   friend! may I request your light? Why should you flare away so uselessly? Be
   kind enough to show us up the height!

   Ignis Fatuus

   Through reverence, I hope I may subdue The lightness of my nature; true, Our
   course is but a zigzag one.

     Mephistopheles

   Ho! ho!

   So men, forsooth, he thinks to imitate! Now, in the devil's name, for once go
   straight! Or out at once your flickering life I'll blow.

   Ignis Fatuus

   That you are master here is obvious quite; To do your will, I'll cordially essay;
   Only reflect! The hill is magic - mad to - night; And if to show the path you
   choose a meteor's light, You must not wonder should we go astray.

   Faust, Mephistopheles, Ignis Fatuus (in alternate song)

   Through the dream and magic - sphere, As it seems, we now are speeding;
   Honour win, us rightly leading, That betimes we may appear In yon wide and
   desert region!

   Trees on trees, a stalwart legion, Swiftly past us are retreating, And the cliffs
   with lowly greeting; Rocks long - snouted, row on row, How they snort, and
   how they blow!

   Through the stones and heather springing, Brook and brooklet haste below;
   Hark the rustling! Hark the singing! Hearken to love's plaintive lays; Voices of
   those heavenly days What we hope, and what we love! Like a tale of olden
   time, Echo's voice prolongs the chime.

   To - whit! To - whoo! It sounds more near; Plover, owl and jay appear, All
   awake, around, above? Paunchy salamanders too Peer, long - limbed, the
   bushes through! And, like snakes, the roots of trees

   Coil themselves from rock and sand, Stretching many a wondrous band, Us
   to frighten, us to seize; From rude knots with life embued, Polyp - fangs
   abroad they spread, To snare the wanderer! 'Neath our tread, Mice, in
   myriads, thousand - hued, Through the heath and through the moss! And the
   fire - flies' glittering throng, Wildering escort, whirls along, Here and there, our
   path across. Tell me, stand we motionless, Or still forward do we press? All
   things round us whirl and fly; Rocks and trees make strange grimaces,
   Dazzling meteors change their places, How they puff and multiply!

   Mephistopheles

   Now grasp my doublet - we at last A central peak have reached, which
   shows, If round a wondering glance we cast, How in the mountain Mammon
   glows,

     Faust

   How through the chasms strangely gleams, A lurid light, like dawn's red glow,
   Pervading with its quivering beams, The gorges of the gulf below! Here
   vapours rise, there clouds float by, Here through the mist the light doth shine;
   Now, like a fount, it bursts on high, Meanders now, a slender line; Far
   reaching, with a hundred veins, Here through the valley see it glide; Here,
   where its force the gorge restrains, At once it scatters, far and wide; Anear,
   like showers of golden sand Strewn broadcast, sputter sparks of light: And
   mark yon rocky walls that stand Ablaze, in all their towering height!

   Mephistopheles

   Doth not Sir Mammon for this fete Grandly illume his palace! Thou Art lucky
   to have seen it; now, The boisterous guests, I feel, are coming straight.

   Faust

   How through the air the storm doth whirl! Upon my neck it strikes with
   sudden shock.

   Mephistopheles

   Cling to these ancient ribs of granite rock, Else to yon depths profound it you
   will hurl. A murky vapour thickens night. Hark! Through the woods the
   tempests roar! The owlets flit in wild affright. Hark! Splinter'd are the columns
   that upbore The leafy palace, green for aye: The shivered branches whirr and
   sigh, Yawn the huge trunks with mighty groan. The roots upriven, creak and
   moan! In fearful and entangled fall, One crashing ruin whelms them all, While
   through the desolate abyss, Sweeping the wreck - strewn precipice, The
   raging storm - blasts howl and hiss! Aloft strange voices dost thou hear?
   Distant now and now more near? Hark! the mountain ridge along, Streameth
   a raving magic - song!

     Witches And Wizards Chorus - Visions And Dances

   Witches (in chorus)

   Now to the Brocken the witches hie, The stubble is yellow, the corn is green;
   Thither the gathering legions fly, And sitting aloft is Sir Urian seen: O'er stick
   and o'er stone they go whirling along, Witches and he - goats, a motley
   throng,

   Voices

   Alone old Baubo's coming now; She rides upon a farrow sow.

   Chorus

   Honour to her, to whom honour is due! Forward, Dame Baubo! Honour to
   you! A goodly sow and mother thereon, The whole witch chorus follows
   anon.

   Voice

   Which way didst come?

   Voice

   O'er Ilsenstein! There I peep'd in an owlet's nest. With her broad eye she
   gazed in mine!

   Voice

     Drive to the devil, thou hellish pest! Why ride so hard?

   Voice

   She has graz'd my side, Look at the wounds, how deep and how wide!

   Witches (in chorus)

   The way is broad, the way is long; What mad pursuit! What tumult wild!
   Scratches the besom and sticks the prong; Crush'd is the mother, and stifled
   the child.

   Wizards (half chorus)

   Like house - encumber'd snail we creep; While far ahead the women keep,
   For when to the devil's house we speed, By a thousand steps they take the
   lead.

   The Other Half

   Not so, precisely do we view it; They with a thousand steps may do it; But let
   them hasten as they can, With one long bound 'tis clear'd by man.

   Voices (above)

   Come with us, come with us from Felsensee.

   Voices (from below)

   Aloft to you we would mount with glee! We wash, and free from all stain are
   we, Yet barren evermore must be!

     Both Choruses

   The wind is hushed, the stars grow pale, The pensive moon her light doth veil;
   And whirling on, the magic choir Sputters forth sparks of drizzling fire.

   Voice (from below)

   Stay! stay!

   Voice (from above)

   What voice of woe Calls from the cavern'd depths below?

   Voice (from below)

   Take me with you! Oh take me too! Three centuries I climb in vain, And yet
   can ne'er the summit gain! To be with my kindred I am fain.

   Both Choruses

   Broom and pitch - fork, goat and prong, Mounted on these we whirl along;
   Who vainly strives to climb to - night, Is evermore a luckless wight!

   Demi - Witch (below)

   I hobble after, many a day; Already the others are far away! No rest at home
   can I obtain Here too my efforts are in vain!

   Chorus of Witches

     Salve gives the witches strength to rise; A rag for a sail does well enough; A
   goodly ship is every trough; To - night who flies not, never flies.

   Both Choruses

   And when the topmost peak we round, Then alight ye on the ground; The
   heath's wide regions cover ye With your mad swarms of witchery!

   (They let themselves down.)

   Mephistopleles

   They crowd and jostle, whirl and flutter! They whisper, babble, twirl, and
   splutter! They glimmer, sparkle, stink and flare A true witch - element!
   Beware! Stick close! else we shall severed be. Where art thou?

   Faust (in the distance)

   Here!

   Mephistopheles

   Already, whirl'd so far away! The master then indeed I needs must play. Give
   ground! Squire Voland comes! Sweet folk, give ground! Here, doctor, grasp
   me! With a single bound Let us escape this ceaseless jar; Even for me too
   mad these people are. Hard by there shineth something with peculiar glare,
   Yon brake allureth me; it is not far; Come, come along with me! we'll slip in
   there.

   Faust

   Spirit of contradiction! Lead! I'll follow straight! 'Twas wisely done, however,
   to repair On May - night to the Brocken, and when there By our own choice
   ourselves to isolate!

   Mephistopheles

     Mark, of those flames the motley glare! A merry club assembles there. In a
   small circle one is not alone.

   Faust

   I'd rather be above, though, I must own! Already fire and eddying smoke I
   view; The impetuous millions to the devil ride; Full many a riddle will be there
   untied.

   Mephistopheles

   Ay! and full many a riddle tied anew. But let the great world rave and riot!
   Here will we house ourselves in quiet. A custom 'tis of ancient date, Our
   lesser worlds within the great world to create! Young witches there I see,
   naked and bare, And old ones, veil'd more prudently. For my sake only
   courteous be! The trouble's small, the sport is rare. Of instruments I hear the
   cursed din One must get used to it. Come in! come in! There's now no help
   for it. I'll step before And introducing you as my good friend, Confer on you
   one obligation more. How say you now? 'Tis no such paltry room; Why only
   look, you scarce can see the end. A hundred fires in rows disperse the gloom;
   They dance, they talk, they cook, make love, and drink: Where could we find
   aught better, do you think?

   Faust

   To introduce us, do you purpose here As devil or as wizard to appear?

   Mephistopheles

   Though I am wont indeed to strict incognito, Yet upon gala - days one must
   one's orders show. No garter have I to distinguish me, Nathless the cloven
   foot doth here give dignity. Seest thou yonder snail? Crawling this way she
   hies: With searching feelers, she, no doubt, Hath me already scented out;
   Here, even if I would, for me there's no disguise. From fire to fire, we'll
   saunter at our leisure, The gallant you, I'll cater for your pleasure.

   (To a party seated round some expiring embers.)

   Old gentleman, apart, why sit ye moping here? Ye in the midst should be of all
   this jovial cheer, Girt round with noise and youthful riot; At home one surely
   has enough of quiet.

   General

   In nations put his trust, who may, Whate'er for them one may have done; For
   with the people, as with women, they Honour your rising stars alone!

     Minister

   Now all too far they wander from the right; I praise the good old ways, to
   them I hold, Then was the genuine age of gold, When we ourselves were
   foremost in men's sight.

   Parvenu

   Ne'er were we 'mong your dullards found, And what we ought not, that to do
   were fair; Yet now are all things turning round and round, When on firm basis
   we would them maintain.

   Author

   Who, as a rule, a treatise now would care To read, of even moderate sense?
   As for the rising generation, ne'er Has youth displayed such arrogant
   pretence.

   Mephistopheles

   (suddenly appearing very old)

   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 is
   also on the lees.

   Huckster - Witch

   Stop, gentlemen, nor pass me by, Of wares I have a choice collection: Pray
   honour them with your inspection. Lose not his opportunity! Yet nothing in my
   booth you'll find Without its counterpart on earth; there's naught, Which to the
   world, and to mankind, Hath not some direful mischief wrought. No dagger
   here, which hath not flow'd with blood, No chalice, whence, into some
   healthy frame Hath not been poured hot poison's wasting flood. No trinket,
   but hath wrought some woman's shame, No weapon but hath cut some
   sacred tie, Or from behind hath stabb'd an enemy.

   Mephistopheles

   Gossip! For wares like these the time's gone by, What's done is past! what's
   past is done! With novelties your booth supply; Us novelties attract alone.

     Faust

   May this wild scene my senses spare! This, may in truth be called a fair!

   Mephistopheles

   Upward the eddying concourse throng; Thinking to push, thyself art push'd
   along.

   Faust

   Who's that, pray?

   Mephistopheles

   Mark her well! That's Lilith.

   Faust

   Who?

   Mephistopheles

   Adam's first wife. Of her rich locks beware! That charm in which she's
   parallel'd by few; When in its toils a youth she doth ensnare, He will not soon
   escape, I promise you.

   Faust

     There sit a pair, the old one with the young; Already they have bravely
   danced and sprung!

   Mephistopheles

   Here there is no repose to - day. Another dance begins; we'll join it, come
   away!

   Faust

   (dancing with the young one)

   Once a fair vision came to me; There in I saw an apple - tree, Two beauteous
   apples charmed mine eyes; I climb'd forthwith to reach the prize.

   The Fair One

   Apples still fondly ye desire, From paradise it hath been so. Feelings of joy
   my breast inspire That such too in my garden grow.

   Mephistopheles (with the old one)

   Once a weird vision came to me; Therein I saw a rifted tree. It had a . . . . . . ;
   But as it was it pleased me too.

   The Old One

   I beg most humbly to salute The gallant with the cloven foot! Let him a . . .
   have ready here, If he a . . . does not fear.

   Proctophantasmist

     Accursed mob! How dare ye thus to meet? Have I not shown and
   demonstrated too, That ghosts stand not on ordinary feet? Yet here ye dance,
   as other mortals do!

   The Fair One (dancing)

   Then at our ball, what doth he here?

   Faust (dancing)

   Oh! He must everywhere appear. He must adjudge, when others dance; If on
   each step his say's not said, So is that step as good as never made. He's most
   annoyed, so soon as we advance; If ye would circle in one narrow round, As
   he in his old mill, then doubtless he Your dancing would approve, - especially
   If ye forthwith salute him with respect profound!

   Proctophantasmist

   Still here! what arrogance! unheard of quite! Vanish; we now have fill'd the
   world with light! Laws are unheeded by the devil's host; Wise as we are, yet
   Tegel hath its ghost! How long at this conceit I've swept with all my might,
   Lost is the labour: 'tis unheard of quite!

   The Fair One

   Cease here to teaze us any more, I pray.

   Proctophantasmist

   Spirits, I plainly to your face declare: No spiritual control myself will bear,
   Since my own spirit can exert no sway.

   (The dancing continues.)

   To - night, I see, I shall in naught succeed; But I'm prepar'd my travels to
   pursue, And hope, before my final step indeed, To triumph over bards and
   devils too.

     Mephistopheles

   Now in some puddle will he take his station, Such is his mode of seeking
   consolation; Where leeches, feasting on his rump, will drain Spirits alike and
   spirit from his brain.

   (To Faust, who has left the dance.)

   But why the charming damsel leave, I pray, Who to you in the dance so
   sweetly sang?

   Faust

   Ah, in the very middle of her lay, Out of her mouth a small red mouse there
   sprang.

   Mephistopheles

   Suppose there did! One must not be too nice. 'Twas well it was not grey, let
   that suffice. Who 'mid his pleasures for a trifle cares?

   Faust

   Then saw I 

   Mephistopheles

   What?

   Faust

     Mephisto, seest thou there Standing far off, a lone child, pale and fair? Slow
   from the spot her drooping form she tears, And seems with shackled feet to
   move along; I own, within me the delusion' strong, That she the likeness of my
   Gretchen wears.

   Mephistopheles

   Gaze not upon her! 'Tis not good! Forbear! 'Tis lifeless, magical, a shape of
   air, An idol. Such to meet with, bodes no good; That rigid look of hers doth
   freeze man's blood, And well - nigh petrifies his heart to stone: The story of
   Medusa thou hast known.

   Faust

   Ay, verily! a corpse's eyes are those, Which there was no fond loving hand to
   close. That is the bosom I so fondly press'd, That my sweet Gretchen's form,
   so oft caress'd!

   Mephistopheles

   Deluded fool! 'Tis magic, I declare! To each she doth his lov'd one's image
   wear.

   Faust

   What bliss! what torture! vainly I essay To turn me from that piteous look
   away. How strangely doth a single crimson line Around that lovely neck its
   coil entwine, It shows no broader than a knife's blunt edge!

   Mephistopheles

   Quite right. I see it also, and allege That she beneath her arm her head can
   bear, Since Perseus cut it off. - But you I swear Are craving for illusion still!
   Come then, ascend yon little hill! As on the Prater all is gay, And if my senses
   are not gone, I see a theatre, - what's going on?

   Servibilis

   They are about to recommence; - the play Will be the last of seven, and spick
   - span new 'Tis usual here that number to present. A dilettante did the piece
   invent, And dilettanti will enact it too. Excuse me, gentlemen; to me's assign'd
   As dilettante to uplift the curtain.

     Mephistopheles

   You on the Blocksberg I'm rejoiced to find, That 'tis your most appropriate
   sphere is certain.

     Walpurgis - Night's Dream Or Oberon And Titania's Golden Wedding-Feast

   Intermezzo

   The Theatre

   Manager

   Vales, where mists still shift and play, To ancient hills succeeding, These our
   scenes; - so we, to - day, May rest, brave sons of Mieding.

   Herald

   That the marriage golden be, Must fifty years be ended; More dear this feast
   of gold to me, Contention now suspended.

   Oberon

   Spirits, if present, grace the scene. And if with me united, Then gratulate the
   king and queen, Their troth thus newly plighted!

   Puck

   Puck draws near and wheels about, In mazy circles dancing! Hundreds swell
   his joyous shout, Behind him still advancing.

   Ariel

     Ariel wakes his dainty air, His lyre celestial stringing. Fools he lureth, and the
   fair, With his celestial singing.

   Oberon

   Wedded ones, would ye agree, We court your imitation: Would ye fondly
   love as we, We counsel separation.

   Titania

   If husband scold and wife retort, Then bear them far asunder; Her to the
   burning south transport, And him the North Pole under.

   The Whole Orchestra (fortissimo)

   Flies and midges all unite With frog and chirping cricket, Our orchestra
   throughout the night, Resounding in the thicket!

   (Solo)

   Yonder doth the bagpipe come! Its sack an airy bubble. Schnick, schnick,
   schnack, with nasal hum, Its notes it doth redouble.

   Embryo Spirit

   Spider's foot and midge's wing, A toad in form and feature; Together verses it
   can string, Though scarce a living creature.

   A Little Pair

   Tiny step and lofty bound, Through dew and exhalation; Ye trip it deftly on
   the ground, But gain no elevation.

Inquisitive Traveller

   Can I indeed believe my eyes? Is't not mere masquerading? What! Oberon in
   beauteous guise, Among the groups parading!

   Orthodox

   No claws, no tail to whisk about, To fright us at our revel; Yet like the gods
   of Greece, no doubt, He too's a genuine devil.

   Northern Artist

   These that I'm hitting off to - day Are sketches unpretending; Towards Italy
   without delay, My steps I think of bending.

   Purist

   Alas! ill - fortune leads me here, Where riot still grows louder; And 'mong the
   witches gather'd here But two alone wear powder!

   Young Witch

   Your powder and your petticoat, Suit hags, there's no gainsaying; Hence I sit
   fearless on my goat, My naked charms displaying.

   Matron

   We're too well - bred to squabble here, Or insult back to render; But may
   you wither soon, my dear, Although so young and tender.

   Leader of the Band

     Nose of fly and gnat's proboscis, Throng not the naked beauty! Frogs and
   crickets in the mosses, Keep time and do your duty!

   Weathercock (towards one side)

   What charming company I view Together here collected! Gay bachelors, a
   hopeful crew. And brides so unaffected!

   Weathercock (towards the other side)

   Unless indeed the yawning ground Should open to receive them, From this
   vile crew, with sudden bound, To Hell I'd jump and leave them.

   Xenien

   With small sharp shears, in insect guise Behold us at your revel! That we may
   tender, filial - wise, Our homage to the devil.

   Hennings

   Look now at yonder eager crew, How naively they're jesting! That they have
   tender hearts and true, They stoutly keep protesting!

   Musaget

   Oneself amid this witchery How pleasantly one loses; For witches easier are
   to me To govern than the Muses!

   Ci - devant Genius of the Age

   With proper folks when we appear, No one can then surpass us! Keep close,
   wide is the Blocksberg here As Germany's Parnassus.

     Inquisitive Traveller

   How name ye that stiff formal man, Who strides with lofty paces? He tracks
   the game where'er he can, "He scents the Jesuits' traces."

   Crane

   Where waters troubled are or clear, To fish I am delighted; Thus pious
   gentlemen appear With devils here united.

   Worldling

   By pious people, it is true, No medium is rejected; Conventicles, and not a
   few, On Blocksberg are erected.

   Dancer

   Another chorus now succeeds, Far off the drums are beating. Be still! The
   bitterns 'mong the reeds Their one note are repeating.

   Dancing Master

   Each twirls about and never stops, And as he can he fareth. The crooked
   leaps, the clumsy hops, Nor for appearance careth.

   Fiddler

   To take each other's life, I trow, Would cordially delight them! As Orpheus'
   lyre the beasts, so now The bagpipe doth unite them.

   Dogmatist

     My views, in spite of doubt and sneer, I hold with stout persistence, Inferring
   from the devils here, The evil one's existence.

   Idealist

   My every sense rules Phantasy With sway quite too potential; Sure I'm
   demented if the I Alone is the essential.

   Realist

   This entity's a dreadful bore, And cannot choose but vex me; The ground
   beneath me ne'er before Thus totter'd to perplex me.

   Supernaturalist

   Well pleased assembled here I view Of spirits this profusion; From devils,
   touching angels too, I gather some conclusion.

   Sceptic

   The ignis fatuus they track out, And think they're near the treasure. Devil
   alliterates with doubt, Here I abide with pleasure.

   Leader of the Band

   Frog and cricket in the mosses, Confound your gasconading! Nose of fly and
   gnat's proboscis; Most tuneful serenading!

   The Knowing Ones

   Sans - souci, so this host we greet, Their jovial humour showing; There's now
   no walking on our feet, So on our heads we're going.

     The Awkward Ones

   In seasons past we snatch'd, 'tis true, Some tit - bits by our cunning; Our
   shoes, alas, are now danced through, On our bare soles we're running.

   Will - o' - the - Wisps

   From marshy bogs we sprang to light, Yet here behold us dancing; The gayest
   gallants of the night, In glitt'ring rows advancing.

   Shooting Star

   With rapid motion from on high, I shot in starry splendour; Now prostrate on
   the grass I lie; Who aid will kindly render?

   The Massive Ones

   Room! wheel round! They're coming lo! Down sink the bending grasses.
   Though spirits, yet their limbs, we know, Are huge substantial masses.

   Puck

   Don't stamp so heavily, I pray; Like elephants you're treading! And 'mong the
   elves be Puck to - day, The stoutest at the wedding!

   Ariel

   If nature boon, or subtle sprite, Endow your soul with pinions; Then follow to
   yon rosy height, Through ether's calm dominions!

   Orchestra (pianissimo)

   Drifting cloud and misty wreathes Are fill'd with light elysian; O'er reed and
   leaf the zephyr breathes So fades the fairy vision!

     A Gloomy Day. A Plain

   Faust and Mephistopheles

   Faust

   In misery! despairing! long wandering pitifully on the face of the earth and
   now imprisoned! This gentle hapless creature, immured in the dungeon as a
   malefactor and reserved for horrid tortures! That it should come to this! To
   this! - Perfidious, worthless spirit, and this thou hast concealed from me!
   Stand! ay, stand! roll in malicious rage thy fiendish eyes! Stand and brave me
   with thine insupportable presence! Imprisoned! In hopeless misery! Delivered
   over to the power of evil spirits and the judgment of unpitying humanity! And
   me, the while, thou wert lulling with tasteless dissipations, concealing from me
   her growing anguish, and leaving her to perish without help!

   Mephistopheles

   She is not the first.

   Faust

   Hound! Execrable monster! - Back with him, oh thou infinite spirit! back with
   the reptile into his dog's shape, in which it was his wont to scamper before me
   at eventide, to roll before the feet of the harmless wanderer, and to fasten on
   his shoulders when he fell! Change him again into his favourite shape, that he
   may crouch on his belly before me in the dust, whilst I spurn him with my foot,
   the reprobate! - Not the first! - Woe! Woe! By no human soul is it
   conceivable, that more than one human creature has ever sunk into a depth of
   wretchedness like this, or that the first in her writhing death agony should not
   have atoned in the sight of all - pardoning Heaven for the guilt of all the rest!
   The misery of this one pierces me to the very marrow, and harrows up my
   soul; thou art grinning calmly over the doom of thousands!

   Mephistopheles

   Now we are once again at our wit's end, just where the reason of you mortals
   snaps! Why dost thou seek our fellowship, if thou canst not go through with
   it? Wilt fly, and art not proof against dizziness? Did we force ourselves on
   thee, or thou on us?

   Faust

   Cease thus to gnash thy ravenous fangs at me! I loathe thee! - Great and
   glorious spirit, thou who didst vouchsafe to reveal thyself unto me, thou who
   dost know my very heart and soul, why hast thou linked me with this base
   associate, who feeds on mischief and revels in destruction?

     Mephistopheles

   Hast done?

   Faust

   Save her! - or woe to thee! The direst of curses on thee for thousands of
   years!

   Mephistopheles

   I cannot loose the bands of the avenger, nor withdraw his bolts. - Save her! -
   Who was it plunged her into perdition? I or thou?

   (Faust looks wildly around.)

   Mephistopheles

   Would'st grasp the thunder? Well for you, poor mortals, that 'tis not yours to
   wield! To smite to atoms the being however innocent, who obstructs his path,
   such is the tyrant's fashion of relieving himself in difficulties!

   Faust

   Convey me thither! She shall be free!

   Mephistopheles

   And the danger to which thou dost expose thyself? Know, the guilt of blood,
   shed by thy hand, lies yet upon the town. Over the place where fell the
   murdered one, avenging spirits hover and watch for the returning murderer.

     Faust

   This too from thee? The death and downfall of a world be on thee, monster!
   Conduct me thither, I say, and set her free!

   Mephistopheles

   I will conduct thee. And what I can do, - hear! Have I all power in heaven
   and upon earth! I'll cloud the senses of the warder, - do thou possess thyself
   of the keys and lead her forth with human hand! I will keep watch! The magic
   steeds are waiting, I bear thee off. Thus much is in my power.

   Faust

   Up and away!

     Night. Open Country

   Faust. Mephistopheles

   (Rushing along on black horses)

   Faust

   What weave they yonder round the Ravenstone?

   Mephistopheles

   I know not what they shape and brew.

   Faust

   They're soaring, swooping, bending, stooping.

   Mephistopheles

   A witche's pack.

   Faust

     They charm, they strew.

   Mephistopheles

   On! On!

     Dungeon

   Faust

   (with a bunch of keys and a lamp before a small iron door)

   A fear unwonted o'er my spirit falls; Man's concentrated woe o'erwhelms me
   here! She dwells immur'd within these dripping walls; Her only trespass a
   delusion dear! Thou lingerest at the fatal door, Thou dread'st to see her face
   once more? On! While thou dalliest, draws her death - hour near.

   (He seizes the lock. Singing within.)

   My mother, the harlot, She took me and slew! My father, the scoundrel, Hath
   eaten me too! My sweet little sister Hath all my bones laid, Where soft
   breezes whisper All in the cool shade!

   Then became I a wood - bird, and sang on the spray, Fly away! little bird, fly
   away! fly away!

   Faust (opening the lock)

   Ah! she forebodes not that her lover's near, The clanking chains, the rustling
   straw, to hear.

   (He enters.)

   Dungeon Scene: Dungeon scene with Mephistopheles, Faust, and Margaret.
   Lithograph by Eugene Delacroix.]

   Margaret

     (hiding her face in the bed of straw)

   Woe! woe! they come! on bitter 'tis to die!

   Faust (softly)

   Hush! hush! be still! I come to set thee free!

   Margaret

   (throwing herself at his feet)

   If thou art human, feel my misery!

   Faust

   Thou wilt awake the jailor with thy cry!

   (He grasps the chains to unlock them.)

   Margaret (on her knees)

   Who, headsman, unto thee this power O'er me could give? Thou com'st for
   me at midnight - hour. Be merciful, and let me live! Is morrow's dawn not time
   enough? (She stands up.)

   I'm still so young, so young And must so early die! Fair was I too, and that
   was my undoing. My love is now afar, he then was nigh; Torn lies the garland,
   the fair blossoms strew'd. Nay, seize me not with hand so rude! Spare me!
   What harm have I e'er done to thee? Oh let me not in vain implore! I ne'er
   have seen thee in my life before!

     Faust

   Can I endure this bitter agony?

   Margaret

   I now am at thy mercy quite. Let me my babe but suckle once again! I
   fondled it the live - long night; They took it from me but to give me pain, And
   now, they say that I my child have slain. Gladness I ne'er again shall know.
   Then they sing songs about me, - 'tis wicked of the throng An ancient ballad
   endeth so; Who bade them thus apply the song?

   Faust

   (throwing himself on the ground)

   A lover at thy feet bends low, To loose the bonds of wretchedness and woe.

   Margaret

   (throws herself beside him)

   Oh, let us kneel and move the saints by prayer! Look! look! yon stairs below,
   Under the threshold there, Hell's flames are all aglow! Beneath the floor, With
   hideous noise, The devils roar!

   Faust (aloud)

   Gretchen! Gretchen!

   Margaret (listening)

     That was my lov'd one's voice!

   (She springs up, the chains fall off.)

   Where is he? I heard him calling me. Free am I! There's none shall hinder me.
   To his neck will I fly, On his bosom will lie! Gretchen, he called! - On yon
   threshold he stood; Amidst all the howling of hell's fiery flood, The scoff and
   the scorn of its devilish crew, The tones of his voice, sweet and loving, I
   knew.

   Faust

   'Tis I!

   Margaret

   'Tis thou! O say so once again!

   (embracing him.)

   'Tis he! 'Tis he! where's now the torturing pain? Where are the fetters? where
   the dungeon's gloom? 'Tis thou! To save me thou art come! And I am sav'd!
   Already now the street I see Where the first time I caught a glimpse of thee.
   There too the pleasant garden shade, Where I and Martha for thy coming
   stay'd.

   Faust

   (endeavouring to lead her away)

   Come! come away!

   Margaret

     Oh do not haste!

   I love to linger where thou stayest. (caressing him.)

   Faust

   Ah haste! For if thou still delayest, Our lingering we shall both deplore.

   Margaret

   How, dearest? canst thou kiss no more! So short a time away from me, and
   yet, To kiss thou couldst so soon forget! Why on thy neck so anxious do I
   feel When formerly a perfect heaven of bliss From thy dear looks and words
   would o'er me steal? As thou wouldst stifle me thou then didst kiss! Kiss me!
   Or I'll kiss thee! (She embraces him.) Woe! woe! Thy lips are cold, Are
   dumb! Thy love where hast thou left? Who hath me of thy love bereft?

   (She turns away from him.)

   Faust

   Come! Follow me, my dearest love, be bold! I'll cherish thee with ardour
   thousand - fold; I but entreat thee now to follow me!

   Margaret

   (turning towards him)

   And art thou he? and art thou really he?

   Faust

     'Tis I! O come!

   Margaret

   Thou wilt strike off my chain, And thou wilt take me to thine arms again. How
   comes it that thou dost not shrink from me? And dost thou know, love, whom
   thou wouldst set free?

   Faust

   Come! come! already night begins to wane.

   Margaret

   I sent my mother to her grave, I drown'd my child beneath the wave. Was it
   not given to thee and me - thee too? 'Tis thou thyself! I scarce believe it yet.
   Give me thy hand! It is no dream! 'Tis true! Thine own dear hand! - But how
   is this? 'Tis wet? Quick, wipe it off! Meseems that yet There's blood thereon.
   Ah God! what hast thou done? Put up thy sword, I beg of thee!

   Faust

   Oh, dearest, let the past forgotten be! Death is in every word.

   Margaret

   No, thou must linger here in sorrow! The graves I will describe to thee, And
   thou to them must see To - morrow: The best place give to my mother, Close
   at her side my brother, Me at some distance lay But not too far away! And
   the little one place on my right breast, Nobody else will near me lie! To nestle
   beside thee so lovingly, That was a rapture, gracious and sweet! A rapture I
   never again shall prove; Methinks I would force myself on thee, love, And
   thou dost spurn me, and back retreat Yet 'tis thyself, thy fond kind looks I
   see.

   Faust

   If thou dost feel 'tis I, then come with me!

     Margaret

   What, there? without?

   Faust

   Yes, forth in the free air.

   Margaret

   Ay, if the grave's without, - If death lurk there! Hence to the everlasting
   resting - place, And not one step beyond! - Thou'rt leaving me? Oh Henry!
   would that I could go with thee!

   Faust

   Thou canst! But will it! Open stands the door.

   Margaret

   I dare not go! I've naught to hope for more. What boots it to escape? They
   lurk for me! 'Tis wretched to beg, as I must do, And with an evil conscience
   thereto! 'Tis wretched, in foreign lands to stray; And me they will catch, do
   what I may!

   Faust

   With thee will I abide.

   Margaret
     Quick! Quick! Save thy poor child! Keep to the path The brook along, Over
   the bridge To the wood beyond, To the left, where the plank is, In the pond.
   Seize it at once! It fain would rise, It struggles still! Save it. Oh save!

   Faust

   Dear Gretchen, more collected be! One little step, and thou art free!

   Margaret

   Were we but only past the hill! There sits my mother upon a stone My brain,
   alas, is cold with dread! There sits my mother upon a stone, And to and fro
   she shakes her head; She winks not, she nods not, her head it droops sore;
   She slept so long, she waked no more; She slept, that we might taste of bliss:
   Ah! those were happy times, I wis!

   Faust

   Since here avails nor argument nor prayer, Thee hence by force I needs must
   bear.

   Margaret

   Loose me! I will not suffer violence! With murderous hand hold not so fast! I
   have done all to please thee in the past!

   Faust

   Day dawns! My love! My love!

   Margaret

   Yes! day draws near. The day of judgment too will soon appear! It should
   have been my bridal! No one tell, That thy poor Gretchen thou hast known
   too well. Woe to my garland! Its bloom is o'er! Though not at the dance We
   shall meet once more. The crowd doth gather, in silence it rolls; The squares,
   the streets, Scarce hold the throng. The staff is broken, - the death - bell tolls,
   They bind and seize me! I'm hurried along, To the seat of blood already I'm
   bound! Quivers each neck as the naked steel Quivers on mine the blow to
   deal The silence of the grave now broods around!

     Faust

   Would I had ne'er been born!

   Mephistopheles (appears without)

   Up! or you're lost. Vain hesitation! Babbling, quaking! My steeds are
   shivering, Morn is breaking.

   Margaret

   What from the floor ascendeth like a ghost? 'Tis he! 'Tis he! Him from my
   presence chase! What would he in this holy place? It is for me he cometh!

   Faust

   Thou shalt live!

   Margaret

   Judgment of God! To thee my soul I give!

   Mephistopheles (to Faust)

   Come, come! With her I'll else abandon thee!

   Margaret

     Father, I'm thine! Do thou deliver me! Ye angels! Ye angelic hosts! descend,
   Encamp around to guard me and defend! Henry! I shudder now to look on
   thee!

   Mephistopheles

   She now is judged!

   Voices (from above)

   Is saved!

   Mephistopheles (to Faust)

   Come thou with me!

   (Vanishes with Faust.)

   Voice (from within, dying away)

   Henry! Henry! 



	The End