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Goethe's Works illustrated by the best German artists, Volume 2, Part 1

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v. 1. The life of Goethe / by Hjalmar H. Boyesen ; Poems (Songs ; Familiar songs ; From Wilhelm Meister ; Ballads ; Antiques ; Elegies ; Epigrams ; The four seasons ; Sonnets ; Miscellaneous poems ; Art ; Parables ; Epigrams ; God und world ; West-Eastern Divan ; Hermann und Dorothea) -- v. 2. Faust ; Egmont ; The natural daughter ; The sorrows of young Werther -- v. 3. Goetz von Berlichingen ; Iphigenia in Tauris ; Torquato Tasso ; Clavigo ; Stella; The brother and sister ; A tale ; The good women ; Reynard the Fox -- v. 4. The recreations of the German emigrants ; Wilhelm Meister's apprenticeship -- v. 5. , pt. 1. Wilhelm Meister's travels --Elective affinities.

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1885, BY GEORGE HARRIS.
COPYRIGHT,


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DRAMATIS PERSONS.
Characlers in the Prologue for the Theatre.
The Manager.
The Dramatic Poet.
Merryman.
Characlers in the Prologue in Heaven.
The Lord.
Raphael 'J
Gabriel f The Heavenly Plost.
Michael J
Mephistopheles.
Characters in the Tragedy.
Faust.
Mephistopheles.
Wagner, a Student.
Margaret.
Martha, Margaret's neighbor.
Valentine, Margaret's brother.
Old Peasant.
A Student.
Elizabeth, an acquaintance of Margaret's.
Frosch
Brander
SlEBEL
Altmayer
Guests in Auerbach' s wine-cellar.
Witches, old and young; Wizards, Will-o'-the- Wisp, Witch Pedler, Protophantasmist,
Servibilis, Monkeys, Spirits, fourneymen, Country-folk, Citizens, Beggar, Old Fortune-
teller, Shepherd, Soldier, Students, etc.
In the Intermezzo.
Oberon. Ariel.
Titania. Puck, etc., etc.
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DEDICATION.
DIM forms, ye hover near, a shadowy train,
As erst upon my troubld sight ye stole.
Say, shall I strive to hold you once again ?
Still for the fond illusion yearns my soul ?
Ye press around! Come, then, resume your
reign,
As upwards from the vapory mist ye roll;
Within my breast youths throbbing pulses
bound,
Fannd by the magic air that breathes your
march around.
Shades fondly lovd appear, your train at-
tending,
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 oer lifes devious labyrinthine way,
The dear ones naming who, in lifes fair morn,
By Fate beguiled, from my embrace were torn.
They hearken not unto my later song,
The souls to whom my earlier lays I sang;
Dispersd for ever is the friendly throng,
Mute are the voices that responsive rang.
My song resoundeth stranger crowds among,
Een their applause is to my heart a pang;
And those who heard me once with joyful heart,
If yet they live, now wander far apart.
A strange unwonted yearning doth my soul,
To yon calm solemn spirit-land, upraise;
In faltering cadence now my numbers roll,
As when, on harp ^Eolian, Zephyr plays;
My pulses thrill, tears flow without control,
A tender mood my steadfast heart oersways;
What I possess as from afar I see;
Those I have lost become realities to me.


PROLOGUE FOR THE THEATRE.
Manager. Dramatic Poet. Merryman. j
Manager. Ye twain, whom I so oft have ;
found |
True friends in trouble and distress, I
Say, in our scheme on German ground,
What prospect have we of success ?
Fain would I please the public, win their i
thanks; j
Because they live and let live, as is meet. j
The posts are now erected and the planks,
And all look forward to a festal treat.
Their places taken, they, with eyebrows raisd,
Sit patiently, and fain would be amazd.
I know the art to hit the public taste,
Yet so perplexd I neer have been before;
Tis true, theyre not accustomd to the best, j
But then they read immensely, thats the bore. ;
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 heavens 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 bakers 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 speak not of the motley multi-
tude,
At whose aspect the spirit wings its flight;
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Shut out the noisy crowd, whose vortex rude
Still draws us downward with resistless might.
Lead to some nook, where silence loves to
brood,
Where only for the bard blooms pure delight,
Where love and friendship, gracious heavenly
pair,
Our hearts true bliss create, and tend with
fostering care.
What there up-welleth deep within the breast,
What there the timid lip shapd forth in sound,
A failure now, now haply well expressd
In the wild tumult of the hour is drownd;
Oft doth the perfedl form then first invest
The poets thought, when years have sped
their round;
What dazzles satisfies the present hour,
The genuine lives, of coming years the dower.
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 fellows presence at your play,
Methinks, should always go for something too;
Whose genial wit the audience still inspires,
Is not embittered by its changeful mood;
A wider circle he desires,
To move with greater power, the multitude.
To work, then Prove a master in your art!
Let phantasy with all her choral train.
Sense, reason, feeling, passion, bear their part,
But mark! let folly also mingle in the strain !
Manager. And, chief, let incidents enough
arise! i
A show they want; they come to feast their
eyes.
When stirring scenes before them are dis-
playd,
At which the gaping crowd may wondering
gaze,
Your reputation is already made,
The man you are all love to praise.
The masses you alone through masses can
subdue,
Each then selects in time what suits his bent.
Bring much, you somewhat bring to not a
few,
And from the house goes every one content.
You give a piece, in pieces give it, friend !
Such a ragout, success must needs attend;
Tis easy to serve up, as easy to invent.
A finishd whole what boots it to present!
Twill be in pieces by the public rent. !
Poet. How mean such handicraft as this |
you cannot feel! I
How it revolts the genuine artists 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,
A6lors unpaid their service bringing.
What dreams beguile you on your poets
height?
What puts a full house in a merry mood ?
More closely view your patrons of the night!
The half are cold, the other half are rude.
One, the play over, craves a game of cards;
Another a wild night in wanton joy would
spend.
Poor fool, 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 neer stray widely from the goal;
Your audience seek to mystify, cajole;
To satisfy themthats a harder task.
What ails thee? art enrapturd or distressd ?
Poet. Depart! elsewhere another servant
choose!
What! shall the bard his godlike power abuse?
Mans loftiest right, kind natures high bequest,
For your mean purpose basely sport away ?
Whence comes his mastery oer the human
breast,
Whence oer the elements his sway,
But from the harmony that, gushing from his
soul,
Draws back into his heart the wondrous
whole ?
When round her spindle, with unceasing
drone,
Nature still whirls th unending thread of
life;
When Beings jarring crowds, together thrown,
Mingle in harsh inextricable strife;
Who deals their course unvarid till it falls,
In rhythmic flow to musics measurd tone?
Each solitary note whose genius calls,
To swell the mighty choir in unison ?
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Who in*the raging storm sees passion lour, j
Or flush of earnest thought in evenings glow, j
Who, in the springtide, every fairest flower j
Along the lovd ones path would strow?
From green and common leaves whose hand I
doth twine, |
The wreath of glory, won in every field ? j
Makes sure Olympos, blends the powers di- j
vine ?
Mans mighty spirit, in the bard reveald !
Merryman. Come then, employ your lofty
inspiration,
And carry on the poets avocation,-
Just as we carry on a love affair.
Two meet by chance, are pleasd they linger
there,
Insensibly are linkd, they scarce know how;
Fortune seems now propitious, adverse now, j
Then come alternate rapture and despair; !
And tis a true romance ere ones aware. j
Just such a drama let us now compose. ;
Plunge boldly into lifeits depths disclose i
Each lives it, not to many is it known,
Twill interest wheresoever seizd and shown ;
Bright pictures, but obscure their meaning:
A ray of truth through error gleaming, j
Thus you the best elixir brew, i
To charm mankind, and edify them too.
Then youths 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, honor, the illusive love,
Your finishd gentlemen you neer can please;
A growing mind alone will grateful prove. j
Poet. Then give me back youths golden
prime,
When my own spirit too was growing,
When from my heart th unbidden rhyme
Gushd forth, a fount for ever flowing;
Then shadowy mist the world conceald,
And every bud sweet promise made,
Of wonders yet to be reveald,
As through the vales, with blooms inlaid,
Culling a thousand flowers I strayd.
Naught had I, yet a rich profusion ;
The thirst for truth, joy in each fond illusion. 1
Give me unquelld those impulses to prove ;
Rapture so deep, its ecstasy was pain, j
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 you press,
When a fair maid, her heart on fire,
I-Iangs on your neck with fond caress,
When from afar, the vidlors crown,
Allures you in the race to run ;
Or when in revelry you drown
Your sense, the whirling dance being done.
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 in less reverence held;
Age does not make us childish, as'folk say,
It finds us genuine children een 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 by the forelock grasp;
Then she will neer let go her clasp,
And labors on, because she must.
On German boards, youre well aware,
The taste of each may have full sway;
Therefore in bringing out your play,
Nor scenes nor mechanism spare !
Heavens 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 creations ample sphere
Forthwith in this our narroAV booth appear,
And with considerate speed, through fancys
spell,
Journey from heaven, thence through the
world, to hell!
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PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN.
The Lord. The Heavenly Hosts. After-
wards Mephistopheles.
The three Archangels come forward.
Raphael. Still quiring as in ancient time
With brother spheres in rival song,
The sun with thunder-march sublime
Moves his predestind course along.
Angels are strengthend by his sight,
Though fathom him no angel may;
Resplendent are the orbs of light,
As on creations primal day.
Gabriel. And lightly spins earths gor-
geous sphere,
Swifter than thought its rapid flight;
Alternates Eden-brightness clear,
With solemn, dread-inspiring night;
The foaming waves, with murmurs hoarse,
Against the rocks deep base are hurld;
And in the spheres eternal course
Are rocks and ocean swiftly whirld.
Michael. And rival tempests rush amain
From sea to land, from land to sea,
And raging form a wondrous chain
Of deep mysterious agency;
Full in the thunders fierce career,
Flaming the swift destructions play;
But, Lord, thy messengers revere
The mild procession of thy day.
The Three. Angels are strengthened by
thy sight,
Though fathom thee no angel may;
Thy works still shine with splendor bright,
As on creations primal day.
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Mephistopheles. Since thou, O Lord, ap-
proachest us once more,
And how it fares with us, to ask art fain,
Since thou hast kindly welcomd me of yore,
Thou seest 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 for-
sworn.
Of suns and worlds I nothing have to say,
I see alone mankinds 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?
Mephis. No, Lord I find things there
in miserable plight.
Mens wretchedness in sooth I so deplore,
Not even I would plague the sorry creatures
more.
The Lord. Knowst thou my servant,
' Faust ?
Mephis. Thedodlor?
The Lord. Right.
Mephis. He serves thee in strange fashion,
as I think.
Poor fool! Not earthly is his food or drink.
An inward impulse hurries him afar,
Himself half conscious of his frenzied mood]
From heaven claimeth he its brightest star,
And from the earth craves every highest good,
And all thats near, and all thats far,
Fails to allay the tumult in his blood.
The Lord. Though now he serves me
with imperfedt sight,
I will ere long conduct him to the light.
The gardner knoweth, when the green ap-
pears,
That flowers and fruit will crown the coming
years.
Mephis. What wilt thou wager? Him
thou yet shalt 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.
Mephis. I thank you ; for not willingly
I traffic with the dead, and still aver
That youths plump blooming cheek I very
much prefer.
Im 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 abashd, when thou perforce must
own,
A good man, in the direful grasp of ill,
His consciousness of right retaineth still.
Mephis. Agreed! the wager will be
quickly won.
For my success 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 thourt free to a£t
without control;
I neer 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 unconditiond 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 Seemings changeful forms, around you
flowing,
Do ye arrest, in ever-during thought!
(Heaven closes, the Archangels disperse.
Mephis. (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.
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A high vaulted narrow Gothic chamber.
Faust, restless, seated at his desk.
fERE have I, alas! Phil-
osophy,
Medicine, Jurisprudence
too,
And to my cost Theology,
With ardent labor, studied
through.
And yet I stand, with all my
lore,
Poor fool, no wiser than be-
fore.
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 !
This in my heart like fire doth burn.
Tis true, Ive 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 appall 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 honor, 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 recognize
That binds creations inmost energies;
Her vital powers, her embryo seeds survey,
And fling the trade in empty words away.
O full-orbd moon, did but thy rays
Their last upon mine anguish gaze !
Beside this desk, at dead of night,
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Oft have I watchd to hail thy light:
Then, pensive friend oer 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 oer meadows glide,
And, purgd from knowledge-fumes, renew
My spirit, in thy healing dew!
Woes me still prisond in the gloom
Of this abhorrd and musty room,
Where heavens dear light itself doth pass,
But dimly through the painted glass !
Hemmed in by volumes thick with dust,
A prey to worms and mouldering rust,
And to the high vaults topmost bound,
With smoky paper compassd round ;
With boxes round thee pild, 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 tightend pressure in thy breast?
Why the dull ache will not depart,
By which thy life-pulse is oppressd?
Instead of natures living sphere,
Created for mankind of old,
Brute skeletons surround thee here,
And dead mens 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? ThouIt see
The courses of the stars unrolld ;
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 hallowd sign.
Spirits I feel you hovring near;
Make answer, if my voice ye hear!
[Afe opens the book and perceives the sign of
the Macrocosmos.
Ah at this spedlacle through every sense,
What sudden ecstasy of joy is flowing !
I feel new rapture, hallowd and intense,
Through every nerve and vein with ardor
glowing.
Was it a god who character'd this scroll,
Which doth the inward tumult still,
The troubled heart with rapture fill,
And by a mystic impulse, to my soul,
Unveils the working of the wondrous whole?
Am I a God ? What light intense !
In these pure symbols do I see
Nature exert her vital energy.
Now of the wise mans words I learn the
sense:
Unlockd 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 Beings 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 wide sphere their chimes melo-
dious 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
witherd heart
For solace yearns, ye still impart
Your sweet and fostering tideswhere are
yewhere ?
Ye gush, and must I languish in despair?
\He turns over the leaves of the book im-
patiently, and perceives the sign of the
Earth-spirit.
How all unlike the influence of this sign !
Earth-spirit, thou to me art nigher,
Een now my strength is rising higher,
Een 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,
'To mingle with the lightnings glare,
And mid the crashing shipwreck not despair.
Clouds gather over me
'The moon conceals her light
'The lamp is quenchd
Vapors are risingQuivring round my head
Flash the red beamsDown from the vaulted
roof
A shuddering horror floats,
And seizes me!
I feel it, spirit, prayer-compelld, tis thou
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FAUST
FIRST PART.
TH E SPIRIT
APPEAR! NG TO FAUST


Art hovering near!
Unveil thyself!
Ha How my heart is riven now !
Each sense, with eager palpitation,
Is straind to catch some new sensation !
I feel my heart surrenderd unto thee !
Thou must! Thou must! Though life
should be the fee!
\He seizes the book, and pronounces mys-
teriously the sign of the spirit. A ruddy
flame flashes tip ; the spirit appears in the
flame.
Spirit. Who calls me ?
Faust. (Turning aside.) Dreadful shape !
Spirit. With might,
Thou hast compelld me to appear,
Long hast been sucking at my sphere,
And now
Faust. Woes me! I cannot bear thy
sight.
Spirit. To know me thou didst breathe
thy prayer,
My voice to hear, to gaze upon my brow ;
Me doth thy strong entreaty bow
Lo Iam here!What pitiful despair
Grasps thee, the demigod! Wheres now the
souls deep cry?
Where is the breast which in its depths a world
conceivd
And bore and cherishd; which, with ecstasy,
To rank itself with us, the spirits, heavd?
Where art thou, Faust? whose voice I heard
resound,
Who towards me pressd with energy pro-
found?
Art thou he? Thouwhom thus my breath
can blight,
Whose inmost being with affright
Trembles, a crushd 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 actions
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 times whirring loom unceasing I ply,
And weave the life-garment of deity.
Faust. Thou, restless spirit, dost from end
to end
Oersweep the world; how near I feel to thee!
Spirit. Thourt like the spirit, thou dost
comprehend,
Not me! [ Vanishes.
Faust. (Deeplymoved.) Not thee?
Whom then?
I, Gods own image!
: And not rank with thee ! \A knock.
O death I know it tis my famulus
My fairest fortune now escapes!
That all these visionary shapes
! A soulless groveller should banish thus!
I [Wagner in his dressing-gown and night-
\ cap, a lamp in his hand. Faust turns
i round reluctantly.
J Wagner. Pardon! I heard you here de-
| claim;
j 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 Ive heard it said at least,
May give instruction even to a priest.
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
j glass,
I 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 spirits depths, with strong
control
Swaying to rapture every listeners soul,
Idle your toil; the chase you may forego!
Brood oer your task! Together glue,
Cook from anothers feast your own ragout,
Still prosecute your paltry game,
And fan your ash-heaps into flame!
Thus childrens wonder youll 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 with earnestness you speak,
Then is it needful cunning words to seek?
Your fine harangues, so polishd in their kind,
Wherein the shreds of human thought ye twist,
Are unrefreshing as the empty wind,
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Whistling through witherd leaves and autumn
mist!
Wagner. O Heavens! art is long and life
is short!
Still as I prosecute with earnest zeal
The critics toil, Im haunted by this thought,
And vague misgivings oer my spirit steal.
The very means how hardly are they won
And what a glorious height we have achievd
at last.
Faust. Ay truly even to the loftiest star!
To us, my friend, the ages that are passd
A book with seven seals, close-fastend, are;
And what the spirit of the times men call,
Is merely their own spirit after all,
Wherein, distorted oft, the times are glassd.
By which we to the fountains rise!
And, haply, ere one half the course is run,
Checkd in his progress, the poor devil lies.
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 hast not won the life-restoring draught.
Wagner. Your pardon tis delightful to
transport
Ones self into the spirit of the past,
To see in times before us how a wise man
thought,
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 some-
thing know.
Faust. Ay! what mong men as knowl-
edge doth obtain!
Who on the child its true name dares bestow?
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The few who somewhat of these things have
known,
Who.their full hearts unguardedly reveald,
Nor thoughts nor feelings from the mob con-
ceald,
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 every-
thing. {Exit.
Faust. (Atone.) How he alone is neer
bereft of hope,
Who clings to tasteless trash with zeal untird,
Who doth, with greedy hand, for treasure
grope,
And finding earth-worms, is with joy inspird !
And dare a voice of merely human birth,
Een here, where shapes immortal throngd,
intrude?
Yet ah! thou poorest of the sons of earth,
For once, I een to thee feel gratitude.
Despair the power of sense did well-nigh blast,
And thou didst save me ere I sank dismayd;
So giant-like the vision seemd, so vast,
I felt myself shrink dwarfd as I surveyd !
I, Gods own image, from this toil of clay
Already freed, with eager joy who haild
The mirror of eternal truth unveild,
Mid light effulgent and celestial day
I, more than cherub, whose unfetterd soul
With penetrative glance aspird to flow
Through natures veins, and, still creating,
know
The life of gods,how am I punishd now!
One thunder-word hath hurld me from the
goal!
Spirit! I dare not lift me to thy sphere.
What though my power compelld thee to ap-
pear,
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 humanitys uncertain fate !
Wholl 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 lifes onward way !
Een to the noblest by the soul conceivd,
Some feelings cling of baser quality;
And when the goods of this world are achievd,
Each nobler aim is termd a cheat, a lie.
Our aspirations, our souls genuine life,
Grow torpid in the din of earthly strife.
Though youthful phantasy, while hope in-
spires,
Stretch oer the infinite her wing sublime,
A narrow compass limits her desires,
When wreckd our fortunes in the gulf of
time.
In the deep heart of man care builds her nest.
Oer 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 ;
Imagind evils chill thy blood,
And what thou neer shall lose, oer that dost
shed the tear.
I am not like the gods! Feel it I must;
Im like the earth-worm, writhing in the dust,
Which, as on dust it feeds, its native fare,
Crushd neath the passers 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 per-
plexd.
Still yearning for the truth, hath sought the
light of day,
And in the twilight wanderd, sorely vexd ?
Ye instruments, forsooth, ye mock at me,
With wheel, and cog, and ring, and cylinder;
To natures portals ye should be the key;
Cunning your wards, and yet the bolts ye fail
to stir.
Inscrutable in broadest light,
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To be unveild by force she doth refuse,
What she reveals not to thy mental sight,
Thou wilt not wrest from her with levers and
with screws.
Old useless furnitures, yet stand ye here,
Because my sire ye servd, now dead and
gone.
Old scroll, the smoke of years dost wear,
So long as oer this desk the sorry lamp hath
shone.
Better my little means have squanderd quite
away,
Than burdend by that little here to sweat and
"roan !
O
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
moons 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, refind and sure,
Of soothing anodynes abstraction pure,
Now in thy masters need thy grace impart!
I gaze on thee, my pain is lulld to rest;
I grasp thee, calmd the tumult in my breast;
The flood-tide of my spirit ebbs away;
Onward Im summond oer 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 Im prepard to
fly
By a new track through ethers 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 determind will to burst the por-
tals
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 hells fiery
flood;
With glad resolve to take the fatal leap.
Though danger threaten thee, to sink in end-
less 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 fathers revels thou didst shine,
To glad the earnest guests was thine,
As each to other passd the generous cheer.
The gorgeous brede of figures, quaintly
wrought,
Which he who quaffd must first in rhyme ex-
pound,
Then drain the goblet at one draught pro-
found,
Hath nights of boyhood to fond memory
brought.
I to my neighbor 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 produdl of my skill,
My own free choice, be quaffd 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.
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Held as in prison.
Faust. What hum melodious, what clear
silvery chime,
Thus draws the goblet from my lips away ?
Ye deep-tond bells, do ye with voice sublime,
Announce the solemn dawn of Easter-day ? i
Sweet choir are ye the hymn of comfort sing- i
ing> I
Which once around the darkness of the grave, ;
From seraph-voices, in glad triumph ringing, j
Of a new covenant assurance gave ?
Chorus of Women. We, his true-hearted, :
With spices and myrrh, j
Embalmd the departed,
And swathd Him with care;
Here we conveyd Him,
Our Master, so dear;
Alas Where we laid Him,
The Christ is not here.
Chorus of Angels. Christ is arisen !
Perfect through earthly ruth,
Radiant with love and truth,
He to eternal youth
Soars from earths 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 oer me in the Sabbaths stilly hour,
While, fraught with solemn meaning and
mysterious power,
Chimd the deep-sounding bell, and prayer
was bliss;
A yearning impulse, undefind yet dear,
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Drove me to wander on through wood and field;
With heaving breast and many a burning tear,
I felt with holy joy a world reveald.
Gay sports and festive hours proclaimd 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 flowsEarth, I am thine again !
Chorus of Disciples. He whom we mournd
as dead,
Living and glorious,
From the dark grave hath fled,
Oer 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;
All! we must needs bemoan,
Master, thy joy!
Chorus of Angels. Christ is arisen,
Redeemd 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
Whispring of heavens weal,
Still is the Master near,
Still is He here !
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Before the Gate.
Promenaders of all sorts pass out.
Artisans. Why choose ye that direction,
pray?
Others. To the hunting-lodge were 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. Ill join the rest.
A Fourth. Lets up to Burghof, there
youll 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 hell walk, hell 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 dressd,
Stinging tobacco,these I love the best.
Burghers 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-dressd, are drawing near;
Not far from us the one doth dwell,
And sooth to say, I like her well.
They walk demurely, yet youll 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; each hour
He grows more arrogant, now that hes raisd
to power;
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 gentlemen and
ladies fair,
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So rosv-cheekd and trimly dressd,
Be pleasd to listen to my prayer,
Relieve and pity the distressd.
Let me not vainly sing my lay!
His hearts most glad whose hand is free.
Now when all men keep holiday,
Should be a harvest-day to me.
Another Burgher. I know naught better
on a holiday,
Than chatting about war and wars alarms;
When folk in Turkey are all up in arms,
Fighting their deadly battles far away,
We at the window stand, our glasses drain,
And watch adown the stream the painted
vessels glide,
Then, blessing peace and peaceful times, again
Homeward we turn our steps at eventide.
Third Burgher. Ay, neighbor! So let
matters stand for me!
There they may scatter one anothers brains,
And wild confusion round them see
So here at home in quiet all remains !
Old Woman. (To the Burghers Daugh-
ters .) 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.
Burghers Daughter. Come, Agatha! I
care not to be seen
Walking in public with these witches. True,
My future lover, last St. Andrews Een,
In flesh and blood she brought before my
view.
Another. And mine she showd me also
in the glass,
A soldiers 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
Rising in air,
Damsel disdainful,
Haughty and fair,
These 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!
Lifes in the field !
Damsel and fortress
To us must yield.
Bold is the venture,
Costly the pay!
Gayly the soldier
Marches away.
Faust and Wagner.
Faust. Loosd from their fetters are
streams and rills
; Through the gracious spring-tides all-quicken-
ing glow;
: Hopes budding joy in the vale doth blow;
Old Winter back to the savage hills
Withdraweth his force, decrepit 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 colors 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 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 roofs oerhanging gloom,
From crowded alley and narrow street,
And from the churches awe-breathing night,
All now have issued into the light.
But look how spreadeth on nimble feet
Through garden and field the joyous throng,
How oer the rivers ample sheet,
Many a gay wherry glides along !
And see, deep sinking in the tide,
Pushes the last boat now away.
Een from yon far hills path-worn side,
Flash the bright hues of garments gay.
Hark Sounds of village mirth arise;
This is the peoples 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
Theres honor 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 possessd,
And call it pleasure, call it song.
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ARTIST : FRANZ SIMM.
FAUST. FIRST PART.
UNHUR 'I ME LINI'HN TREE.


Peasants. (Under the linden tree.)
Dance and song.
The shepherd for the dance was dressd,
With ribbon, wreath and colored 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 pressd,
He pushd a maiden trimly dressd,
And joggd her with his elbow;
The buxom damsel turnd her head,
Now thats a stupid trick! she said,
Juchhe! Juchhe!
Juchheisa Heisa He !
Dont be so rude, good fellow!
Swift in the circle they advance,
They dance to right, to left they dance,
The skirts abroad are swinging.
And they grow red, and they grow warm,
Elbow on hip, they arm in arm,
Juchhe Juchhe!
Juchheisa Heisa He !
Rest, talking now or singing.
Dont make so free How many a maid
Has been betrothd and then betrayd ;
And has repented after !
Yet still he flatterd her aside,
And from the linden, far and wide,
Juchhe Juchhe !
Juchheisa! Heisa! He!
Sound 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 crownd,
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 showd yourself our friend !
Full many a one stands living here,
Who from the fevers deadly blast,
Your father rescued, when his skill
The fatal sickness stayd at last.
A young man then, each house you sought,
Where reignd the mortal pestilence.
Corpse after corpse was carried forth,
But still unscathd you issued thence.
Sore then your trials and severe;
The Helper yonder aids the helper .ere.
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.
\Heproceeds with Wagner.
Wagner. With what emotions must your
heart oerfiow,
Receiving thus the reverence of the crowd!
Great man How happy, who like you doth
know
Such use for gifts by heaven bestowd!
You to the son the father shows;
They press around, inquire, advance,
Hushd is the fiddle, checkd the dance.
Still where you pass they stand in rows,
And each aloft his bonnet throws,
They fall upon their knees, almost
As when there passeth by the Host.
Faust. A few steps further, up to yonder
stone !
Here rest we from our walk. In times long
past,
Absorbd in thought, here oft I sat alone,
And disciplind myself with prayer and fast.
Then rich in hope, with faith sincere,
With sighs, and hands in anguish pressd,
The end of that sore plague, with many a tear,
From heavens dread Lord, I sought to wrest.
These praises have to me a scornful tone.
Oh, couldst thou in my inner being read,
How little either sire or son,
Of such renown deserve the meed !
My sire, of good repute, and sombre mood,
Oer natures 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
rolld,
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Were torturd to another bridal bed.
Was then the youthful queen descrid
With many a hue, to crown the task ;
This was our medicine; the patients died,
Who were restord ? none card to ask.
With our infernal mixture thus, ere long,
These hills and peaceful vales among,
We ragd 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
oercast?
Can. man do more than with nice skill,
With firm and conscientious will,
Practise the art transmitted from the past ?
If duly you revere your sire in youth,
His lore you gladly will receive ;
In manhood, if you spread the bounds of
truth,
Then may your son a higher goal achieve.
Faust. O blest, whom still the hope in-
spires,
To lift himself from errors turbid flood !
What a man knows not, he to use requires,
And what he knows, he cannot use for good.
But let not moody thoughts their shadow
throw
Oer 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 is 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,
Bathd in the deathless evening beams,
The vales reposing, every height a-glow,
The silver brooklets meeting golden streams.
The savage mountain, with its cavernd 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 vanishd 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,
i Upwards and onwards still to urge our flight,
i When far above us pours its thrilling song
The sky-lark, lost in azure light,
When on extended wing amain
; Oer pine-crownd height the eagle soars,
And over moor and lake, the crane
I . ' ,
I Still stnveth towards its native shores.
Wagner. To strange conceits oft I myself
must own,
But impulse such as this I neer have known :
: Nor woods, nor fields, can long our thoughts
engage,
Their wings I envy not the featherd kind;
Far otherwise the pleasures of the mind,
Bear us from book to book, from page to page!
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Then winter nightsgrow 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. Your heart by one sole impulse is
possessd;
Unconscious of the other still remain !
Two souls, alas are lodgd 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,
Id prize it far beyond the costliest dress,
Nor would I change it for the robe of kings.
Wagner. Call not the spirits who on mis- ;
chief wait! ;
Their troop familiar, streaming through the air, |
From every quarter threaten mans estate, i
And danger in a thousand forms prepare ! |
They drive impetuous from the frozen north, j
With fangs sharp-piercing, and keen arrowy i
tongues; !
From the ungenial east they issue forth,
And prey, with parching breath, upon your
lungs;
If, wafted on the deserts 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 Gray 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
Seest thou, through corn and stubble scamper-
ing round ?
Wagner. Ive markd 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 in-
stinct serves
His masters 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 fiery whirlpool in 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 masters
stead.
Faust. The circle narrows, hes already near.
Wagner. A dog dost see, no spedtre have
we here;
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He growls, doubts, lays him on his belly too,
And wags his tailas 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 hell wait;
Thou speakst to him, he fawns upon thee
straight;
Aught you may lose, again hell bring,
And for your stick will into water spring.
Faust. Thourt right indeed; no traces
now I see
Whatever of a spirits agency.
Tis trainingnothing more.
Wagner. A dog well taught
Een by the wisest of us may be sought.
Ay, to your favor hes entitled too,
Apt scholar of the students, tis his due !
. [ They enter the gate of the town.
Study.
Faust. (Entering with the poodle.)
Behind me now lie field and plain,
As night her veil doth oer them draw,
Our better soul resumes her reign
With feelings of foreboding awe.
Lulld is each stormy deed to rest,
And tranquillizd each wild desire;
Pure charity doth warm the breast,
And love to God the soul inspire.
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 Eli throw.
As thou, without, didst please and amuse me,
Running and frisking about on the hill,
Neither shelter will I refuse thee;
A welcome guest, if thouIt be still.
Ah when within our narrow room
The friendly lamp again doth glow,
An inward light dispels the gloom
In hearts that strive themselves to know.
Reason begins again to speak,
Again the bloom of hope returns,
The streams of life we fain would seek,
Ah, for lifes source our spirit yearns.
Cease, poodle, cease with the tone that arises,
Hallowd and peaceful, my soul within,
Accords not thy growl, thy bestial din.
We find it not strange, that man despises
What he conceives not;
The good and the fair he misprizes;
What lies beyond him he doth contemn ;
Snarleth the poodle at it, like men ?
But ah Een now I feel, howeer I yearn
for rest,
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?
This sad experience oft Ive approvd !
The want admitteth of compensation ;
We learn to prize what from sense is removd,
Our spirits yearn for revelation,
Which nowhere burneth with beauty blent,
More pure than in the New Testament.
To the ancient text an impulse strong
Moves me the volume to explore,
And to translate its sacred lore,
Into the tones beloved of the German tongue.
\He opens a volume and applies himself to it.
Tis writ, In the beginning was the Word !
I pause, perplexd 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.
Im loath the guest-right to withhold;
The doors ajar, the passage clear;
But what must now mine eyes behold!
Are natures laws suspended here?
Real is it, or a phantom show?
In length and breadth how doth my poodle
grow!
He lifts himself with threatning mien,
In likeness of a dog no longer seen !
What spedtre have I harbord 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.
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Spirits. ( Without.) Capturd there within
is one!
Stay without and follow none!
Like a fox in iron snare,
Hells 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.
j ^ Faust. The monster to confront, at first,
I The spell of Four must be rehearsd ;
Salamander shall kindle,
Writhe nymph of the wave,
In air sylph shall dwindle,
And Ivobold shall slave.
Who doth ignore
'Fhe primal Four,
Nor knows aright
Their use and might,
Oer spirits will he
Neer master be!
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Vanish in the fiery glow,
Salamander!
Rushingly together flow,
Undine!
Shimmer in the meteors 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,
Transpiercd with nail and spear !
Behind the stove, tamd 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 masters 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 !
Mephis. (As the mist sinks, conics forward
from behind the stove, in the dress of a
travelling scholar.')
Why all this uproar? Whats the masters
pleasure ?
Faust. This then the kernel of the brute!
A travelling scholar? Why I needs must
smile.
Mephis. Your learned reverence humbly I
salute !
Youve made me swelter in a pretty style.
Faust. Thy name ?
Mephis. The question trifling seems from
one,
Who it appears the Word doth rate so low;
Who, undeluded by mere outward show,
To Beings 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 !
Mephis. Part of that power which still
Produceth good, whilst ever scheming ill.
Faust. What hidden mystery in this riddle
lies?
Mephis. The spirit I, which evermore de-
nies !
And justly; for whateer to light is brought
Deserves again to be reducd 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 namst thyself a part, and
yet a whole I see.
Mephis. The modest truth I speak to thee.
Though follys 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 succeeded! not, for struggle as he will,
To forms material he adhereth still;
From them he streamed!, them he maketh fair,
And still the progress of his beams they check;
And so, I trust, when conies the final wreck,
Light will, ere long, the doom of matter share.
Faust. Thy worthy avocation now I guess!
Wholesale annihilation wont prevail,
So thourt beginning on a smaller scale.
Mephis. And, to say truth, as yet with small
success.
Opposd to nothingness, the world,
T his clumsy mass, subsisteth still;
Not yet is it to ruin hurld,
Despite the efforts of my will.
Tempests and earthquakes, fire and flood, Ive
tried;
Yet land and ocean still unchangd abide!
And then of humankind and beasts, the ac-
cursed brood,
Neither oer them can I extend my sway.
What countless myriads have I swept away !
Yet ever circulates the fresh young blood.
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ARTIST : FRANZ SIMM.
FAUST. FIRST PART.
THE VISION OF FAUST.


It is enough to drive me to despair!
As in the earth, in water, and in air,
In moisture and in drought, in heat and cold,
Thousands of germs their energies unfold !
If fire I had not for myself retaind,
No sphere whatever had for me remaind.
Faust. So thou with thy cold devils fist,
Still clenchd in malice impotent,
Dost the creative power resist,
The adtive, the beneficent!
Henceforth some other task essay,
Of Chaos thou the wondrous son !
Mephis. 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 one another now we know,
At thy good pleasure, visit me.
Here is the window, here the door,
The chimney, too, may serve thy need.
Mephis. I must confess, my stepping oer
Thy threshold a slight hindrance doth im-
pede ;
The wizard-foot doth me retain.
Faust. The pentagram thy peace doth mar?
To me, thou son of hell, explain,
How earnest thou in, if this thine exit bar!
Could such a spirit aught ensnare?
Mephis. 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
disposd!
So thou my captive art ? No doubt!
By accident thou thus art caught !
Mephis. In sprang the dog, indeed, observ-
ing naught;
Things now assume another shape,
The devils in the house and cant escape.
Faust. Why through the window riot with-
draw ?
Mephis. For ghosts and for the devil tis
a law,
Where they stole in, there they must forth.
Were free
The first to choose; as to the second, slaves
are we.
Faust. Een hell hath its peculiar laws, I
see 1
Im glad of that! a padt may then be made,
The which, you gentlemen, will surely keep?
Mephis. Whateer therein is promisd thou
shalt reap,
No tittle shall remain unpaid.
But such arrangements time require;
Well speak of them when next we meet;
Most earnestly I now entreat,
This once permission to retire.
Faust. Another moment prithee here re-
main,
Me with some happy word to pleasure.
Mephis. Now let me go ere long Ill come
again,
Then thou mayst question at thy leisure.
Faust. To capture thee was not my will.
Thyself hast freely entered in the snare:
Let him who holds the devil, hold him still!
A second time so soon he will not catch him
there.
Mephis: If it so please thee, Im at thy
command;
Only on this condition, understand;
That worthily thy leisure to beguile,
I here may exercise my arts awhile.
Faust. Thourt free to do so! Gladly Ill
attend;
But be thine art a pleasant one !
Mepi-iis. My friend,
'Phis hour enjoyment more intense,
Shall captivate each ravishd sense,
Than thou couldst compass in the bound
Of the whole years unvarying round ;
And what the dainty spirits sing,
The lovely images they bring,
Are no fantastic sorcery.
Rich odors 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!
Oer us thine azure dome,
Bend, beauteous light!
Dark clouds that oer 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
Oer 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
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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 featherd throng,
Gayly careering,
Sip as they float along;
Sunward theyre steering;
On towards the isles of light
Winging their way,
That on the waters bright
Dancinglv play.
Hark to the choral strain,
Joyfully ringing !
While on the grassy plain
Dancers are springing;
Climbing the steep hills side,
Skimming the glassy tide,
Wander they there;
Others on pinions wide
Wing the blue air ;
On towards the living stream,
Towards yonder stars that gleam,
Far, far away;
Seeking their tender beam
Wing they their way.
Mephis. Well done, my dainty spirits!
now he slumbers;
Ye have entrancd him fairly with your num-
bers ;
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
passd,
| 'booth of rat the way must clear.
| I need not conjure long it seems,
j 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 smeard it.Thou
Comst hopping forth already Now
To work The point that holds me bound
Is in the outer angle found.
Another bitesonow tis done
Now, Faustus, till we meet again, dream
on.
Faust. (Awaking.) Am I once more de-
luded must I deem
j This troop of thronging spirits all ideal ?
; The devils presence, was it nothing real ?
: The poodles disappearance but a dream ?
3


Study.
Faust. Mephistopheles.
Faust. A knock? Come in Who now
would break my rest?
Mephis. Tis I!
Faust. Come in !
Mephis. Thrice be the words expressd.
Faust. Then I repeat, Come in !
Mephis. 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-lacd scarlet vest,
And stiff silk mantle richly dressd,
A cocks 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
oppressd,
My heart to earths low cares a prey.
Too old the triflers part to play,
Too young to live by no desire possessd.
What can the world to me afford ?
Renounce renounce 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 minenot one;
Which still, with froward captiousness, im-
pairs
Een the presentiment of every joy,
While low realities and paltry cares
The spirits fond imaginings destroy.
And must I then, when falls the veil of night,
Stretchd on my pallet languish in despair;
Appalling dreams my soul affright;
No rest vouchsafd me even there.
The god, who thrond 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.
Mephis. And yet, methinks, by most twill
be confessd
I That Death is never quite a welcome guest.
Faust. Happy the man around whose brow
j he binds
The bloodstaind wreath in conquests dazzling
hour;
Or whom, excited by the dance, he finds
Dissolvd in bliss, in loves delicious bower !
Oh that before the lofty spirits might,
Enraptured, I had renderd up my soul!
Mephis. Yet did a certain man refrain one
i .night,
j Of its brown juice to drain the crystal bowl.
! Faust. To play the spy diverts you then?
1 Mephis. I own,
Though not omniscient, much to me is known.
Faust. If oer my soul the tone familiar,
stealing,
Drew me from harrowing thoughts bewildring
maze,


Touching the lingring chords of childlike
feeling,
With the 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 vidtim to this dreary cell !
Cursd before all things be the high opinion,
Wherewith the spirit girds itself around !
Of shows delusive cursd be the dominion,
Within whose mocking sphere our sense is
bound !
Accursd of dreams the treacherous wiles,
The cheat of glory, deathless fame !
Accursd what each as property beguiles,
W'ife, child, slave, plough, whateer its name!
Accursd 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!
Cursd be the grapes balsamic juice !
Accursd loves dream, of joys the first!
Accursd be hope accursd be faith !
And more than all, be patience cursd !
Chorus of Spirits. (Invisible.) Woe woe !
Thou hast destroyd
The beautiful world
With violent blow;
Tis shiverd tis shatterd !
The fragments abroad by a demigod scatterd !
Now we sweep
The wrecks into nothingness !.
Fondly we weep
The beauty thats 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,
Neer heard before!
Mephis. My little ones these spirits be.
Hark with shrewd intelligence,
How they recommend to thee,
Adtion, and the joys of sense !
In the busy world to dwell,
Fain they would allure thee hence:
For within this lonely cell,
Stagnates 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 companiond, thou
Thy steps through life forthwith wilt take,
Upon the spot myself Ill make
Thy comrade;
Should it suit thy need,
I am thy servant, and thy slave indeed !
Faust. And how must I thy services re-
pay ?
Mephis. Thereto thou lengthend respite
hast!
Faust. No no !
The devil is an egotist I know:
And, for Pleavens sake, tis not his way
Kindness to any one to show.
Let the condition plainly be expressd;
Such a domestic is a dangerous guest.
Mephis. Ill pledge myself to be thy ser-
vant 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 hurld,
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.
Mephis. In this mood thou mayst venture
it. But make
The compadt, and at once Ill undertake
To charm thee with mine arts. Ill give thee
more
Than mortal eye hath eer beheld before.
Faust. What, sorry Devil, hast thou to
bestow ?
Was ever mortal spirit, in its high endeavor,
Fathomd 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,
Een from my breast, a neighbor snare,
Lofty ambitions joy divine,
That, meteor-like, dissolves in air.
Show me the fruit that, ere tis pluckd, doth rot,
And trees, whose verdure daily buds anew.
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Mephis. 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 whats good we may regale in peace.
Faust. If eer upon my couch, stretchd
at my ease, Im found,
Then may my life that instant cease;
Me canst thou cheat with glozing wile
Till self-reproach away I cast?
Me with joys lure canst thou beguile?
Let that day be for me the last!
Be this our wager!
Mephis. Settld!
Faust. Sure and fast!
When to the moment I shall say,
Linger awhile, so fair thou art!
Then mayst thou fetter me straightway,
j Then to the abyss will I depart;
I 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!
Mephis. I shall remember: pause, ere tis
too late.
Faust. 1'hereto a perfect right hast
j thou.
j My strength I do not rashly overrate.
! Slave am I here, at any rate,
| If thine, or whose, it matters not, I trow.
Mephis. At thine inaugural feast I will this
day
Attend, my duties to commence.
But one thing!Accidents may happen,
: hence
i A line or two in writing grant, I pray.
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And when at length from studious toil I rest, !
No power, new-born, springs up within my
breast;
A hairs breadth is not added to my height,
I am no nearer to the infinite.
Mephis. Good sir, these things you view
indeed,
Just as by other men theyre viewd;
We must more cleverly proceed,
Before lifes 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 ?
Mephis. We will go hence with speed,
A place of torment this indeed!
A precious life, thyself to bore,
And some few youngsters evermore!
Leave it to neighbor Paunch;withdraw,
Why wilt thou plague thyself with thrashing
straw ?
The very best that thou dost know
Thou darst not to the striplings show.
One in the passage now doth wait!
Faust. Im in no mood to see him now.
Mephis. Poor lad! He must be tired, I trow; ;
He must not go disconsolate. '
Hand me thy cap and gown; the mask j
Is for my purpose quite first rate. j
[He changes his dress. \
Now leave it to my wit! I ask
But quarter of an hour; meanwhile equip, j
And make all ready for our pleasant trip!
[Exit Faust.
Mephis. (In Fausts 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, j
I have thee unconditionally then ! j
Fate hath endowd him with an ardent mind, !
Which unrestraind still presses on for ever, j
And whose precipitate endeavor
Earths joys oerleaping, leaveth them behind.
Him will I drag through lifes wild waste,
Through scenes of vapid dulness, where at last
Bewilderd, he shall falter, and stick fast;
And, still to mock his greedy haste,
Viands and drink shall float his craving lips
beyond
Vainly hell seek refreshment, anguish-tossd,
And were he not the devils by his bond,
Yet must his soul infallibly be lost!
A Student enters.
Student. But recently Ive quitted home,
Full of devotion am I come
A man to know and hear, whose name
With reverence is known to fame.
Mephis. 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!
Ive youthful blood and courage high;
Of gold I bring a fair supply;
To let me go my mother was not fain;
But here I longd true knowledge to attain.
Mephis. Youve hit upon the very place.
Student. And yet my steps I would re-
trace.
These walls, this melancholy room,
Oerpower 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 lind,
Sight, hearing fail, fails too my mind.
Mephis. 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 youll your thirst allay.
Student. Upon her neck I fain would
hang with joy;
To reach it, say, what means must I employ?
Mephis. Explain, ere further time we
lose,
What special faculty you choose ?
Student. Profoundly learned I would
grow,
What heaven contains would comprehend,
Oer earths wide realm my gaze extend,
Nature and science I desire to know.
Mephis. You are upon the proper track, I
find,
Take heed, let nothing dissipate your mind.
Student. My heart and soul are in tht
chase!
Though to be sure I fain would seize,
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Faust. First Part.
On pleasant summer holidays,
A little liberty and careless ease.
Mephis. 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 bracd,
In Spanish boots so tightly lacd,
That on twill circumspectly creep,
'Thoughts beaten track securely keep,
Nor will it, ignis-fatuus like,
Into the path of error strike.
'Then many a day theyll teach you how
The minds 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 weavers 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 deducd 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, Natures encheiresis.
Student. Your words I cannot fully com-
prehend.
Mephis. 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 con-
found,
As if a mill-wheel there were turning round.
Mephis. 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 mans 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 fixd order neer to swerve!
Five lectures daily you must hear;
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'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 Ghosts 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.
Mephis. A faculty I pray you name.
Student. For jurisprudence some distaste
I own.
Mephis. 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, reasons self they turn ;
Beneficence becomes a pest;
Woe unto thee, that thourt 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.
Mephis. 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 masters words to swear alone.
'To sum up allTo words hold fast!
Then the safe gate securely passd,
Youll reach the fane of certainty at last.
Student. But then some meaning must
the words convey.
Mephis. Right! But o er-anxious thought,
youll 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, Ill thank you to supply
i 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 ones way.
Mephis. (Aside.) Im weary of the dry
pedantic tone,
And must again the genuine devil play.
(Aloud.) Of medicine the spirits 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 thousand 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 humor 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 slendei
waist,
To feel how tightly it is lacd.
Student. There is some sense in that!
one sees the how and why.
Mephis. Gray is, young friend, all theory:
And green of life the golden tree.
Student. I swear it seemeth like a dream
to me,
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May I some future time repeat my visit,
To hear on what your wisdom grounds your
views?
Mephis. 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 favor !
Mephis. Willingly!
\_ITc writes and returns the book.
Student. (Reads.) Ekitis si cut Deus,
SCIENTES P.ONUM ET MALUM.
\_IIe reverently closes the book and retires.
Mephis. 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?
Mephis. Tis thine our course to steer.
The little world, and then the great well view.
With what delight, what profit too,
Thoult revel through thy gay career!
Faust. Despite my length of beard I need
The easy manners that insure success;
Th attempt I fear can neer succeed;
To mingle in the world I want address;
I still have an embarrassd air, and then
I feel myself so small with other men.
Mephis. Time, my good friend, with all
thats needful give;
Be only self-possessd, and thou hast learnd
to live.
Faust. But how are we to start, I pray ?
Steeds, servants, carriage, where are they ?
Mephis. Weve 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.
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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 askd 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
deafning 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 la!
Altmayer. A tara lara la!
Frosch. Our throats are tund. Come,
lets 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 kaisers or a chancellors lot.
Yet mong ourselves should one still lord it
oer the rest;
That we elect a pope I now suggest.
Ye know, what quality ensures
A mans success, his rise secures.
F rosch . ( 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 stilly night.
Undo the bolt! thy loves awake!
Shut to the bolt! with morning light
Siebel. Ay, sing away, sing on, her praises
sound;the snake!
My turn to laugh will come some day.
Me hath she jilted once, you the same trick
shell 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 Do<5lor Luther.
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The cook laid poison for the guest, j
Then was his heart with pangs oppressd,
As if his frame love wasted.
Chorus. (Shouting.) As if his frame
love wasted.
Braxder. He ran around, he ran abroad,
Of every puddle drinking.
The house with rage he scratchd and gnawd,
In vain,he fast was sinking;
Full many an anguishd bound he gave,
Nothing the hapless brute could save,
As if his frame love wasted.
Chorus. As if his frame love wasted.
Braxder. By torture driven, in open day,
The kitchen he invaded,
Convulsd upon the hearth he lay,
With anguish sorely jaded ;
The poisoner laughd, 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.
Braxder. They, as it seems, stand well
with you!
Altmayer. Old bald-pate! with the paunch
profound!
The rats mishap hath tamd his nature;
For he his counterpart hath found
Depidted in the swollen creature.
Faust and Mephistopiieles.
Mepiiis. I now must introduce to you !
Before aught else, this jovial crew,
To show how lightly life may glide away;
With the folk here each days 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.
Braxder. Theyre off a journey, that is
clear,
They look so strange; theyve scarce been here
An hour.
Frosch. Youre right! Leipsics the place
for me!
Tis quite a little Paris; people there
Acquire a certain easy finishd air.
Siebel. What take you now these travellers 1
to be?
Frosch. Let me alone Oer a full glass
youll see,
As easily Ill worm their secret out
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As draw an infants tooth. Ive not a doubt
That my two gentlemen are nobly born,
They look dissatisfied and full of scorn.
Braxder. They are but mountebanks, Ill
lay a bet!
Ai.tmayer. Most like.
Frosch. Mark me, Ill screw it from them
yet!
Mepiiis. (To Faust.) These fellows would
not scent the devil out,
Een 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?
Mepiiis. 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. Youre doubtless recently from
Rippach? Pray,
Did you with Master Plans there chance to sup?
Mephis. To-day we passd him, but we did
not stop!
When last we met him he had much to say
'Pouching his cousins, and to each he sent
Full many a greeting and kind compliment.
[ With an inclination towards Frosch.
Ai.tmayer. (Aside to Frosch.) You have it
there !
Siebel. Faith hes a knowing one !
Frosch. Have patience I will show him
up anon !
Mephis. Unless I err, as we drew near
We heard some practisd voices pealing.
A song must admirably here
Re-echo from this vaulted ceiling!
Frosch. That you re an amateur one plainly
sees!
Mephis. Oh no, though strong the love, I
cannot boast much skill.
Altmayer. Give us a song !
Mephis. As many as you will.
Siebel. But be it a brand new one, if you
please!
Mephis. But recently returned from Spain
are we,
The pleasant land of wine and minstrelsy.
(Sings. J
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.


Mephis. (Sings.)
A king there was once reigning,
Who had a goodly flea,
Him lovd he without feigning,
As his own son were he!
His tailor then he summond,
The tailor to him goes:
Now measure me the youngster
For jerkin and for hose !
Brander. Take proper heed, the tailor
stridllv charge,
The nicest measurement to take,
And as he loves his head, to make
The hose quite smooth and not too large !
Mephis. In satin and in velvet,
Behold the younker dressed ;
Bedizend oer 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 distressd;
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, etc.
Frosch. Bravo Thats 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!
Mephis. Were but your wine a trifle bet-
ter, friend,
A glass to freedom I would gladly drain.
Siebel. Youd better not repeat those words
again !
Mephis. I am afraid the landlord to offend!
Else freely would I treat each worthy guest
From our own cellar to the very best.
Siebel. Out with it then Your doings
Ill defend.
Frosch. Give a good glass, and straight
well 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, theyre from
the Rhenish land.
Mephis. Fetch me a gimlet here !
Brander. Say, what therewith to bore?
You cannot have the wine-casks at the door.
Altmayer. Our landlords tool-basket be-
hind doth yonder stand.
Mephis. (Takes the gimlet.) (To Frosch.)
Now only say what liquor will you take?
Frosch. How mean you that? have you
of every sort ?
Mephis. 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.
Mephis. (Boring a hole in the edge of the
table opposite to inhere Frosch is sitting.)
Get me a little waxand make some stoppers
quick !
Altmayer. Why, this is nothing but a
jugglers trick !
Mephis. (To Brander.) And you?
Brander. Champagnes 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 cant
decline,
Whats good is often scatterd 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 me a glass of genuine sweet!
Mephis. (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.
Mephis. Ah ah! that would indeed be
making free
With such distinguishd 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 all bored and stopped.
Mephis. ( 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 heres a miracle !
Your stoppers draw and drink your fill!
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All. (As they draw the stoppers, and the
wine chosen by each runs into his glass.)
Oh beauteous spring, which flows so fair !
Mephis. Spill not a single drop, of this
beware ! [ They drink repeatedly.
All. (Sing.) Happy as cannibals are we,
Or as five hundred swine.
Mephis. Theyre in their glory, mark their
elevation !
Faust. Lets hence, nor here our stay pro-
long.
Mephis. Attend, of brutishness ere long
Youll see a glorious revelation.
Siebel. (Drinks carelessly; the wine is
spilt upon the ground, and turns to flame.)
Help fire help Hell is burning !
Mephis. (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
youll dearly pay!
Us, it appears, you do not know.
Frosch. Such tricks a second time hed
better show!
Altmayer. Methinks twere well we packd
him quietly away.
Siebel. What-, sir! with us your hocus-
pocus play!
Mephis. 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!
[Draw knives and attack Mephistopheles.
Mephis. ( With solemn gestures.)
Visionary scenes appear!
Words delusive cheat the ear !
Be ye there, and be ye here!
[ They stand amazed and gaze on each other.
Altmayer. Where am I? What a beau-
teous land !
Frosch. Vineyards! unless my sight de-
ceives ?
Siebel. And dustring 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 re-
ciprocally do the same, raising their knives.
Mephis. (As above.) Delusion, from their
eyes the bandage take !
Note how the devil loves a jest to break !
[He disappeai's 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 Im fainting All things swim !
Frosch. Say what has happend, whats it
all about ?
Siebel. Where is the fellow? Could I
scent him out,
His body from his soul Id soon divide !
Alt. 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.
Would that the wine again were flowing !
Siebel. Twas all delusion, cheat and lie.
Frosch. Twas wine I drank, most certainly.
Brander. What of the grapes too,where
are they ?
Altmayer. Who now will miracles gainsay ?


ARTIST! FRANZ SIMM.
FAUST
FIRST PART.
MEPHISTOPH ELES REMOVING THE SPELL


Witches Kitchen.
\_A large caldron hangs over the fire on a low
hearth; various figures appear in the
vapor 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 restord ?
Must I seek counsel from an ancient dame ?
And can she, by these rites abhorrd,
Take thirty winters from my frame?
Woes me, if thou naught better canst suggest!
Hope has already fled my breast.
Has neither nature nor a noble mind
A balsam yet devisd of any kind ?
Mephis. My friend, you now speak sen-
sibly. In truth,
Nature a method giveth to renew thy youth;
But in another book the lessons writ;
It forms a curious chapter, I admit.
Faust. I fain would know it.
Mephis. 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 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.
For this mean life my spirit soars too high.
Mephis. Then must we to the witch apply!
Faust. Will none but this old beldame do?
Canst not thyself the potion brew ?
Mephis. A pretty play our leisure to be-
guile !
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 cant 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 at home ?
The Monkeys. Gone to carouse,
Out of the house,
Through the chimney and away !
Mephis. How long is it her wont to roam?
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1 fVt. :-= l/O-~-C3~Vr c5 'S Faust. First Part.

Thk Monkeys. While we can warm our
paws shell stay.
Mephis. (To Faust.) What think you
of the charming creatures?
Faust. 1 loathe alike their form and features!
Mephis. Nay, such discourse, be it confessd,
Is just the thing that pleases me the best.
I'o the Monkeys.
'Fell me, ye whelps, accursed crew !
What stir ye in the broth about ?
The Monkeys. Coarse beggars gruel here
we stew.
Mephis. Of customers youll have a rout.
The he Monkey. (Approaching and fawn-
ing on M EPIIISTOPH ELES.)
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.
Mephis. 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
rollforwards.
The he Monkey. The world behold !
Unceasingly rolld,
It riseth and falleth ever;
It ringeth like glass !
How brittle, alas
Tis hollow, and resteth never.
Flow 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.
Mephis. Of what use is the sieve?
The he Monkey. (Taking it down.'). The
sieve would show
If thou wert a thief or no.
[fie runs to the she Monkey, and makes her
look through it.
Look through the sieve !
Dost know him the thief,
And darst thou not call him so?
Mephis. (Approaching thefire.) And then
this pot ?
The Monkeys. The half-witted sot!
He knows not the pot!
He knows not the kettle !
Mephis. Unmannerly beast!
13e 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 stand-
ing 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 mirrord 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 Im fondly lurd,
Her image fades, in veiling mist obscurd !
Model of beauty both in form and face !
Ist possible? Hath woman charms so rare?
Is this recumbent form, supremely fair,
'File very essence of all heavenly grace?
Can aught so exquisite on earth be found ?
Mephis. The six days labor of a god, my
friend,
Who doth himself cry bravo, at the end,
By something clever doubtless should be
crownd.
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 crow?i, with loud cries.)
Oh, be so good,
With sweat and with blood
The crown to lime!
[ They handle the crown awkwardly and
break it into two pieces, with which they
skip about.
Twas fates decree!
We speak and see !
We hear and rhyme.
Faust. (Before the mirror.) Woes me !
well-nigh distraught I feel!
Mephis. (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!
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Faust. (As above.) A flame is kindled
in my breast!
Let us begone nor linger here !
Mephis. (In the same position.) It now at
least must be confessd,
That poets sometimes are sincere.
[The caldron which the she Monkey has ne-
glected begins to boil over; a great flame
arises, which streams up the chimney. The
Witch comes down the chimney with hor-
rible cries.
The Witch. Ough ough ough ougn !
Accursed brute accursed sow !
Thou dost negledl the pot, for shame !
Accursed brute to scorch the dame !
[Perceiving Faust and Mephistopheles.
Whom have we here ?
Whos sneaking here?
Whence are ye come?
With what desire?
The plague of fire
Your bones consume!
[She dips the shimming-ladle into the caldron
and throws flames at Faust, Mephisto-
pheles and the Monkeys. The Monkeys
whimper.
Mephis. (Twirling the whisk which he
holds in his hand, and striking among the
glasses and pots.)
Dash! Smash!
There lies the glass!
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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 respedt to my red vest dost pay?
Does my cocks feather no allegiance claim?
Have I my visage maskd to-day?
Must I be forcd myself to name?
The Witch. Master, forgive this rude 1
salute!
But I perceive no cloven foot.
And your two ravens, where are they?
Mkphis. 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 een the devil in its sphere embracd ;
The northern phantom from the scene hath
passd,
Tail, talons, horns, are nowhere to be traced !
As for the foot, with which I cant 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 my-
self with joy,
To see once more the gallant Satan here!
Mephis. Woman, no more that name em-
ploy !
The Witch. But why? what mischief hath
it done?
Mephis. To fable it too long hath apper-
taind ;
But people from the change have nothing won. j
Rid of the evil one, the evil has remaind.
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! j
[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 !
Mephis. (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 ?
Mephis. 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 Ive sippd myself ere now;
Whats more, it doth no longer stink;
To you a glass I joyfully will give. [Aside.
If unprepard, however, this man drink,
He hath not, as you know, an hour to live.
Mephis. Hes 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 Witch, with extraordinary gestures,
describes a circle, and places strange things
within it. The glasses meanwhile begin
to ring, the caldron to sound, and to make
music. Lastly, she brings a great book;
places the Monkeys in the circle to serve
her as a desk, and to hold the torches. She
beckons Faust to approach.
Faust. (To Mephistopheles.) Tell me,
to what doth all this tend?
Where will these frantic gestures end?
This loathsome cheat, this senseless stuff
Ive known and hated long enough.
Mephis. Mere mummery, a laugh to raise !
Pray dont be so fastidious! She
But as a leech, her hocus-pocus plays,
That well with you her potion may agree.
[He co7npels Faust to enter the circle.
( The Witch, with great emphasis, begins to
declaim from the book.)
This must thou ken :
Of one make ten,
Pass two, and then
Make square the three,
So rich thoult be.
Drop out the four!
From five and six,
Thus says the witch,
Make seven and eight.
So all is straight!
And nine is one,
And ten is none,
This is the witchs one-time-one!
Faust. The hag doth as in fever rave.
Mephis. To these will follow many a stave.
I know it well, so rings the book throughout;
Much time Ive lost in puzzling oer its
pages, _
For downright paradox, no doubt,
A mystery remains alike to fools and sages.
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Ancient the art and modern too, my friend.
Tis still the fashion as it used to be,
Error instead of truth abroad to send
By means of three and one, and one and three.
Tis ever taught and babbled in the schools.
Whod take the trouble to dispute with fools?
When words men hear, in sooth, they usually
believe,
That there must needs therein be something
to conceive.
The Witch. (Continues.)
The lofty power
Of wisdoms dower,
From all the world conceald!
Who thinketh not,
To him I wot,
Unsought it is reveald.
Faust. What nonsense doth the hag pro-
pound ?
My brain it doth well-nigh confound.
A hundred thousand fools or more,
Methinks I hear in chorus roar.
Mephis. Incomparable Sibyl cease, I pray!
Hand us thy 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.
[ lite Witch, with many ceremonies, pours
the liquor into a cup; as Faust lifts it to
his mouth, a light flame arises.
Mephis. 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.
Mephis. Now forth at once! thou darst
not rest.
Witch. And much, sir, may the liquor
profit you !
Mephis. (To the Witch.) And if to
pleasure thee I aught can do,
Pray on Walpurgis mention thy request.
Witch. Here is a song, sung oer some-
times, youll see,
That twill a singular effe<5t produce.
Mephis. (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.
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'I'hv noble idleness Ill teach thee then to prize,
And soon with ecstasy thouIt recognize
How Cupid stirs and gambols in thy heart.
Faust. Let me but gaze one moment in
the glass!
'loo lovely was that female form!
Mephis". Nay! nay!
A model which all women shall surpass,
In flesh and blood ere long thou shalt survey.
[Aside.
As works the draught, thou presently shalt greet
A Helen in each woman thou dost meet.
A .Street.
Faust. (Margaret passing by.)
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 in-
deed !
No form like hers can I recall.
Virtue she hath, and modest heed,
Is piquant too, and sharp withal.
Her cheeks soft light, her rosy lips,
No length of time will eer eclipse!
Her downward glance in passing by,
Deep in my heart is stampd for aye;
How curt and sharp her answer too!
My ravishd heart to rapture grew!
[Mephistopheles enters.
Faust. This girl must win for me! Dost
hear ?
Mephis. Which?
Faust. She who but now passd.
Mephis. What! She?
She from confession cometh here,
From every sin absolvd and free;
I crept near the confessors chair.
All innocence her virgin soul,
For next to nothing went she there;
Oer such as she Ive no control!
Faust. Shes past fourteen.
Mephis. 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 neertheless wont always do.
Faust. Sir Moralizer, prithee pause;
Nor plague me with your tiresome laws!
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 compadl end.
Mephis. What may occur just bear in
mind!
A fortnights space, at least, I need,
A fit occasion but to find.
Faust. With but seven hours I could suc-
ceed;
Nor should I want the devils wile, .
So young a creature to beguile.
Mephis. 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.
i Faust. No such incentives do I need,
i Mephis. But now, without offence 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!
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FAUST. FIRST PART.
FAUST AND MARGARET LEAVING CHURCH


A kerchief from her snowy breast,
A garter bring me,anything !
Mephis. 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?
Mephis. No !
She to a neighbors 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?
Mephis. Tis yet too soon.
Faust. Some present for my love procure!
[Exit.
Mephis. Presents so soon tis well! sue- ;
cess is sure ! |
I know full many a secret store I
Of treasure, buried long before, !
I must a little look them oer. [Exit. j
Evening. A small and neat room.
Margaret. (Braiding and binding tip her
hair.) I would give something now to
know,
Who yonder gentleman could be !
Bart.
lie 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.
Mepi-iis. Come in! tread softly! be discreet!
Faust. (After a pause.) Begone and leave
me, I entreat!
Mepi-iis. (Looking round.) Not every
maiden is so neat. [Exit.
Faust. {Gazinground.) Welcome sweet
twilight gloom which reigns,
; Through this dim place of hallowd rest!
I Fond yearning love, inspire my breast,
Feeding on hopes sweet dew thy blissful pains!
What stillness here environs me !
Content and order brood around.
What fulness in this poverty l
I In this small cell what bliss profound !
I [He throws himself on the leather arm-chair
\ beside the bed.
: Receive me thou, who hast in thine embrace,
1 Welcomd in joy and grief the ages flown !
: How oft the children of a bygone race
Have clusterd round this patriarchal throne!
Haply she, also, whom I hold so dear,
For Christmas gift, with grateful joy possessd,
Hath with the full round cheek of childhood,
here,
Her grandsires witherd hand devoutly pressd.
Maiden I feel thy spirit haunt the place,
Breathing of order and abounding grace.
As with a mothers voice it prompteth thee,
The pure white cover oer 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 slumbers dew,
To perfect grace her godlike form
With pure and hallowd 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,
j Are we the sport of every passing gale?
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Should she return and enter now,
How wouldst thou rue thy guilty flame !
Proud vaunterthou wouldst hide thy brow,
And at her feet sink down with shame.
Mephis. Quick quick below I see her
there.
Faust. Away I will return no more !
Mephis. 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 placd,
Wherewith another to obtain.
But child is child, and play is play.
Faust. I know notshall I?
Mephis. 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 youre 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 ledlure-room repair,
As if before you stood,
Arrayd in flesh and blood,
Physics and metaphysics weird and gray !
Away !
Margaret. ( With a lamp.) It is 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
Im 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 draind it,
Naught was to him so dear,
And often as he draind it,
Gushd from his eyes the tear.
When death he felt approaching,
His cities oer he told ;
And grudgd his heir no treasure
Except his cup of gold.
Girt round with knightly vassals
At a royal feast sat he,
In yon proud hall ancestral,
In his castle oer the sea.
Up stood the jovial monarch,
And quaffd his last lifes glow,
Then hurld the hallowd 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 lockd, of that Im confident.
Tis very wonderful! Whats in it I cant
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 neer saw I such a sight!
Jewels which any noble dame might wear,
For some high pageant richly dight!
How would the necklace look on me !
These splendid gems, whose may they be ?
[Sheputs 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 !

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Promenade.
Faust walking thoughtfully up and down.
To him Mephistopheles.
Mephis. By love despisd By hells fierce
fires 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 !
Mephis. Id yield me to the devil in-
stantly,
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?
Mephis. Just 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 womans 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 well deck our Ladys shrine,
Shell 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,
Hath lands and kingdoms swallowd down,
And never yet a surfeit known.
The Church alone, be it confessd,
Daughters, can ill-got wealth digest.
Faust. It is a general custom, too,
Practised alike by king and jew.
Mephis. 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.
Promisd reward in heaven, then forth he hied:
And greatly they were edified.
Faust. And Gretchen!
Mephis. In unquiet mood
Knows neither what she would or should ;
The trinkets night and day thinks oer,
On him who brought them, dwells still more.
Faust. The darlings sorrow grieves me,
bring
Another set without delay !
The first, methinks, was no great thing.
Mepi-iis. Alls to my gentleman childs 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 !
Mephis. Ay, sir! Most gladly Ill obey.
[Faust exit.
Mepi-iis. Your doting love-sick fool, with
ease,
i Merely his lady-love to please,
Sun, moon and stars in sport would puff
away. [Exit.
The Neighbors House.
Martha. (Alone.) God pardon my dear
husband, he
j Doth not in truth a£t well by me !
j Forth in the world abroad to roam,
And leave me on the straw at home.
; And yet his will I neer did thwart,
j God knows, I lovd him from my heart!
[She weeps.
Perchance hes dead !oh wretched state !
Had I but a certificate !
[Margaret comes.
Margaret. Dame Martha!
Martha. Gretchen !
| Margaret. Only think!
i My knees beneath me well-nigh sink !
Within my press Ive found to-day,
! Another case, of ebony.
: And thingsmagnificent 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.
I 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,
j Or in the church, or anywhere.
Martha. Come often over here to me,
The gems put on quite privately;
And then before the mirror walk an hour or so.
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Thus we shall have our pleasure too. j
Then suitable occasions we must seize,
As at a feast, to show them by degrees:
A chain at first, then ear-drops,and your
mother
Wont see them, or well coin some tale or
other.
Margaret. But who, I wonder, could the
caskets bring ?
I fear theres 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. [Mephistophei.es enters.
Mephis. Ive ventured to intrude to-day.
Ladies, excuse the liberty, I pray.
\JIe steps back respectfully before Margaret.
After dame Martha Schwerdtlein I inquire !
Martha. Tis I. Pray what have you to
say to me?
Mephis! (Aside to her.) I know you now, |
and therefore will retire;
At present youve distinguishd company. j
Pardon the freedom, Madam, with your leave,
I will make free to call again at eve. -
Martha. (Aloud.) Why, child, of all 1
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.
Mephis. Oh, tis not the mere ornaments '
alone;
Her glance and mien far more betray.
Rejoicd I am that I may stay. |
Martha. Your business, Sir? I long to j
know ;
Mephis. Would I could happier tidings ;
show! |
I trust mine errand youll not let me rue;
Your husbands dead, and greeteth you. i
Martha. Is dead ? True heart! Oh mis- |
ery! !
My husband dead Oh, I shall die ! |
Margaret. Alas! good Martha! dont;
despair! j
Mephis. Now listen to the sad affair !
Margaret. I for this cause should fear to
love.
The loss my certain death would prove.
Mephis. Joy still must sorrow, sorrow joy
attend.
Martha. Proceed, and tell the story of I
his end ! !
Mephis. At Padua, in St. Anthonys,
In holy ground his body lies;
Quiet and cool his place of rest,
With pious ceremonials blest.
Marti-ia. And had you naught besides to
bring?
Mephis. 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 stord,
And rather hungers, rather begs than spend !
Mephis. 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 bewaild still more.
Margaret. Alas That men should thus
be doomd to woe !
I for his soul will many a requiem pray.
Mephis. 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.
Mephis. If not a spouse, a gallant let it be.
Among heavens choicest gifts I place
So sweet a darling to embrace.
Margaret. Our land doth no such usage
know.
Mephis. Usage or not, it happens so.
Martha. Go on, I pray !
Mephis. 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! Ive
long forgiven him, indeed!
Mephis. Though she, God knows, was
more to blame than I.
Martha. What, on the brink of death
assert a lie!
Mephis. If I am skilld 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;
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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 for-
gotten quite ?
My weary drudgery by day and night 1
Mephis. 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 favor crownd;
We took a Turkish vessel which conveyd |
Rich store of treasure for the Sultans court; j
Its own reward our gallant adtion brought;
The capturd prize was shared among the crew,
And of the treasure I receivd my due.
Martha. How? Where? The treasure j
hath he buried, pray ? |
Mephis. Where the four winds have blown
it, who can say?
In Naples as he strolld, a stranger there,
A comely maid took pity on my friend ;
And gave such tokens of her love and care,
That he retaind 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!
Mephis. Well, he hath paid the forfeit, and
is dead.
Now were I in your place, my counsel hear;
My weeds Id 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 lovd too well abroad to roam;
Lovd foreign women too, and foreign wine,
And lovd besides the dice accursd.
Mephis. 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 .pleasd
to jest!
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Mephis. (Aside.) Now to be off in time, !
were best!
Shed make the very devil marry her.
[ To Margaret.
How fares it with your heart?
Margaret. How mean you, Sir?
Mephis. (Aside.) The sweet young inno-
cent! [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 interrd.
To forms Ive always been attachd indeed,
His death I fain would in the journals read.
Mephis. Ay, madam, what two witnesses
declare'
Is held as valid everywhere; i
A gallant friend I have, not far from here,
Who will for you before the judge appear. ;
Ill bring him straight.
Martha. I pray you do!
Mephis. And this young lady, we shall
find her too?
A noble youth, far traveled, he,
Shows to the sex all courtesy.
Margaret. I in his presence needs must
blush for shame.
Mephis. Not in the presence of a crowned
king!
Martha. The garden, then, behind my
house well name,
There well await you both this evening.
A Street.
Faust. Mephistopheles.
Faust. How is it now? How speeds it?
Ist in train?
Mephis. Bravo! I find you all aflame !
Gretchen full soon your own youll name.
This eve, at neighbor Marthas, her youll
meet again;
The woman seems expressly made
To drive the pimp and gypsys trade.
Faust. Good!
Mephis. But from us she something would
request.
Faust. A favor claims return as this world
goes.
Mephis. We have on oath but duly to attest
That her dead husbands limbs, outstretchd,
repose
In holy ground at Padua.
Faust. Sage indeed!
So I suppose we straight must journey there!
Mephis. Sancla simplicitas! For that no
need!
Without much knowledge we have but to
swear.
Faust. If you have nothing better to sug-
gest,
Against your plan I must at once protest.
Mephis. Oh, holy man! methinks I have
you there !
In all your life say, have you neer
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 confessd,
As much as of Herr Schwerdtleins death you
know!
Faust. Thou art and dost remain liar and
sophist too.
Mephis. Ay, if one did not take a some-
what deeper view!
To-morrow, in all honor, thou
Poor Gretchen wilt befool, and vow
Thy souls deep love, in lovers fashion.
Faust. And from my heart.
Mephis. All good and fair!
Then deathless constancy thouIt swear;
Speak of one all-oermastering passion,
Will that too issue from the heart?
Faust. Forbear!
When passion sways me, and I seek to frame
Fit 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?
Mephis. Yet am I right!
Faust. Mark this, my friend,
And spare my lungs: whoeer to have the
right is fain,
If he have but a tongue, wherewith his point
to gain,
Will gain it in the end.
But come, of gossip I am weary quite;
Because Ive no resource, thourt in the right.
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Garden.
Margaret on Fausts arm. Marti-ta with
Mephistopiieles walking up and down.
Margaret. I feel it, you but spare my
ignorance,
To shame me, sir, you stoop 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.
Faust. One glance, one word of thine
doth charm me more,
Than the worlds wisdom or the sages lore.
\_Hc kisses her hand.
Margaret. Nay! trouble not yourself!
A hand so coarse,
So rude as mine, now can you kiss!
What constant work at home must I not do
perforce!
My mother too exadling is.
[ They pass on.
Martha. Thus, sir, unceasing travel is
your lot?
Mepi-iis. Traffic and duty urge us! With
what pain
Are we compelld to leave full many a spot,
Where yet we dare not once remain!
Martha. In youths wild years, with vigor
crownd,
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.
Mephis. The prospect fills me with dis-
may.
Martha. Therefore in time, dear sir, re-
fledt, 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. Trust me, my angel, what doth
pass for sense
Full oft is self-conceit and blindness !
Margaret. How ?
Faust. Simplicity and holy innocence,
When will ye learn your hallowd worth to
know ?
Ah, when will meekness and humility,
Kind and all-bounteous naturesloftiest 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,
I And I must cook, sew, knit and sweep,
I 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;
j Than others we might make more show in-
| deed;
! My father left behind a small estate,
! A house and garden near the city-wall.
; Quiet enough my life has been of late;
1 My brother for a soldiers gone;
My little sisters dead; the babe to rear
, Occasiond 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 !
Margare t. I reard it up, and it grew fond
of me.
1 After my fathers 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 regaind her strength.
Weak as she was, twas vain for her to try
I Herself to suckle the poor babe, so I
I Reared it on milk and water all alone;
. And thus the child became as twere my own;
Within my arms it stretchd 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 stirrd;
One while I was obligd to give it food,
j Or to my arms the darling take;
From bed full oft must rise, wheneer its cry I
I heard,
! And, dancing it, must pace the chamber to and
i fr>
i Stand at the wash-tub early; forthwith go
i To market, and then mind the cooking too
To-morrow like to-day, the whole year through.
Ah, sir, thus living, it must be confessd
Ones spirits are not always of the best;
; Yet it a relish gives to food and rest,
j [ They pass on.
Martha. Poor women we are badly off,
I I own;
A bachelors conversions hard, indeed !


Mephis. 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 ?
Idas your heart neer attachd itself as yet?
Mephis. Ones own fireside and a good
wife are gold
And pearls of price, so says the proverb old.
Martha. I mean, has passion never stirrd
your breast?
Mephis. Ive everywhere been well re-
ceivd, I own.
Martha. Yet hath your heart no earnest
preference known ?
Mephis. With ladies one should neer pre-
sume to jest.
Martha. Ah you mistake !
Mephis. Im sorry Im so blind !
But this I knowthat 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 confusd. 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 seemd as if it struck him suddenly,
Heres just a girl with whom one may make
free!
Yet I must own that then I scarcely knew
What in your favor 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, youll 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 heav-
enly bliss!
Margaret. (Continues.) He loves me
nothe loves menot
[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 !
Knowst 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 ones self 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 her-
self", and rims away. He stands a moment
in thought, and then follows her.
Martha. (Approaching.) Nights closing.
Mephis. Yes, well 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 neighbors, who goes in
and out;
And scandals busy still, do whatsoeer one
may.
And our young couple ?
Mephis. They have flown up there.
The wanton butterflies!
Martha. He seems to take to her.
Mephis. 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
Thinkst 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.) Whos there?
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ARTIST : FRANZ SIMM.
FAUST. FIRST PART.
FAUST AND MARGARET IN THE GARDEN.


Mephis. A friend!
Faust. A brute !
Mephis. Tis time to part.
Martha. (Comes.) Ay, it is late, good
sir. Faust. Maynt I attend you, then?
Margaret. Oh nomy 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 !
Abashd 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. (Alone.) Spirit sublime! Thou
gavst me, gavst me all
For which I prayd Not vainly hast thou
turnd
To me thy countenance in flaming fire:
Gavst me glorious nature for my realm,
And also power to feel her and enjoy;
Not merely with a cold and wondring 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 neighbor trunks and
boughs,
While with the hollow noise the hill resounds,
Then thou dost lead me to some shelterd cave,
Dost there reveal me to myself, and show
Of my own bosom the mysterious depths.
And when, with soothing beam, the moons
pale orb
Full in my view climbs up the pathless sky,
From crag and dewy grove the silvery forms
Of bygone ages hover, and assuage
The joy austere of contemplative thought.
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Oh, that naught perfect is assignd to man,
I feel, alas With this exalted joy,
Which lifts me near and nearer to the gods,
Thou gavst me this companion, unto whom
I needs must cling, though cold and in-
solent;
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.
[ Meph i stoph eles enters.
Mephis. Of this lone life have you not had
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.
Mephis. Well! well! Ill leave you to
yourself with pleasure,
A serious tone you hardly dare employ.
To part from one so crazy, harsh and cross
I should not find a grievous loss.
The livelong day, for you I toil and fret;
Neer from his worships face a hint I get,
What pleases him, or what to let alone.
Faust. Ay truly! that is just the proper i
tone! |
He wearies me, and would with thanks be ;
paid !
Mepi-iis. Poor Son of Earth, without my
aid,
How would thy weary days have flown ?
Thee of thy foolish whims Ive curd,
Thy vain imaginations banishd,
And but for me, be well assurd,
Thou from this sphere must soon have van-
ishd.
In rocky hollows and in caverns drear,
Why like an owl sit moping here?
Wherefore from dripping stones and moss with
ooze imbued,
Dost suck, like any toad, thy food?
A rare, sweet pastime. Verily !
The doctor cleaveth still to thee.
Faust. Dost comprehend what bliss with- i
out alloy
From this wild wandring in the desert
springs ?
Couldst thou but guess the new life-power it
brings,
Thou wouldst be fiend enough to envy me my
joy.
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Mephis. 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 laboring breast the six-days birth,
Enjoy, in proud delight what no one knows,
While your love-rapture oer creation flows,
The earthly lost in beatific vision,
And then the lofty intuition
[ With a gesture.
I need not tell you howto close !
Faust. Fie on you !
Mephis. 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 re-
nounce.
Well, to be brief, the joy as fit occasions rise,
I grudge you not, of specious lies.
But soon the self-deluding vein
Is past, once more thourt whirld away,
And should it last, thouIt be the prey
Of 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 oerpowering rush,
Like mountain torrent, swollen by the melted
snow;
Full in her heart didst pour the sudden gush,
Now has thy brooklet ceasd to flow.
Instead of sitting thrond midst forests wild,
It would become so great a lord
To comfort the enamourd 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 oer 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 lovesick evermore.
Faust. Snake Serpent vile !
Mephis. (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-distra<5led sense,
Kindle anew the smouldering flame !


Mephis. What wouldst thou She thinks
youve taken flight;
It seems shes partly in the right.
Faust. Im near her stilland should I
distant rove,
Her I can neer forget, neer lose her love ;
And all things touchd by those sweet lips of
hers,
Even the very Host my envy stirs.
Mephis. Tis well! I oft have envid you
indeed,
The twin-pair that among the roses feed.
Faust. Pander, avaunt!
Mephis. Go to I laugh, the while you
rail.
The power which fashiond youth and maid,
Well understood the noble trade;
So neither shall occasion fail.
But hence !In truth a case for gloom !
Bethink thee, to thy mistress room
And not to death shouldst go !
Faust. What is to me heavens joy within
her arms ?
What though my life her bosom warms !
Do I not ever feel her woe ?
The outcast am I not, who knows no rest,
Inhuman monster, aimless and unblest,
Who, like the greedy surge, from rock to
rock,
Sweeps down the dread abyss with desperate
j shock ?
I While she, within her lowly cot, which gracd
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The Alpine slope, beside the waters wild,
Her homely cares in that small world em-
bracd,
Secluded livd, a simple artless child.
Wast 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!
Merhis. 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 devils pluck thourt wont to show;
As for a devil who despairs,
Theres naught so mawkish here below.
Margarets 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 to me;
And bitter as gall
The whole world to me.
My wilderd 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 hands fond pressure,
And ahhis 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 !
Marthas Garden.
Margaret and Faust.
Margaret. Promise me, Henry
Faust. What I can 5
Margaret. How is it with religion in thy
mind?
Thou art a dear kind-hearted man,
But Im afraid not piously inclind.
Faust. Forbear! Thou feelst I love thee
alone;
For those I love, my life I would lay down,
And none would of their faith or church be-
reave.
Margaret. Thats not enough, we must
ourselves believe!
Faust. Must we?
Margaret. Ah, could I but thy soul in-
spire !
Thou honorest not the sacraments, alas!
Faust. I honor 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
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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 I not gaze into thine eyes?
Natures 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 soeer 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 heavens sunshine, every-
where,
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 Im not reconcild;
Theres 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 spirits inmost depths abhor;
As his loathd visage, in my life before,
Naught to my heart eer gave a pang so great.
Faust. Fear not, 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 oer me steal;
That hes a villain my convictions 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-conceald;
That he, with naught on earth can sympathize
is clear;
Upon his brow tis legibly reveald,
That to his heart no living soul is dear.
So blest I feel, within thine arms,
So warm and happyfree from all alarms;
And still my heart doth close when he comes
near.
Faust. Foreboding angel! check thy fear!
Margaret. It so oermasters me, that
when
Or wheresoeer his step I hear,
I almost think, no more I love thee then.
Besides, when he is near, I neer could pray,
This eats into my heart; with thee
The same, my Henry, it must be.
Faust. Th is is an t i path y!
Margaret. I must away.
Faust. For one brief hour then may I
never rest,
And heart to heart, and soul to soul be
pressd?
Margaret. Ah, if I slept alone, to-night
The bolt I fain would leave undrawn for thee;
But then my mothers sleep is light,
Were we surprisd bv her, ah me!
Upon the spot I should be dead.
Faust. Dear angel! theres no cause for
dread.
Here is a little phial,if she take
Mixd 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 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.
Mephis. The monkey! Is she gone?
Faust. Again hast playd the spy?
Mephis. Of all that passd Im well ap-
prisd,
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ARTIST: FRANZ SIMM.
FAUST. FIRST PART.
MARGARET AT THE SHRINE,


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 lie will surely marry her?
Bessy. Not he!
He wont be such a fool! a gallant lad
Like him can roam oer land and sea;
Besides, lies off.
Margaret. That is not fair!
Bessy. If she should get him, twere al-
most as bad!
Her myrtle wreath the boys would tear 3
And then we girls would plague her too,
For we choppd straw before her door would
strew! \Iixit.
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 seemd, I blackend 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 urgd me to transgress,
Sweet heaven, it was so good so dear!
ZwiNGER.
Enclosure between the City-wall and the Gate, j
\In the niche of the wall a devotional image \
of the Mater Dolorosa, with jloiuer-pots \
before it. \
Margaret. (Putting fresh flowers in the j
pots.) Ah, rich in sorrow, thou, ]
Stoop thy maternal brow,
And mark with pitying eye my misery!
The sword in thy piercd heart,
Thou dost with bitter smart,
Gaze upwards on thy Sons 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, wheresoeer I go,
With woe, with woe, with woe,
My anguishd 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 pluckd 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 Margarets door.
Valentine. (A soldier, Margarets
brother.) When seated mong the jovial
crowd
Where merry comrades boasting loud,
Each namd with pride his favorite lass,
And in her honor draind 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 talkd his fill,
i Then smiling I my beard would stroke,
! The while, with brimming glass, I spoke ;
j Each to his taste!but to my mind,
! Where in the country will you find,
j A maid, as my dear Gretchen fair,
Who with my sister can compare?
Cling clang so rang the jovial sound !
j Shouts of assent went circling round ;
Pride of her sex is she !cried some;
Then were the noisy boasters dumb,
j
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 smashd them one and all,
Yet them I could not liars call.
Who comes this way? whos sneaking here?
If I mistake not, two draw near.
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First, to the devil the guitar Ill send!
Then to the devil with the singer too !
Mephis. The poor guitar! tis done for now.
Valentine. Your skull shall follow next, I
trow!
Mephis. (To Faust.) Doctor, stand fast!
your strength collect!
Be prompt, and do as I diredl.
Out with your whisk keep close, I pray,
Ill parry! do you thrust away!
Valentine. Then parry that !
Mephis. Why not ?
Valentine. That too!
Mephis. With ease!
Valentine. The devil fights for you !
Why how is this? my hands already lamed !
Mephis. (To Faust.) Thrust home !
Valentine. {Falls.) Alas!
Mephis. There Now the lubbers 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 mothers son.
Margaret. Almighty God I am undone !
Valentine. Im dyingtis a soon-told
tale,
And sooner done the deed.
Why, women, do ye howl and wail ?
To my last words give heed !
[Allgather round him.
Gretchen, thourt still of tender age,
And, well I wot, not over sage,
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 Gods holy name profane !
Whats 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,
ThouIt common be to all the town.
When infamy is newly born,
In secret she is brought to light,
And the mysterious veil of night
Oer 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 days 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 infedts the street.
Thy heart will sink in blank despair,
When they shall look thee in the face 1
A golden chain no more thouIt wear
Nor near the altar take in church thy place
In fair lace collar simply dight
ThouIt dance no more with spirits light
In darksome corners thou wilt bide,
Where beggars vile and cripples hide
And een though God thy crime forgive,
On earth, a thing accursd, thouIt live !
Martha. Your parting soul to God com-
mend ;
Your dying breath in slander will you spend ?
Valentine. Could I but reach thy witherd
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 dishonor piercd my heart,
Thy fall the fatal death-stab gave.
Through the death-sleep I now depart
To God, a soldier true and brave. [Dies.
Cathedral.
Sendee, 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 earnest,
And from the small and well-connd book
Didst lisp thy prayer,
Half childish sport,
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Half God in thy young heart!
Gretchen !
What thoughts are thine?
What deed of shame
Lurks in thy sinful heart?
Is thy prayer utterd for thy mothers soul,
Who into long, long torment slept through
thee ?
Whose blood is on thy threshold ?
And stirs there not already neath thy heart
Another quickning 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 iron, dies ilia,
Solvet sceclum in favilla.
[ 71 ic organ sounds.
Evil-Spirit. Grim horror seizes thee!
The trumpet sounds!
The graves are shaken !
And thy heart
From ashy rest
For torturing flames
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Anew created,
Trembles into life !
Margaret. Would I were hence !
It is as if the organ
Chokd my breath,
As if the choir
Melted my inmost heart!
Chorus. Judex ergo cum sedebit,
Quidquid latct adparebit,
Nil inultum remanebit.
Margaret. I feel oppressd !
The pillars on 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!
Woes thee!
Chorus. Quid sum miser tunc didlurus ?
Quern patronum rogaturus /
Ctim 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 diclurus.
Margaret. Neighbor! your smelling
bottle ! [67w swoons away.
WALPURGIS-NIGHT.
The Hartz Mountains.
District of Schierke and Elend.
Faust and Mephistopheles.
Mephis. A broomstick dost thou not at
least desire ?
The roughest he-goat fain would I bestride,
By this road from our goal were 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 ?
i Along the labyrinth of these vales to creep,
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FAUST.
FIRST PART.
4 THE DEATH OF VALENTINE.


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;
Een the late pine-grove feels her quickening
powers;
Should she not work within these limbs of
ours ?
Mephis. 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 moons imperfedl round,
Shedding so faint a light at every tread
Ones 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.
Mephis. Ho ho !
So man, forsooth, he thinks to imitate !
Now, in the devils name, for once go straight,
Or out at once your flickering life Ill blow!
Ignis Fatuus. That you are master here is
obvious quite;
To do your will, Ill cordially essay;
Only refledl! The hill is magic-mad to-night;
And if to show the path you choose a meteors
light,
You must not wonder should we go astray.
Faust, Mepiiistopheles, Ignis Fatuus.
\In alternate song.
Through this dream and magic-sphere,
Lead us on, thou flickering guide.
Pilot well our bold career !
That we may with onward stride
Gain yon vast and desert waste !
See how tree on tree with haste
Rush amain, the granite blocks
Make obeisance as they go !
Hark the grim, long-snouted rocks,
How they snort, and how they blow !
Brook and brooklet hurrying flow
Through the turf and stones along ;
Hark, the rustling Hark, the song !
Hearken to loves plaintive lays;
Voices of those heavenly days
What we hope, and what we love !
Like the song of olden time,
Echos voice repeats the chime.
To-whit! To-whoo It sounds more near;
Pewit, owl, and jay appear,
All awake, around, above !
Paunchy salamanders too
Crawl, 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 !
Mephis. Now grasp my doubletwe at last
Have reached a central precipice,
Whence we a wondering glance may cast,
How Mammon lights the dark abyss.
Faust. How through the chasms strangely
gleams,
A lurid light, like dawns red glow,
Pervading with its quivering beams,
The gorges of the gulf below!
There vapors rise, there clouds float by,
And here through mist the splendor shines;
Now, like a fount, it bursts on high,
Now glideth on in slender lines;
Far-reaching, with a hundred veins,
Through the far valley see it glide,
Here, where the gorge the flood 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!
Mephis. Sir Mammon for this festival,
Grandly illumes his palace hall!
To see it was a lucky chance;
Een now the boistrous guests advance.
Faust. How the fierce tempest sweeps
around!
Upon my neck it strikes with sudden shock!
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Mephis. Cling to these ancient ribs of
granite rock,
Else it will hurl you down to yon abyss pro-
found.
A murky vapor thickens night.
Hark! Through the woods the tempests
roar!
The owlets flit in wild affright.
Split are the columns that upbore
The leafy palace, green for aye:
The shiverd 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-strown precipice,
The raging storm-blasts howl and hiss!
Hearst thou voices sounding clear,
Distant now and now more near?
Hark! the mountain ridge along,
Streameth a raving magic-song !
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:
Oer stick and oer stone they go whirling
along,
Witches and he-goats, a motley throng.
Voices. Alone old Baubos coming now;
She rides upon .a farrow sow.
Chorus. Honor to her, to whom honor is
due!
Forward, Dame Baubo Honor to you!
A goodly sow and mother thereon,
The whole witch chorus follows anon.
Voice. Which way didst come?
Voice. Oer Ilsenstein!
There I peepd in an owlets nest.
With her broad eye she gazed in mine!
Voice. Drive to the devil, thou hellish
pest!
Why ride so hard ?
Voice. She has grazd 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;
Crushd is the mother, and stifled the child.
Wizards. (Half chorus.) Like house-
encumberd snail we creep;
While far ahead the women keep,
For when to the devils 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 cleard 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 hushd, the
stars grow pale,
The pensive moon her light doth veil;
And whirling on, the magic choir,
Sputter forth sparks of drizzling fire.
Voice. (From below.) Stay! stay!
Voice. (From above.) What voice of
woe
Calls from the cavernd depths below?
Voice. (From beloiv.) Take me with you!
Oh take me too!
Three centuries I climb in vain,
And yet can neer the summit gain!
To be with my kindred I am fain.
Both Choruses. Broom and pitchfork,
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 heaths wide regions cover ye
With your mad swarms of witchery!
[ They let themselves down.
Mephis. 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 severd be.
Where art thou ?
Faust. (In the distance.) Here!
Mephis. Already whirld so far away!
The master then indeed I needs must play.
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Faust. First Part.
Give ground Squire Voland comes Sweet
folk, give ground !
Mere, doctor, grasp me With a single bound
Let us escape this ceaseless jar ;
Lven 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! well slip in
there.
Faust. Spirit of contradiction Lead !
Ill follow straight!
Twas wisely done, however, to repair
On May-night to the Brocken, and when
there,
By our own choice ourselves to isolate !
Mephis. Mark, of those flames the motley
glare!
A merry club assembles there.
In a small circle one is not alone.
Faust. Id 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.
Mepiiis. Ay and full many a one be 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, veild more prudently.
For my sake only courteous be !
The troubles small, the sport is rare.
Of instruments I hear the cursed din
One must get used to it. Come in come in !
Theres now no help for it. Ill 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 ?
Mephis. Though I am wont indeed to
strict incognito,
Yet upon gala-days one must ones 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 theres no dis-
guise.
From fire to fire, well saunter at our leisure,
The gallant you, Ill cater for your pleasure.
(To a party seated round some expiring em-
bers.)
Old gentlemen, 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,
Whateer for them one may have done;
The people are like women, they
Honor your rising stars alone !
Minister. Too far from truth and right
they wander now;
I must extol the good old ways,
For truly when all spoke our praise,
Then was the golden age, I trow.
Parvenu. Neer were we mong your dul-
lards found,
And what we ought not, that we did of old ;
Yet now are all things turning round,
Just when we most desired them fast to hold.
Author. Who, as a rule, a treatise now
would care
To read, of even moderate sense?
As for the rising generation, neer
Has youth displayed such arrogant pretence.
Mephis. (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 honor them with your inspection.
Lose not this opportunity!
No fellow to my booth youll find
On earth, for mong my store theres naught,
Which to the world, and to mankind,
Hath not some direful mischief wrought.
No dagger here which hath not flowd with
blood,
No bowl which hath not pourd into some
healthy frame
Hot poisons life-consuming flood,
No trinket, but hath wrought some womans
shame,
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No weapon but hath cut some sacred tie,
Or from behind hath stabbd an enemy.
Mephis. Gossip! For wares like these
the times gone by.
Whats done is past! whats past is done !
With novelties your booth supply;
Now novelties attract alone.
Faust. May this wild scene my senses spare !
This, may in truth be calld a fair !
Mephis. Upward the eddying concourse
throng;
Thinking to push, thyself art pushd along.
Faust. Whos that, pray?
Mephis. Mark her well! Thats Lilith.
Faust. Who?
Mephis. Adams first wife. Of her rich
locks beware!.
That charm in which shes paralleld 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 !
Mephis. Here there is no repose to-day.
Another dance begins; well join it, come
away!
Faust. (Dancing with the young one.)
Once a fair vision came to me;
Therein I saw an apple tree,
Two beauteous apples charmd mine eyes;
I climbd forthwith to reach the prize.
The Fair One. Apples still fondly ye de-
sire,
From paradise it hath been so.
Feelings of joy my breast inspire
That such too in my garden grow.
Mephis. j(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 pleasd 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. (Dcuicing.) Then at our
ball, what doth he here ?
Faust. (Dancing.) Oh! He must every-
where appear.
He musr adjudge, when others dance;
If on each step his says not said,
So is that step as good as never made.
Pies most annoyd, 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 respedt pro-
found !
Proctophantasmist. Still here what ar-
rogance unheard of quite !
Vanish; we now have filld the world with
light!
Laws are unheeded by the devils host;
Wise as we are, yet Tegel hath its ghost!
How long at this conceit Ive swept with all
my might,
Lost is the labor: tis unheard of quite !
The Fair One. Cease here to tea/e 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 Im prepard my travels to pursue,
And hope, before my final step indeed,
To triumph over bards and devils too.
Mephis. Now in some puddle will he take
his station,
Such is his mode of seeking consolation ;
Where leeches, feasting on his blood, will
drain
Spirit and spirits from his haunted 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.
Mephis. Suppose there did! One must not
be too nice:
Twas well it was not gray, let that suffice.
Who mid his pleasures for a trifle cares?
Faust. Then saw I
Mephis. 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 delusions strong,
That she the likeness of my Gretchen wears.
Mephis. Gaze not upon her! Tis not
good! Forbear!
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An idol. Such to meet with, bodes no !
good;
That rigid look of hers doth freeze mans
blood,
And well-nigh petrifies his heart to stone:
The story of Medusa thou hast known.
Faust. Ay, verily! a corpses eyes are
those,
Which there was no fond loving hand to close.
That is the bosom I so fondly pressd,
That my sweet Gretchens form, so oft caressd !
Mepiiis. Deluded fool! Tis magic, I de-
clare !
To each she doth his lovd ones 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 knifes blunt edge !
! Mephis. 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,whats 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 enadl it too.
Excuse me, gentlemen; to mes assignd
As dilettante to uplift the curtain.
Mephis. You on the Blocksberg Im re-
joicd to find,
That tis your most appropriate sphere is certain.
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ARTIST : FRANZ SIMM.
FAUST. FIRST PART.
WALPURGIS NIGHT


Theatre.
Manager. Vales, where mists still shift and
play,
To ancient hill 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, are ye hovering near,
Show yourselves around us !
King and queen behold ye here,
Love hath newly bound us.
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;
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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!
(So/o.)
Yonder doth the bagpipe come !
Its sack an airy bubble.
Schnick, schnick, schnack, with nasal hum,
Its notes it doth redouble.
Embryo Spirit. Spiders foot and midges
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 be-
lieve my eyes?
Ist 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 toos a genuine devil.
Northern Artist. These that Im 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 gatherd here,
But two alone wear powder!
Young Witch. Your powder and your petti-
coat
Suit hags, theres no gainsaying;
Hence I sit fearless on my goat,
My naked charms displaying.
Matron. Were 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 gnats
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 colledled !
Gay bachelors, a hopeful crew,
And brides so unaffedted !
Weathercock. (Towards the other side.)
Unless indeed the yawning ground
Should open to receive them,
From this vile crew, with sudden bound,
To hell Id jump and leave them.
Xenien. With small sharp shears, in insedt
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 theyre jesting!
That they have tender hearts and true,
They stoutly keep protesting!
Musaget. Ones self 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 Germanys Parnassus.
Inquisitive Traveller. How name ye that
stiff formal man,
Who strides with lofty paces?
He tracks the game whereer 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 eredted.
Dancer. Another choir is drawing nigh,
Far off the drums are beating.
Be still! tis but the bitterns cry,
Its changeless note repeating.
Dancing Master. Each twirls about and
never stops,
And as he can advances.
The crooked leaps, the clumsy hops,
Nor careth how he dances.
Fiddler. To take each others life, I trow,
Would cordially delight them!
As Orpheus lyre the beasts, so now
The bagpipe doth unite them.
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Dogmatist. My views, in spite of doubt and
sneer,
I hold with stout persistence,
Inferring from the devils here,
The evil ones existence.
Idealist. My every sense rules Phantasy
With sway quite too potential;
Sure Im demented if the /
Alone is the essential.
Realist. This entitys a dreadful bore,
And cannot choose but vex me;
The ground beneath me neer before
Thus totterd to perplex me.
Supernaturalist. Well pleasd 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 theyre 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 gnats proboscis;
Most tuneful serenading!
The Knowing Ones. Sans-souci, so this host
we greet,
Their jovial humor showing;
Theres now no walking on our feet,
So on our heads were going.
The Awkward Ones. In seasons past we
snatchd, tis true,
Some titbits by our cunning;
Our shoes, alas, are now dancd through,
On our bare soles were running.
Will-o-the-Wisps. From marshy bogs we
sprang to light,
Yet here behold us dancing;
The gayest gallants of the night,
In glittring rows advancing.
Shooting Star. With rapid motion from on
high,
I shot in starry splendor;
Now prostrate on the grass I lie;
Who aid will kindly render?
The Massive Ones. Room! wheel round!
Theyre coming! lo!
Down sink the bending grasses.
Though spirits, yet their limbs, we know,
Are huge substantial masses.
Puck. Dont stamp so heavily, I pray;
Like elephants youre 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 ethers calm dominions.
Orchestra. (Pianissimo.) Drifting cloud
and misty wreathes
Are filld with light elysian;
Oer reed and leaf the zephyr breathes
So fades the fairy vision !
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Faust and Me-
PHISTOPH ELES.
Faust.
N misery despairing !
long wandering piti-
fully 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!Per-
fidious, 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 pres-
ence 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 !
Mephis. She is not the first.
Faust. Hound Execrable monster !
Back with him, oh thou infinite spirit! back
with the reptile into his dogs shape, in which
it was his wont to scamper before me at even-
tide, to roll before the feet of the harmless
wanderer, and to fasten on his shoulders when
he fell! Change him again into his favorite
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 con-
ceivable, 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-pardon-
ing 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 !
Mephis. Now we are once again at our
wits 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 glo-
rious 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 ?
Mephis. Hast done?
Faust. Save her !or woe to thee The
direst of curses on thee for thousands of years!
Mephis. 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.
Mephis. Wouldst grasp the thunder?
Well for you, poor mortals, that tis not
yours to wield! To smite to atoms the being,
however innocent, who obstruds his path, such
is the tyrants fashion of relieving himself in
difficulties !
Faust. Convey me thither She shall be
free!
Mephis. 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
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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!
Condudl me thither, I say, and set her free!
Mephis. I will condudt thee. And what ;
I can do,hear! Have I all power in heaven !
and upon earth? Ill cloud the senses of the '
warder,do thou possess thyself of the keys ;
and lead her forth with human hand I will 1
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. M e ph i sto ph eles .
(Rushing along on black horses.) ;
Faust. What weave they yonder round
the Ravenstone? j
Mephis. I know not what they shape and :
brew. |
Faust. Theyre soaring, swooping, bend-
ing, stooping.
Mephis. A witches pack.
Faust. They charm, they strew.
Mephis. On on !
Dungeon.
Faust. ( With a bunch of keys and a lamp
before a small iron door.) A fear un-
wonted oer my spirit falls;
Mans concentrated woe oerwhelms me here !
She dwells immurd within these dripping
walls;
Her only trespass a delusion dear !
Thou lingerest at the fatal door ?
Thou dreadst to see her face once more ?
On While thou dalliest, draws her death-
hour near.
[He seizes the lock. Margaret 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 !
Faus t. ( Opening the lock.) Ah she fore-
bodes not that her lovers near,
The clanking chains, the rustling straw, to
hear. [He enters.
Margaret. (Hiding her face in the bed of
straw.) Woe! woe! they come! oh bit-
ter tis to die !
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Faust. (Softly.) Hush! hush! be still!
1 come to set thee tree !
Margaret. ( Throwing herself at his feet.)
If thou art human, feel my misery !
Faust. Thou wilt awake the jailor with thy
cry !
[11'e grasps the chains to unlock them.
Margaret. (On her knees.) Who, heads-
man, unto thee this power
Oer me could give?
Thou comst for me at midnight-hour,
lie merciful, and let me live !
Is morrows dawn not time enough?
[She stands up.
Im 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 ;
'lorn lies the garland, the fair blossoms strewd.
Nay, seize me not with hand so rude !
Spare me What harm have I eer done to thee ?
Oh, let me not in vain implore !
I neer 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 livelong night;
'1'hey took it from me but to give me pain,
And now they say that I my child have slain.
Gladness I neer 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,
Hells flames are all aglow !
Beneath the floor,
With hideous noise,
The devils roar!
Faust. (Aloud.) Gretchen! Gretchen !
Margaret. (Listening.) That was my
lovd ones voice !
springs up, the chains fall off.
Where is he? I heard him calling me.
Free am I! Theres 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 hells 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! wheres now the torturing
pain ?
Where are the fetters? where the dungeons
gloom ?
Tis thou To save me thou art come !
And I am savd !
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 stayd.
Faust. (Endeavoring to lead her away.)
Come come away !
Margaret. Oh, do not haste !
I love to linger where thou stavest.
[Caressing him.
Faust. Ah haste For if thou still de-
lavest,
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 oer me
steal ?
As thou wouldst stifle me thou then didst
kiss!
Kiss me!
Or Ill 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 !
Ill cherish thee with ardor 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! Oh, 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 be-
gins to wane.
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Margaret. I sent my mother to her grave,
I drownd my child beneath the wave.
Was it not given to thee and methee 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
Theres 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! j
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 graves without,
If death lurk there !
Hence to the everlasting resting-place,
And not one step beyond !Thourt 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 Ive 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 wakd 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 mv garland !
Its bloom is oer !
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 Im hurried along,
To the seat of blood already Im 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 1 had neer been born !
Mephis. (Appears without.) Up! or youre
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!
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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 !
Mephis. (To Faust.) Come! come! Ill
leave thee else to share her doom !
Margaret. Father, Im thine Save me !
To thee I come !
END OF
Ye angels Ye angelic hosts descend,
Encamp around to guard me and defend !
Henry! I shudder now to look on thee!
Mephis. She now is judged !
Voices. (From above.) Is saved !
Mephis. (To Faust.) Come thou with
me ! [ Vanishes with Faust.
Voice. (From within, dying away.) Henry !
Henry!
PART I.
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ARTIST: FRANZ SIMM.
FAUST. FIRST PARI'.
MARGARET IN PRISON


DRAMATIS PERSONS.
Faust.
Mephistopheles (in various disguises).
ALSO IN
ACT I.
Ariel.
Emperor.
Fool (Mephistopheles).
Chancellor.
Commander-in-Chiek.
Treasurer.
Marshal.
Astrologer.
Various Ladies, Gentlemen and Pages of the court. Also numerous male and female masks.
Scene Chiefly in the different apartments and Pleasure Garden of the Imperial Palace.
ACT II.
Famulus. Wagner.
Baccai.aureus. Homunculus.
Numerous mythical personages and monsters appearing in the Classical Walpurgis-Night.
SceneFausts Study; afterwards the Pharsalian Plains.
ACT III.
Helen. Euphorion, Helens Son.
Phorkyad (Mephistopheles). Panthalis and Chorus of Trojan women.
Lynceus, the Watchman.
SceneAt first the supposed Palace of Menelaus in Sparta; afterwards the Courtyard
of a mediceval castle, and finally a rocky dell.
ACT IV.
The three mighty men: Bully, Havequick and Holdfast.
Speedquick.
The Emperor, and other officers of his Court, as in Act I.
SceneA high mountainous country and the adjacent neighborhood.
ACT V.
Baucis.
Philemon.
A Wanderer.
Lynceus.
The four gray women : Want, Guilt, Care
and Need.
Lemures.
A Penitent, formerly Margaret.
Dr. Marianus.
Chorus of Angels and Penitents and various Heavenly ckarablers.
SceneThe neighborhood of Fausts Palace, afterwards rocky heights and the higher
regions of the sky.
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ACT I.
A Pleasing Landscape.
Faust reclining upon flowery turf \ restless,
seeking sleep.
Twilight.
Circle of spirits, hovering, flit around.
Gracef ul, liny forms.
Ariel. (Song, accompanied by ALohan
harps.) When, in vernal showers de-
scending,
Blossoms gently veil the earth,
When the fields green wealth, up-tending,
Gleams on all of mortal birth:
Tiny elves, where help availeth,
Large of heart, there fly apace;
Pity they whom grief assaileth,
Be he holy, be he base.
Ye round this head on airy wing careering,
Attend, in noble Elfin guise appearing;
Assuage the cruel strife that rends his heart,
The burning shaft remove of keen remorse,
From rankling horror cleanse his inmost part:
Four are the pauses of the nightly course ;
Them, without rest, fill up with kindly art.
And first his head upon cool pillow lay,
Then bathe ye him in dew from Lethes
stream ;
His limbs, cramp-stiffend, will more freely
play,
If sleep-refreshed he wait morns wakning
beam.
! Perform the noblest Elfin rite,
: Restore ye him to the holy light!
Chorus. (Singly, two or more, alternately
and together.) Softly when warm gales
are stealing
Oer the green-environd ground,
Twilight sheddeth all-concealing
Mists and balmy odors round :
Whispers low sweet peace to mortals,
Rocks the heart to childlike rest,
And of daylight shuts the portals
To these eyes, with care oppressd.
Night hath now descended darkling,
Holy star is linkd to star;
Sovereign fires, or faintly sparkling,
Glitter near and shine afar;
Glitter here lake-mirrord, yonder
Shine adown the clear night sky;
i Sealing bliss of perfect slumber,
! Reigns the moons full majesty.
Now the hours are cancelld ; sorrow,
Happiness, have passd away:
Whole thou shalt be on the morrow !
Feel it! Trust the new-born day!
Swell the hills, green grow the valleys,
In the dusk ere breaks the morn ;
And in silvery wavelets dallies,
With the wind, the ripening corn.
! Cherish hope, let naught appall thee !
j Mark the East, with splendor dyed !
! Slight the fetters that enthrall thee;
| Fling the shell of sleep aside !
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Gird thee for the high endeavor ;
Shun the crowds ignoble ease !
Fails the noble spirit never,
Wise to think, and prompt to seize.
[A tremendous tumult announces the uprising :
of the sun.
Ariel. Hark the horal tempest nears!
Sounding but for spirit ears,
Lo the new-born day appears;
Clang the rocky portals, climb
Phoebus wheels with thundrous chime:
Breaks with tuneful noise the light!
Blare of trumpet, clarion sounding,
Eyesight dazing, ear astounding !
Hear not the unheard; take flight!
Into petald blossoms glide
Deeper, deeper, still to bide,
In the clefts, neath thickets ye,
If it strike you, deaf will be.
Faust. Lifes pulses reawakend freshly
bound,
The mild ethereal twilight fain to greet.
Thou, Earth, this night wast also constant
found,
And, newly-quickend, breathing at my feet,
Beginnest now to gird me with delight:
A strong resolve dost rouse, with noble heat
Aye to press on to beings sovereign height.
The world in glimmering dawn still folded lies;
With thousand-voiced life the woods resound;
Mist-wreaths the valley shroud ; yet from the i
skies i
Sinks heavens clear radiance to the depths ;
profound; i
And bough and branch from dewy chasms
rise,
Where they had droopd erewhile in slumber
furld;
Earth is enamelld with unnumberd dyes,
Leaflet and flower with dewdrops are im-
pearld ;
Around me everywhere is paradise.
Gaze now aloft! Each mountains giant height
The solemn hour announces, herald-wise ;
They early may enjoy the eternal light,
To us below which later finds its way.
Now are the Alpine slopes and valleys dight
With the clear radiance of the new-born day,
Which, downward, step by step, steals on
apace.
It blazes forth,and, blinded by the ray,
With aching eyes, alas I veil my face.
So when a hope, the heart hath long held fast,
Trustful, still striving towards its highest goal,
j Fulfilments portals open finds at last;
J Sudden from those eternal depths doth roll
An overpowering flame;we stand aghast!
The torch of life to kindle we were fain;
A fire-sea,what a fire !doth round us close;
Love is it? Is it hate? with joy and pain,
In alternation vast, that round us glows ?
So that to earth we turn our wistful gaze,
In childhoods veil to shroud us once again !
So let the sun behind me pour its rays!
The cataradl, through rocky cleft that roars,
I view, with growing rapture and amaze.
From fall to fall, with eddying shock, it pours,
In thousand torrents to the depths below,
Aloft in air up-tossing showers of spray.
But see, in splendor bursting from the storm,
Arches itself the many-colored bow,
An ever-changeful, yet continuous form,
Now drawn distinctly, melting now away,
Diffusing dewy coolness all around !
Mans efforts there are glassd, his toil and
strife;
Refledl, more true the emblem will be found:
This bright reflected glory pictures life !
Imperial Palace. Throne-Room.
Council of State, in expectation of the Emperor.
Trumpets.
Enter courtiers of every grade, splendidly at-
tir'd. The Emperor ascends the throne;
to the right the Astrologer.
Emperor. I greet you, trusty friends and
dear,
Assembled thus from far and wide !
I see the wise man at my side,
But wherefore is the fool not here ?
Page. Entangled in thy mantles flow,
He tripped upon the stair below;
The mass of fat they bare away,
If dead or drunkenwho can say?
Second Page. Forthwith another comes
apace,
| With wondrous speed to take his place;
Costly, yet so grotesque his gear,
All start amazd as he draws near,
i Crosswise the guards before his face,
Entrance to bar, their halberds hold
Yet there he is, the fool so bold.
Mephis. (Kneeling before the throne.)
What is accursd and gladly haild ?
What is desird and chasd away?
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What is upbraidd and assaild ?
What wins protection every day?
Whom darest thou not summon here ?
Whose name doth plaudits still command?
What to thy throne now draweth near?
What from this place itself hath bannd?
Emperor. For this time thou thy words ;
mayst spare! j
This is no place for riddles, friend ;
They are these gentlemens affair.
Solve them an ear Ill gladly lend.
My old fools gone, far, far away, I fear;
Take thou his place, come, stand beside me
here!
[Mephistopheles ascends and places him-
self at the Emperors left.
(Murmur of the Crowd.)
Heres a new foolfor plague anew!
Whence cometh he?How passd he through?
The old one fellhe squanderd hath.
He was a tubnow tis a lath.
Emperor. So now, my friends, belovd
and leal,
Be welcome all, from near and far!
Ye meet neath an auspicious star;
For us above are written joy and weal.
But tell me wherefore, on this day,
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When we all care would cast away,
And don the maskers quaint array,
And naught desire but to enjoy,
Should we with state affairs ourselves annoy?
But if ye think it so must be indeed,
Why, well and good, let us forthwith proceed !
Chancellor. The highest virtue circles
halo-wise
Our Ctesars brow; virtue, which from the
throne,
He validly can exercise alone :
Justice !What all men love and prize,
What all demand, desire, and sorely want,
It lies with him, this to the folk to grant.
But ah what help can intellect command,
Goodness of heart, or willingness of hand,
When fever saps the state with deadly power,
And mischief breedeth mischief, hour by hour?
To him who downward from this height su-
preme
Views the wide realm, tis like a troubled
dream,
Where the deformd deformity oersways,
Where lawlessness, through law, the tyrant ;
plays,
And errors ample world itself displays.
One steals a woman, one a steer,
Lights from the altar, chalice, cross,
Boasts of his deed full many a year,
Unscathd in body, without harm or loss.
Now to the hall accusers throng;
On cushiond throne the judge presides;
Surging meanwhile in eddying tides,
Confusion waxes fierce and strong.
He may exult in crime and shame,
Who on accomplices depends ;
Guilty! the verdict they proclaim,
When Innocence her cause defends.
So will the world succumb to ill,
And what is worthy perish quite ;
How then may grow the sense which still
Instructs us to discern the right ?
Een the right-minded man, in time,
To briber and to flatterer yields;
The judge, who cannot punish crime,
Joins with the culprit whom he shields.
Ive painted black, yet fain had been
A veil to draw before the scene.
\Pausc.
Measures must needs be taken ; when
All injure or are injurd, then
Een Majesty becomes a prey.
Field-Marshal. In these wild days what
tumults reign!
Each smitten is and smites again ;
Deaf to command, will none obey.
The burgher, safe behind his wall,
Within his rocky nest, the knight,
Against us have conspird, and all
Firmly to hold their own unite.
Impatient is the hireling now,
With vehemence he claims his due ;
And did we owe him naught, I trow,
Off he would run, nor bid adieu.
Who thwarts what fondly all expedt,
He hath disturbd a hornets nest;
The empire which they should protect,
It lieth plunderd and oppressd.
Their furious rage may none restrain ;
Already half the worlds undone;
Abroad there still are kings who reign
None thinks tis his concern, not one.
Treasurer. Who will depend upon allies!
For us their promisd subsidies
Like conduit-water, will not flow.
Say, Sire, through your dominions vast
To whom hath now possession passd !
Some upstart, wheresoeer we go,
Keeps house, and independent reigns;
We must look on, he holds his own;
So many rights away weve thrown,
That for ourselves no right remains.
On so-called parties in the state
Theres no reliance, now-a-days;
j They may deal out or blame or praise,
! Indifferent are love and hate.
The Ghibelline as well as Guelph
Retire, that they may live at ease !
Who helps his neighbor now? Himself
Each hath enough to do to please.
Barrd are the golden gates; while each
Scrapes, snatches, gathers all within his reach
; Empty, meanwhile, our chest remains.
1 Steward. What worry must I, also, bear !
; Our aim each day is still to spare
And more each day we need; my pains,
Daily renewd, are never oer.
The cooks lack nothing;deer, wild-boar,
Stags, hares, fowls, turkeys, ducks and geese,
Tribute in kind, sure payment, these
Come fairly in, and none complains.
i But now at last wine fails; and if of yore
I Up-piled upon the cellar-floor,
Cask rose on cask, a goodly store,
From the best slopes and vintage ; now
The swilling of our lords, I trow,
Unceasing, drains the very lees.
Een the Town-council must give out
Its liquor;bowls and cups they seize,
And neath the table lies the drunken rout.
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Now must I pay, whateer betides;
Me the Jew spares not; he provides
Anticipation-bonds which feed
Each year on that which must succeed ;
The swine are never fattend now;
Pawnd is the pillow or the bed, j
And to the table comes fore-eaten bread. i
Emperor. {After some reflection to Mephis- j
topheles.) Say, fool, another grievance j
knowest thou ?
Mephis. I, nowise. On this circling pomp
to gaze,
On thee and thine! There can reliance fail
Where majesty resistless sways,
And ready power makes foemen quail?
Where loyal will, through reason strong,
And prowess, manifold, unite, ;
What could together join for wrong,
For darkness, where such stars give light?
(Murmur of the Crowd.)
He is a knavehe comprehends
He lieswhile lying serves his ends
Full well I knowwhat lurks behind
What next?Some scheme is in the wind !
Mephis. Where is not something wanting
here on earth?
Here this,there that: of gold is here the 1
dearth.
It cannot from the floor be scrapd, tis true; j
But what lies deepest wisdom brings to view.
In mountain-veins, walls underground, i
Is gold, both coind and uncoind, to be found.
And if ye ask me,bring it forth who can?
Spirit and nature-power of gifted man.
Chancellor. Nature and spiritChristians
neer should hear
Such words, with peril fraught and fear.
These words doom atheists to the fire.
Nature is sin, spirit is devil; they,
Between them, doubt beget, their progeny,
Hermaphrodite, mis-shapen, dire.
Not so with us Within our Caesars land
Two orders have arisen, two alone,
Who worthily support his ancient throne:
Clergy and knights, who fearless stand,
Bulwarks gainst every storm, and they
Take church and state, as their appropriate pay.
Through lawless men, the vulgar herd
To opposition have of late been stirrd;
The heretics these are, the wizards, who
The city ruin and the country too.
With thy bold jests, to this high sphere,
Such miscreants wilt smuggle in;
Hearts reprobate to you are dear;
They to the fool are near of kin.
Mephis. Herein your learned men I re-
cognize !
What you touch not, miles distant from you
lies;
What you grasp not, is naught in sooth to you ;
What you count not, cannot you deem be true;
What you weigh not, that hath for you no
weight;
What you coin not, youre sure is counterfeit.
Emperor. Therewith our needs are not
one whit the less.
What meanest thou with this thy Lent address?
Im tired of this eternal If and How.
Tis gold we lack; so good, procure it thou !
Mepi-iis. Ill furnish more, ay, more than
all you ask.
Though light it seem, not easy is the task.
There lies the gold, but to procure it thence,
That is the art: who knoweth to commence?
Only consider, in those days of terror,
When human floods swampd land and folk
together,
How every one, how great soeer his fear,
All that he treasurd most, hid there or here;
So was it neath the mighty Romans sway,
So on till yesterday, ay, till to-day:
That all beneath the soil still buried lies
The soil is Csesars, his shall be the prize.
Treasurer. Now for a fool he speaketh
not amiss;
Our Caesar's ancient right, in sooth, was this.
Chancellor. Satan for you spreads golden
snares; tis clear,
Something not right or pious worketh here.
Steward. To us at court if welcome gifts
he bring,
A little wrong is no such serious thing.
Field-Marshal. Shrewd is the fool, he
bids what all desire;
The soldier, whence it comes, will not inquire.
Mephis. You think yourselves, perchance,
deceivd by me;
Ask the Astrologer! This man is he !
Circle round circle, hour and house, he
knows.
Then tell us how the heavenly aspedl shows.
(Murmur of the Crowd.)
Two rascalseach to other known
Phantast and foolso near the throne
The old old song,now trite with age
The fool still promptswhile speaks the sage.
Astrologer. (Speaks, Mephistopheles
prompts.) The sun himself is purest
gold; for pay
And favor serves the herald, Mercury;
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Dame Venus hath bewitchd you from above,
Early and late, she looks on you with love;
Chaste Lunas humor varies hour by hour;
Mars, though he strike not, threats you with
his power;
And Jupiter is still the fairest star;
Saturn is great, small to the eye and far;
As metal him we slightly venerate,
Little in worth, though ponderous in weight.
Now when with Sol fair Lama doth unite,
Silver with gold, cheerful the world and bright!
'Then easy tis to gain whateer one seeks;
Parks, gardens, palaces, and rosy cheeks;
These things procures this highly learned man.
lie can accomplish what none other can.
Emperor. Double, methinks, his accents
ring,
And yet they no conviction bring.
(Murmur.)
Of what avail!a worn-out tale
Calender)-and chemistry
1 the false wordfull oft have heard
And as of yorewere hoaxd once more.
Mephis. The grand discovery they mis-
prize,
As, in amaze, they stand around;
One prates of gnomes and sorceries,
Another of the sable hound.
What matters it, though witlings rail,
'Though one his suit gainst witchcraft press,
If his sole tingle none the less,
If his sure footing also fail?
Ye of all swaying Nature feel
'The secret working, never-ending,
And, from her lowest depths up-tending,
Een now her living trace doth steal.
If sudden cramps your limbs surprise,
If all uncanny seem the spot
There dig and delve, but dally not!
'There lies the fiddler, there the treasure lies!
( Murmur.)
Like lead it lies my foot about
Crampd is my armtis only gout
Twitchings I have in my great toe
Down all my back strange pains I know
Such indications make it clear
'That sumless treasuries are here.
Emperor. To workthe time for flight is
past.
Put to the test your frothy lies!
These treasures bring before our eyes!
Sceptre and sword aside Ill cast,
And with these royal hands, indeed,
If thou lie not, to work proceed.
Thee, if thou lie, Ill send to hell!
Mephis. 'Thither to find the way I know
full well!
Yet can I not enough declare,
What wealth unownd lies waiting everywhere:
'l'he countryman, who ploughs the land,
Gold-crocks upturneth with the mould;
Nitre he seeks in lime-walls old,
And findeth, in his meagre hand,
Scard, yet rejoicd, rouleaus of gold.
How many a vault upblown must be,
Into what clefts, what shafts, must he,
Who doth of hidden treasure know,
Descend, to reach the world below !
In cellars vast, impervious made,
Goblets of gold he sees displayd,
Dishes and plates, row after row;
There beakers, rich with rubies, stand;
And would he use them, close at hand
Well stord the ancient moisture lies;
Yetwould ye him who knoweth, trust ?
'The staves long since have turned to dust,
A tartar cask their place supplies!
Not gold alone and jewels rare,
Essence of noblest wines are there,
In night and horror veiled. The wise
Unwearied here pursues his quest.
To search by day, that were a jest;
Tis darkness that doth harbor mysteries.
Emperor. What can the dark avail ? Look
thou to that!
If aught have worth, it cometh to the light.
Who can detedl the rogue at dead of night ?
Black are the cows, and gray is every cat.
These pots of heavy gold, if they be there
Come, drive thy plough, upturn them with thy
share !
Mephis. Take spade and hoe thyself;
dig on
Great shalt thou be through peasant toil
A herd of golden calves anon
Themselves shall tear from out the soil;
Then straight, with rapture newly born,
Thyself thou canst, thy sweetheart wilt adorn.
A sparkling gem, lustrous, of varied dye,
Beauty exalts as well as majesty.
Emperor. To work, to work How long
wilt linger?
Mephis. Sire,
Relax, I pray, such vehement desire !
First let us see the motley, joyous, show !
A mind distraught conducts not to the goal.
First must we calmness win through self-con-
trol,
Through things above deserve what lies below.
Who seeks for goodness must himself be good;
Who seeks for joy must moderate his blood;