Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH, IN THE ORIGINAL METRES, BY
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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH, IN THE ORIGINAL METRES, BY
Hayward seemed to have been accepted as the standard, in default of anything more satisfactory: the English critics, generally sustaining the translator in his views concerning the secondary importance of form in Poetry, practically discouraged any further attempt; and no one, familiar with rhythmical expression through the needs of his own nature, had devoted the necessary love and patience to an adequate reproduction of the great work of Goethe’s life. Mr. Brooks was the first to undertake the task, and the publication of his translation of the First Part (in 1856) induced me, for a time, to give up my own design. No previous English version exhibited such abnegation of the translator’s own tastes and habits of thought, such reverent desire to present the original in its purest form. The care and conscience with which the work had been performed were so apparent, that I now state with reluctance what then seemed to me to be its only deficiencies,—a lack of the lyrical fire and fluency of the original in some passages, and an occasional lowering of the tone through the use of words which are literal, but not equivalent. The plan of translation adopted by Mr. Brooks was so entirely my own, that when 3
Bayard Taylor FAUST
IT IS TWENTY YEARS since I first determined to attempt the translation of Faust, in the original metres. At that time, although more than a score of English translations of the First Part, and three or four of the Second Part, were in existence, the experiment had not yet been made. The prose version of
A comparison of seventeen English translations. that there should always be this alternative? Where the languages are kindred. No poet ever understood this question more thoroughly than Goethe himself. frequently encouraged—in the English of our day.1 are quite independent of his views concern1 “‘There are two maxims of translation. quoted by Mrs. and equally capable of all varieties of metrical expression. demands of us that we transport ourselves over to him. in French. on the contrary. from masterly examples. is the first question to be considered.—that the means furnished by the poetical affinity of the two languages had not yet been exhausted.’” Is it necessary. where the identical metres are possible. The alternative modes of translation which he presents (reported by Riemer. The advantages of both are sufficiently known to all instructed persons. Hayward). simple realism of many passages. however. may not both these “maxims” be observed in the same translation? Goethe. the other. in the manner of Clement Marot. The same objection does not apply to English. His example confirmed me in the belief that there were few difficulties in the way of a nearly literal yet thoroughly rhythmical version of Faust. but this was undoubtedly because he felt the inadequacy of modern French to express the naive. in the arbitrary metres adopted by the translators. There are a few archaic expressions in Faust.—nothing remained for me but to follow him in all essential particulars. but no more than are still allowed—nay. Moreover. be brought to us in such a manner that we may regard him as our own.
. 4 Austin.’ says he: ‘the one requires that the author.Faust further residence in Germany and a more careful study of both parts of Faust had satisfied me that the field was still open. The value of form. of a foreign nation. which might not be overcome by loving labor. and assumed the coloring of each. sufficiently showed the danger of allowing license in this respect: the white light of Goethe’s thought was thereby passed through the tinted glass of other minds. and adopt his situation. was of the opinion that Faust ought to be given. or expressed a more positive opinion in regard to it. his mode of speaking.” and accepted by Mr. it is true. in a poetical work. and his peculiarities. the plea of selecting different metres in the hope of producing a similar effect is unreasonable. in her “Characteristics of Goethe.
Die Kunst des Deutschen Uebersetzers aus neueren Sprachen.’ it would really have an atrocious effect. one would become bewildered and accomplish nothing of real poetical value. In Poetry which endures through its own inherent vitality.” 3 “Goethe’s poems exercise a great sway over me. is very much like attempting to translate music into speech. indeed. in his excellent essay. “there are great and mysterious agencies included in the various forms of Poetry. The immeasurable result which has followed works wherein the form has been retained—such as the Homer of Voss. when about to write a poem. Poetry.3 ing the substance. there is no forced union of these two elements. not only by their meaning. it would only show that the distinction between prose and poetry had been completely lost sight of. in the clearest and most emphatic manner.”—Ibid. They are as intimately blended. but also by their rhythm. may be distinguished from Prose by the single circumstance.”—Eckermann.” said Goethe. If the substance of my ‘Roman Elegies’ were to be expressed in the tone and measure of Byron’s ‘Don Juan. Tycho Mommsen. If one should stop to consider it mechanically. “The rhythm. To attempt to represent Poetry in Prose.Goethe ing the value of form. we might hope to construct a similar work of art before the eyes of our countrymen. “All that is poetic in character should be rythmically treated! Such is my conviction. and the Shakespeare of Tieck and Schlegel—is an incontrovertible evidence of the vitality of the endeavor. rather than by giving it up.” said Goethe. that it is the utterance of whatever in man cannot be perfectly uttered in any other than a rhythmical form: it is useless to say that the naked meaning is independent of the form: on the contrary.2 Poetry is not simply a 2 “You are right. that. by giving up or chang5 fashion of expression: it is the form of expression absolutely required by a certain class of ideas.”—Goethe to Schiller. 1797. which we find given elsewhere. the form contributes essentially to the fullness of the meaning. “is an unconscious result of the poetic mood. and with the same mysterious beauty. and if even a sort of poetic prose should be gradually introduced. It is a language which stimulates me to composition. as the sexes in the ancient Hermaphroditus. goes so far as to say: “The metrical or rhymed modelling of a poetical work is so essentially the germ of its being.”—Beethoven.
”5 which is certainly correct of any translation wherein something of the rhythmical variety and beauty of the origi5 Mr.” This is singularly at variance with the view he has just expressed. whereas the translator seeks precisely that one best word or phrase (having all the resources of his language at command). and that it contains almost every variety of style and metre. equivalent in meaning. that I feel bound to present some considerations which the accomplished scholar seems to have overlooked. however. his task is not simply mechanical: he must feel. and then carefully go through Hayward’s prose translation. also. simple representatives of objects and ideas: they are parts of an organic whole. to represent what is said in another language. carries with it so much authority. written in other metres. as in prose.Faust The various theories of translation from the Greek and Latin poets have been admirably stated by Dryden in his Preface to the “Translations from Ovid’s Epistles.—especially as our literature needs examples. he receives. therefore.” He thereupon illustrates the effect of translation by changing certain well-known English stanzas into others. Dr. Mr. because Mr. Mr. and be guided by. Anster’s version is an almost incredible dilution of the original. For words in poetry are not.” and I do not wish to continue the endless discussion. 6 word or phrase in the English lines he quotes. but lacking their felicity of words. Lewes reaches this conclusion: “If. while Hayward’s entirely omits the element of poetry. He turns away from the one best 4 Life of Goethe (Book VI. which to alter is to alter the effect. Lewes gives the following advice: “The English reader would perhaps best succeed who should first read Dr. not opinions. a portion of the same creative power.—they are tones in the harmony. A recent expression. we reflect what a poem Faust is. their grace and melody. this music and this suggestion are intermingled in words. Lewes purposely omits the very quality which an honest translator should exhaust his skill in endeavoring to reproduce.
. Surrendering himself to the full possession of the spirit which shall speak through him. I cannot accept this illustration as valid. Lewes4 justly says: “The effect of poetry is a compound of music and suggestion. More than this. it will be tolerably evident that no one unacquainted with the original can form an adequate idea of it from translation. a secondary inspiration.). Anster’s brilliant paraphrase.
as the genius of our language will permit. Where all the restraints of verse are flung aside. the line Mein Lied ertönt der unbekannten Menge. we should expect. Hayward not only occasionally mistakes the exact meaning of the German text. Wenn Wälder erzittern Kommt. Carlyle. Hüfthorn. and the “Silent Land” of Salis. Echos. Bergab die Wasserstürze jagen! Blas. Furness and many of Heine’s songs by Mr Leland. hallend!” —it must be a dull ear which would be satisfied with the omission of rhythm and rhyme. schnell herab. however. that there is no sufficient excuse for an unmetrical translation of Faust. 1828. have followed Mr. both literally and rhythmically.7 6 Foreign Review. That very much of the rhythmical character may be retained in English. blas.6 in the passages which he translated. I refer especially to such subtile and melodious lyrics as “The Castle by the Sea. In fact. by Freiligrath and Strodtmann. wie der Wind kommt. Viel’ Lichter wehn auf blauen Seen. wie die Brandung Wenn Flotten zersplittern! Schnell heran. reich an Sagen. Heine’s “Two Grenadiers. spirit. “My song sounds to the unknown multitude. 8 On his second page. Hedge. Hayward in mistaking Lied for Leid. Mr. Horn—antwortet. Schneller kommt Al’e!—Häuptling und Bub’ und Knapp. I notice. was long ago shown by Mr.” is translated: “My sorrow voices itself to the strange throng. Hayward’s prose translation.” of Uhland.” by Dr. as accurate a reproduction of the sense. and tone of the original. from the Helena (Part Second). to urge against Mr. translated by Mr. 7 When Freiligrath can thus give us Walter Scott:— “Kommt. So far from having given us such a reproduction. hallend.8 or Strodtmann thus reproduce Tennyson:— “Es fällt der Strahl auf Burg und Thal.” by Dr.Goethe nal is not retained. Und schneeige Gipfel.” Other English translators.
. hallend. and also to the German translations of English lyrics. at least. we have so many instances of the possibility of reciprocally transferring the finest qualities of English and German poetry. in Wiederhall erschallend: Blas. Goethe’s “Minstrel” and “Coptic Song. Herr und Vasalle!” 7 I have a more serious objection. Longfellow.
but even here Mr. “in giving.9 9 I take but one out of numerous instances. Scene II.” as he says. Hayward unconsciously illustrates his lack of a refined appreciation of verse. In German.” his object being “to convey some notion of the variety of versification which forms one great charm of the poem. The author’s thought is stripped of a last grace in passing through his mind. The prose translator should certainly be able to feel the manifestation of this law in both languages. for the sake of illustration. strength. Mr. he very frequently selects that which has the less grace. Noble the reward— And the soldiers Are off. wherever two phrases may be used to express the meaning with equal fidelity. and the other prosaic. or beauty.” Literally: Bold is the endeavor. The close of the Soldier’s Song (Part I. in a twofold manner. This Mr.
. is likely to overlook these delicate yet most necessary distinctions.Faust but. in English. “a sort of rhythmical arrangement to the lyrical parts. a word which in ordinary use has a bare prosaic character may receive a fairer and finer quality from its place in verse. Hayward’s ear did not dictate to him the necessity of preserving the original rhythm. Hayward translates:— Bold the adventure. 8 For there are few things which may not be said. Splendid the pay! And the soldiers March away. Herrlich der Lohn! Und die Soldaten Ziehen davon.” A literal translation is always possible in the unrhymed passages. and should so choose his words as to meet their reciprocal requirements. who is not keenly sensible to the power and beauty and value of rhythm. A man. and frequently presents very much the same resemblance to the original as an unhewn shaft to the fluted column.—one poetic. however. equally.) is:— “Kühn is das Mühen.
once set up. We must. and its standards of literary taste or belief. The intellectual tendencies of our race have always been somewhat conservative. since the former furnished chiefly the material basis. by and through which the greatest and most eminent poet of modern times—as con-
. and a violation of the accepted canons is followed by a summons to judgment. through the derangement and relinquishment of its ancient laws of sound. I heartily recognize his lofty appreciation of Faust. what fluent grace and energy of movement have been lost in the process. we are wrong to remain content with the cheaper substitute. but. therefore. of course. the reader unacquainted with the German language would scarcely guess what glow of color. Its entire. the circumstance that his prose translation of Faust has received so much acceptance proves those qualities of the original work which cannot be destroyed by a test so violent. what richness of changeful life.Goethe While. Thus the tendency is to contract rather than to expand the acknowledged excellences of the language.10 10 I cannot resist the temptation of quoting the following passage from Jacob Grimm: “No one of all the modern languages has acquired a greater force and strength than the English. The 9 English ear is suspicious of new metres and unaccustomed forms of expression: there are critical detectives on the track of every author. gratefully receive such an outline. thoroughly intellectual and wonderfully successful foundation and perfected development issued from a marvelous union of the two noblest tongues of Europe. Their mutual relation in the English language is well known. where a nearer approach to the form of the original is impossible. while the latter added the intellectual conceptions. The unteachable (nevertheless learnable) profusion of its middle-tones has conferred upon it an intrinsic power of expression. until the latter has been demonstrated. It seems to me that in all discussions upon this subject the capacities of the English language have received but scanty justice. Nevertheless. such as no other human tongue ever possessed.—I cannot but feel that he has himself illustrated the unsoundness of his argument. The English language. From the cold bare outline thus produced.—while I honor him for the patient and conscientious labor he has bestowed upon his translation. the Germanic and the Romanic. are not varied without a struggle.
The flow of Goethe’s verse is sometimes so similar to that of the corresponding English metre. involved.”— Ueber den Ursprung der Sprache. With all the splendor of versification in the work. has a just claim to be called a language of the world. with so delicate a bloom upon them that it can in no wise be preserved. that not only its harmonies and caesural pauses. may be easily retained. Lowell’s “Fable for the Critics”: even the unrhymed iambic hexameter of the Helena occurs now and then in Milton’s Samson Agonistes. like the English race. and they are remarkably abundant and skillful in Mr. the style is compact. 10 the trochaic. and which must cast off many imperfections before it can boldly enter on its career. the iambic measure predominates. and tolerant of new combinations. in compact adjustment of parts. and in pure intelligence. it is true. and it appears to be destined.—not even our German. For in richness. but even its punctuation. English metre compels the use of inversions. direct. because certain affinities between the two languages have not been properly considered. and so inclines towards various flexible features of its sistertongue that many lines of Faust may be repeated in English without the slightest change of meaning. none of the living languages can be compared with it. but precisely these differences are so modified in the German of Faust that there is a mutual approach of the two languages. On the other hand. In Faust. There are words. while English is simple. while in English it is the iambic: it is true that German is rich. It is true that the metrical foot into which the German language most naturally falls is trasted with ancient classical poetry—(of course I can refer only to Shakespeare) was begotten and nourished. admits many verbal liberties prohibited to prose. which is divided even as we are divided. measure. it contains but few metres of which the English tongue is not equally capable. Hood has familiarized us with dactylic (triple) rhymes. to a higher and broader sway in all quarters of the earth.Faust The difficulties in the way of a nearly literal translation of Faust in the original metres have been exaggerated. but even such words will always lose less when they carry with them their rhythmical atmosphere. I am satisfied that the difference between a translation of
. and rather shy of compounds. the many licenses which the author allows himself are all directed towards a shorter mode of construction. or rhyme.
The single slight liberty I have taken with the lyrical passages is in Margaret’s song. I was enabled to make the translation strictly literal.”—Goethe. and rhyme of the German original. the lines varying from three to six feet. I do not consider that an occasional change in the number of feet. though not so 11 “At present. If. in two or three instances. I would purposely offend all such technical caprices: I would use alliteration. Brooks. now and then. assonance. unyielding adherence to every foot. line. point to the aphoristic portions (especially in the Second Part). For the same reason. and the critical gentlemen begin to wrangle whether in a rhyme an s should correspond with an s and not with sz.
. The English language. The characteristic tone of many passages would be nearly lost. If I were young and reckless enough. I make no apology for the imperfect rhymes. With all its supreme qualities. I have left a line unrhymed. I have balanced the omission by giving rhymes 11 to other lines which stand unrhymed in the original text.—“The King of Thule. My own task has been cheered by the discovery. By the term “original metres” I do not mean a rigid. If. although this has very nearly been accomplished. and an ever-changing music to the lyrical passages.—and of that labor which is successful in proportion as it is joyously performed. everything runs in technical grooves. which have been for the most part omitted by all metrical translators except Mr.”—in which. that the more closely I reproduced the language of the original. Faust is far from being a technically perfect work. false rhyme. there was an inevitable alternative of meaning or music. in 1831. They give spirit and grace to the dialogue. Since the greater part of the work is written in an irregular measure. by omitting the alternate feminine rhymes. which are frequently a translation as well as a necessity. yet retaining the metre. or order of rhyme. without them. is any violation of the metrical plan. I would attend to the main thing. I gave the preference to the former. the more of its rhythmical character was transferred at the same time. and endeavor to say so many good things that every one would be attracted to read and remember them. are indispensable. at the same time. just according to my own will or convenience—but.Goethe Faust in prose or metre is chiefly one of labor. and the rhymes arranged according to the author’s will.11 The feminine and dactylic rhymes.
bearing constantly in mind not only the meaning of the original and the mechanical structure of the lines. im Geisterreich verloren! Wo immer Deine lichte Wohnung sey. is less deficient than is generally supposed. verwundert. AN GOETHE Erhabener Geist. wo rege Menschengeister wohnen. helleren Verstand. but also that subtile and haunting music which seems to govern rhythm instead of being governed by it. The present participle can only be used to a limited extent. B. zu neuem Glanz. Von jenem Streben das Du auserkoren. The difficulty to be overcome is one of construction rather than of the vocabulary. mit kühner Hand: Du löst die Räthsel ältester Aeonen Durch jüngeren Glauben.Faust rich as the German in such rhymes. but I have at least labored long and patiently.
. drin Du athmest frei. Vom reinsten Aether. Und singest dort die voll’re Litanei. O neige Dich zu gnädigem Erwiedern Des letzten Wiederhalls von Deinen Liedern!
II Den alten Musen die bestäubten Kronen Nahmst Du.T. on account of its weak termination. Und machst. Zum höh’ren Schaffen bist Du neugeboren. Die ganze Erde Dir zum Vaterland. Und Deine Jünger sehn in Dir. Verkörpert schon das werdende Jahrhundert. I cannot hope to have been always successful. and the want of an accusative form to the noun also restricts the arrangement of words in English verse.
The dear. like an old and half-extinct tradition. tear on tear is burning. to whom my earliest songs I sang: Dispersed the friendly troop. labyrinthine chain.— Die Harfe tausendstimmig frisch geschlagen. whose joy my Song so flattered. and left me to deplore them. And grasps me now a long-unwonted yearning For that serene and solemn Spirit-Land: My song. lass mich es Dir nachsingen! B. familiar phantoms rise again. And names the Good. And what I lost. wo so Mancher schon gefehlt? Lass Deinen Geist in meiner Stimme klingen. neu vermählt. The souls. to faint Aeolian murmurs turning. Renewed is Pain: with mournful repetition Life tracks his devious. shadowy zone! My bosom thrills. And the stern heart is tenderly unmanned. If still they live.
Again ye come. And sway me from your misty. And. First Love returns. die einst Homer gewählt. Die Shakspeare einst. I see far distant lying. this once.T. grows real and undying. 13
. They hear no longer these succeeding measures.— Darf ich in fremde Klänge übertragen Das Alles. And still. ye hovering Forms! I find ye. be the reign assigned ye. to seize and bind ye? Still o’er my heart is that illusion thrown? Ye crowd more near! Then. And those beside. wide through the world are scattered. Of joyous days ye bring the blissful vision. alas! the echoes first that rang! I bring the unknown multitude my treasures. As early to my clouded sight ye shone! Shall I attempt. I thrill and tremble. What I possess. From magic airs that round your march awaken. with all its pleasures. with youthful passion shaken.Goethe III Was Du gesungen. Und was Du sangst. Aller Lust und Klagen. Des Lebens Wiedersprüche. Sways like a harp-string by the breezes fanned. whose cheating fortune tore them From happy hours. Their very plaudits give my heart a pang. with Friendship in his train.
When to our booth the current sets apace.— Important matter. success revealing. This miracle alone can work the Poet On men so various: now.
POET Speak not to me of yonder motley masses. our enterprise. But then. lead me where some heavenly silence glasses The purer joys that round the Poet throng. who oft a helping hand Have lent. is no great matter. Whom but to see. in German land! I wish the crowd to feel itself well treated. perchance. They sit sedate. with curious eyebrows raised. in famine. the booth of boards completed. And as for bread. Especially since it lives and lets me live. alas! they’ve read an awful deal. oft-repeated urging. Already there. 14 To get a ticket break their necks almost. for the Moment spends its spirit: What’s genuine. let me know your expectation Of this. yet attractive too? For ’tis my pleasure-to behold them surging.— Where Love and Friendship still divinely fashion The bonds that bless. puts out the fire of Song! Hide from my view the surging crowd that passes. How shall we plan. the wreaths that crown his passion! Ah. The posts are set. And in its whirlpool forces us along! No. And each awaits the banquet I shall give. reluctant years its warrant sealing. And with tremendous. a fighting host. Yet here a huge embarrassment I feel: What they’re accustomed to. pray show it. around a baker’s door. they push and cram in To reach the seller’s box. my friend.Faust MANAGER DRAMATIC MERRY-ANDREW MANAGER DRAMATIC POET MERRY-ANDREW MANAGER MANAGER You two. Its perfect stature stands at last confessed! What dazzles. I know how one the People’s taste may flatter. in need and tribulation. shall Posterity inherit. and hope to be amazed. that all be fresh and new.— Gulps the wild Moment in its greedy breast. every utterance from the depths of feeling The timid lips have stammeringly expressed.— Now failing. Come.
. Or oft. Squeeze onward through the narrow gate of grace: By daylight even. now.
Then pluck up heart. his bit select: Who offers much. leaves the banquet’s tapers. I perceive.Goethe MERRY-ANDREW MERRY-ANDREW Posterity! Don’t name the word to me! If I should choose to preach Posterity. enough of incident prepare! They come to look. What use. believe it! ’Tis easily displayed.
MANAGER MANAGER Chiefly. The wider circle he acquires. Reason. to my thinking. as soon as they receive it!
POET You do not feel. Only by mass you touch the mass. at once. there’s no blinking: A fine young fellow’s presence.— But have a care. And then. a stew. satiate. And are. how such a trade debases. to every one. And each goes home content with the effect. and give us sterling coin! Let Fancy be with her attendants fitted. exhausted quite. just in pieces give it: A hash. and they prefer to stare. will bring success. Reel off a host of threads before their faces.— Sense. Another. a principle with you. A man who some result intends Must use the tools that best are fitting. himself. a Whole compactly to present? Your hearers pick and pluck.
. Who genially his nature can outpour. soft wood is given to you for splitting. why. observe for whom you write! If one comes bored. brings something unto many. Is something worth. proud and true! The botching work each fine pretender traces Is. for any 15
MANAGER MANAGER Such a reproach not in the least offends. So that they gape in stupid wonder: then By sheer diffuseness you have won their graces. Takes from the People’s moods no irritation. and easy to invent. lest Folly be omitted! Will finally. Where would you get contemporary fun? That men will have it. How ill it suits the Artist. If you’ve a piece. most popular of men. Sentiment. Reflect. the more Securely works his inspiration. and Passion join.
the gracious Muses? I tell you. supreme Humanity. Without a salary their parts performing. spun to endless distance. full many a wight Is fresh from reading of the daily papers. Seek to confound your auditory! To satisfy them is a task. in conjunction. Where it may throb in grandest consonance? Who bids the storm to passion stir the bosom? In brooding souls the sunset burn above? Who scatters every fairest April blossom Along the shining path of Love? Who braids the noteless leaves to crowns. as to a masquerade. Idly to us they come. worst of all. the half are cold. By Nature’s listless hand the thread is twirled.
POET MERRY-ANDREW MERRY-ANDREW Go. and with their finery.— What ails you now? Is’t suffering. find yourself a more obedient slave! What! shall the Poet that which Nature gave. as in the Bard revealed. to swell your treasure? 16 So. the Gods uniting? The might of Man. full houses to behold? Draw near. and kindles into rhythmic dance? Who brings the One to join the general ordination.Faust And. The highest right. and view your patrons’ faces! The half are coarse. they ask: Thus shall you hit the mark of gain and glory. foolish bards. Propel the high poetic function. Mere curiosity their spirits warming: The ladies with themselves. urged outward far and dim. ever more. when the play is out. What dreams are yours in high poetic places? You’re pleased. give but more—more. Who. As in a love-adventure they might play!
. then. A wild night on a wench’s breast another chooses: Why should you rack. these fine forces. requiting Desert with fame. One. And the discordant tones of all existence In sullen jangle are together hurled. the changeless orders of creation Divides. goes home to cards. forsooth. poor. Forfeit so wantonly. or pleasure? Whence o’er the heart his empire free? The elements of Life how conquers he? Is’t not his heart’s accord. aid. To wind the world in unison with him? When on the spindle. For ends like these. in Action’s every field? Who makes Olympus sure.
then. you stay. there’s interest without end. enjoy the show they see: A mind. They still are moved at once to weeping or to laughter. at your play. the leaven works. the race awaiting. you feel.— O. In motley pictures little light. And by degrees your heart is tangled. In opening buds a marvel woke. good my friend. Whence all the world is cheered and edified.Goethe You meet by accident. like a fount. Which every valley richly bore me! I nothing had. When lovely maids. POET Then give me back that time of pleasures. When from the hard-won goal the wreath Beckons afar. behold the fairest flower Of youth collect. the old emotion. unrestrained. in fond desire. Bliss grows apace. and yet enough for youth— Joy in Illusion. and then its course is jangled. to hear the revelation! Each tender soul. with sentimental power. 17
. is never suited after. the crowding measures Uninterrupted gushed and sprang! Then bright mist veiled the world before me. And now in this. after dancing out your breath. now that. Hang on your bosom and caress you. though few may comprehend: Where’er you touch. give me back my youth again!
MERRY ANDREW MERRY ANDREW Youth. As I the thousand blossoms broke. completed ere you know! Let us.— When. ardent thirst for Truth. once formed. The bliss that touched the verge of pain. And there’s a neat romance. Still wonder at your flights. One yet in growth will ever grateful be. When. Give. The strength of Hate. For each beholds what in his bosom lurks. then comes a touch of woe. Then. and of truth a glimmering mite. While yet in joyous growth I sang. Sucks melancholy food from your creation. Thus the best beverage is supplied. you certainly require When foes in combat sorely press you. You’re ravished quite. such a drama give! Grasp the exhaustless life that all men live! Each shares therein. Much error. Love’s deep devotion.
Day and Night! Thus. darkness. but ’tis not true. So. But might. Waste not a day in vain digression: With resolute. belongs to you. as we deliberately impel. to Hell!
MANAGER MANAGER The words you’ve bandied are sufficient. because you must. Fire.— Squander the stars in any number. And all you find. ’Tis deeds that I prefer to see: In compliments you’re both proficient. You’ll then work on. What need to talk of Inspiration? ’Tis no companion of Delay. forthwith. across the World. be sure to show it! Use both the great and lesser heavenly light. Beasts. courageous trust 18
. Each tries his hand at what he will. take of traps and scenes your fill. Upon our German stage. trees. water. I’d have you brew. From Heaven. And towards a self-erected goal To walk with many a sweet digression. What’s left undone to-day. aged Sirs. The crowd for strongest drink is panting. birds.—with grace and bold expression. and all such lumber. they say. the while. you know it. Let Poetry your will obey! Full well you know what here is wanting. in Age’s season! Seize every possible impression. rocks.— This. We’re only genuine children still. If Poetry be your vocation. The circle of Creation will appear. And move. more useful be.Faust You pass the night in dissipating:— But that familiar harp with soul To play. in our booth’s contracted sphere. And make it firmly your possession. And such. To-morrow will not do. And we no less revere you for that reason: Age childish makes.
PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN PROL OLOGUE HEAVEN
LORD HEAVENL VENLY THE LORD THE HEAVENLY HOST Afterwards MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP (The THREE ARCHANGELS come forward. in emulation.
GABRIEL And swift. 19
THE THREE Though still by them uncomprehended. There flames a desolation. Are bright as on the earliest day. Lord. A chain of deepest action forging Round all. whose measure none can say. his ancient round: His path predestined through Creation He ends with step of thunder-sound. uncomprehended. from land to sea. The angels from his visage splendid Draw power. are onward whirled!
MICHAEL And rival storms abroad are surging From sea to land. And all Thy works. Thy messengers are praising The gentle movement of Thy Day. in wrathful energy. and swift beyond conceiving. Day’s Eden-brightness still relieving The awful Night’s intense profound: The ocean-tides in foam are breaking. The lofty works. From these the angels draw their power. sublime and splendid. blazing Before the Thunder’s crashing way: Yet. ‘Mid brother-spheres. The splendor of the world goes round. Are bright as in Creation’s hour. And both. swift.) ARCHANGELS
Against the rocks’ deep bases hurled.
RAPHAEL RAPHAEL The sun-orb sings. Eternal. the spheric race partaking.
Life somewhat better might content him. The little god o’ the world sticks to the same old way. And heretofore to meet myself wert fain. But for the gleam of heavenly light which Thou hast lent him: He calls it Reason—thence his power’s increased. Would he still lay among the grass he grows in! Each bit of dung he seeks. nothing more to mention? Com’st ever. Among Thy menials. he! 20
. then. and flying springs.
THE LORD LORD Know’st Faust?
MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP The Doctor Faust?
THE LORD LORD My servant. deign’st to approach again And ask us how we do. still bad as they can be. LORD THE LORD Hast thou. this troop I cannot follow after With lofty speech. to stick his nose in. he to me A long-legged grasshopper appears to be. To be far beastlier than any beast. now. Man’s misery even to pity moves my nature. Of suns and worlds I’ve nothing to be quoted. If Thou hadst not all merriment unlearned. And in the grass the same old ditty sings. with ill intention? Find’st nothing right on earth. though by them scorned and spurned: My pathos certainly would move Thy laughter. How men torment themselves. I’ve scarce the heart to plague the wretched creature. O Lord. That springing flies. is all I’ve noted. And is as whimsical as on Creation’s day. Pardon. there. Lord! I find things. my face Thou findest.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Since Thou. Saving Thy Gracious Presence. thus. eternally?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES No. in manner kindest.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES What will you bet? There’s still a chance to gain him. as with the cat the mouse. Has still an instinct of the one true way. be downward led. Both flower and fruit the future years adorning?
LORD THE LORD Enough! What thou hast asked is granted. If unto me full leave you give. LORD THE LORD As long as he on earth shall live. And all the Near and Far that he desireth Fails to subdue the tumult of his breast. Then stand abashed. I much prefer the cheeks where ruddy blood is leaping. And never cared to have them in my keeping. Half conscious of his frenzied. Sees not the gardener. I soon shall lead him to a clearer morning. To trap him. through obscurest aspiration. even while buds his tree. And him. Turn off this spirit from his fountain-head. when thou art forced to say: A good man. let thy snares be planted. So long I make no prohibition. And when a corpse approaches.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES My thanks! I find the dead no acquisition. He cannot choose but err. The fairest stars from Heaven he requireth. crazed unrest. close my house: It goes with me. While Man’s desires and aspirations stir. with thee.
LORD THE LORD Though still confused his service unto Me. From Earth the highest raptures and the best.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Forsooth! He serves you after strange devices: No earthly meat or drink the fool suffices: His spirit’s ferment far aspireth. Gently upon my road to train him!
my near relation. If I fulfill my expectation. and with a zest. to hear The Ancient’s word. Clasp you in bonds of love. And what in wavering apparition gleams Fix in its place with thoughts that stand forever! 22
. The like of thee have never moved My hate. But ye. according to thy merits. the comrade him I gave. flagging. Whence. As did a certain snake. (Heaven closes: the ARCHANGELS separate. Enjoy the rich. About my bet I feel no trepidation. that works eternal schemes. excites. relaxing never.) ARCHANGELS
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (solus) I like. Of all the bold. Man’s active nature. at times. and must create. Who works. the ever-living Beauty! Creative Power. And have a care to be most civil: It’s really kind of such a noble Lord So humanly to gossip with the Devil!
LORD THE LORD Therein thou’rt free. willingly. seeks too soon the level. You’ll let me triumph with a swelling breast: Dust shall he eat. The waggish knave least trouble doth create. Unqualified repose he learns to crave. denying Spirits.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Agreed! But ’tis a short probation. God’s sons in love and duty. as Devil.
Nor Hell nor Devil can longer affright me.— And even. than those fops of teachers. productive powers explore. from Magic I seek assistance. Then. For this. that nothing can be known!
. from this desk.Goethe
FIRST PART OF THE TRAGEDY I
(A lofty-arched. And straight or cross-wise. Nor the world’s least pomp or honor hold— No dog would endure such a curst existence! Wherefore. seen climb the sky So many a midnight. with many woes. Gothic chamber. no wiser than before: I’m Magister—yea. whom I Have.— That I may detect the inmost force Which binds the world. Its germs. And here.— From end to end. at his desk. And thus the bitter task forego Of saying the things I do not know.— And see. I do not pretend to aught worth knowing. Doctor—hight. and guides its course. I do not pretend I could be a teacher To help or convert a fellow-creature. with labor keen. Medicine. These ten years long. I’ve led my scholars by the nose. I’m cleverer. restless. I’ve neither lands nor gold. That many a secret perchance I reach Through spirit-power and spirit-speech.)
That knowledge cuts me to the bone. wrong or right. Doctors and Magisters. FAUST in a chair UST. all pleasure am I foregoing. And rummage in empty words no more! O full and splendid Moon. Neither scruples nor doubts come now to smite me. alas! Theology. Scribes and Preachers. narrow. true. too.—would thy glow For the last time beheld my woe! 23
FAUST I’ve studied now Philosophy And Jurisprudence. poor fool! with all my lore I stand.
stuffed and packed— Such is my world: and what a world! And do I ask. Which to the vaulted ceiling creep. this empty brooding here. vital bliss In every vein and fibre newly glowing. This drear. Against the smoky paper thrust.
. accursed masonry. And instruments together hurled. With spirits through mountain-caverns hover. To health in thy dewy fountains bathe me! Ah. round me stacked. 24 Where God His human creature set. Amid thy blessed light could stand. With calm across my tumult stealing. answer me! (He opens the Book. Tis vain. But would that I. In smoke and mould the fleshless dead And bones of beasts surround me yet! Fly! Up. who traced this sign.— With glasses. freed from the fumes of lore that swathe me. With impulse. Though guessed the holy symbols be: Ye. free land! And this one Book of Mystery From Nostradamus’ very hand. holy. O’er books and papers saw me bend. Was it a God. And. wherefore my heart Falters. oppressed with unknown needs? Why some inexplicable smart All movement of my life impedes? Alas! in living Nature’s stead. mystic and divine. and seek the broad. boxes. if you hear me. come—ye hover near— Oh. through all my senses swiftly flowing! I feel a youthful. Float in thy twilight the meadows over. And Nature’s wise instruction seek. me! this dungeon still I see.Faust Ever thine eye. My troubled heart to joy unsealing.) Ha! what a sudden rapture leaps from this I view. on mountains grand. Hemmed in by many a toppling heap Of books worm-eaten. Where even the welcome daylight strains But duskly through the painted panes. With light of power my soul shall glow. gray with dust. Is’t not sufficient company? When I the starry courses know. Spirits. most mournful friend. and perceives the sign of the Macrocosm. As when to spirits spirits speak. Ancestral lumber.
exhaust me: Thou must! thou must! and though my life it cost me! (He seizes the book. No crash of shipwreck shall have power to fright me! Clouds gather over me— The moon conceals her light— The lamp’s extinguished!— Mists rise. Spirit of the Earth. ah! a show alone. angry rays are darting Around my head!—There falls A horror from the vaulted roof. ye feed: and am I vainly pining? (He turns the leaves impatiently. The woe of earth. Whereon hang Heaven’s and Earth’s desire. A ruddy flame flashes: the Spirit appears in the flame. and mysteriously pronounces the sign of the Spirit. And though the shock of storms may smite me. as drunk with new-made wine: New strength and heart to meet the world incite me. now first I recognize: “The spirit-world no closures fasten. absorb. Whereto our withered hearts aspire. Filling the All with harmony unceasing! How grand a show! but. ye beasts? Founts of all Being. And seizes me! I feel thy presence. Spirit I invoke! Reveal thyself! Ha! in my heart what rending stroke! With new impulsion My senses heave in this convulsion! I feel thee draw my heart. hasten To bathe thy breast in morning-red!” (He contemplates the sign. What says the sage. the bliss of earth. up! untiring. Thee.—red. Their golden urns reciprocally lending. Thy sense is shut. around my path. shining. invite me. Each in the other works and lives! Like heavenly forces rising and descending.) How otherwise upon me works this sign! Thou.) How each the Whole its substance gives. boundless Nature. clearer. revealing? Am I a God?—so clear mine eyes! In these pure features I behold Creative Nature to my soul unfold. thy heart is dead: Disciple. With wings that winnow blessing From Heaven through Earth I see them pressing.— Ye flow. art nearer: Even now my powers are loftier.)
. and perceives the sign of the 25 Earth-Spirit. I glow.Goethe The powers of Nature here. how make thee my own? Where you.
A fluctuant wave. Long from my sphere thy food exacted. Birth and the Grave. And shaped and cherished—which with joy expanded. I am Faust: I am thy peer! SPIRIT SPIRIT In the tides of Life.Faust SPIRIT SPIRIT Who calls me? Thee. banded? Where art thou. superhuman. Thus at Time’s humming loom ’tis my hand prepares The garment of Life which the Deity wears! 26
FAUST (with averted head) Terrible to see!
SPIRIT SPIRIT Me hast thou long with might attracted. which from itself a world did bear. A writhing worm. shall I then fear? Yes. a terror-stricken form? FAUST Thee. in Action’s storm. flowing Life. And now— FAUST Woe! I endure not thee!
SPIRIT SPIRIT To view me is thine aspiration. form of flame. My voice to hear. my presence breathing. Here am I!—what mean perturbation
. Thy powerful yearning moveth me. seeing. A weaving. To be our peer. whose voice has pierced to me. where? Where is the breast. An eternal sea. who. Trembles through all the depths of being. the Spirits. with us. shakes? Thy soul’s high calling. Who towards me pressed with all thine energy? He art thou. A shuttle free. all-glowing. my countenance to see. Faust.
how near I feel to thee! WAGNER SPIRIT SPIRIT Thou’rt like the Spirit which thou comprehendest.— Scarce through a glass. Not me! (Disappears. a preacher Might learn.Goethe FAUST Thou. (Enter WAGNER in dressing-gown and night-cap.) Pardon. a prisoned creature. when the priest comedian is by nature.
WAGNER Ah. Thou busy Spirit. I heard your declamation. I’ve often heard it said. when one studies thus. FAUST turns impatiently. Since now it stands one in good stead. That scarce the world on holidays can see. a lamp in GNER. How shall one lead it by persuasion?
. O Death!—I know it—’tis my Famulus! My fairest luck finds no fruition: In all the fullness of my vision The soulless sneak disturbs me thus! 27
FAUST Yes. ’Twas sure an old Greek tragedy you read? In such an art I crave some preparation. image of the Godhead! Not even like thee! (A knock). As haply now and then the case may be. by rare occasion. who around the wide world wendest.)
FAUST (overwhelmed) Not thee! Whom then? I. his hand. with a comedian for a teacher.
You cook the scraps from others’ fare. 28
WAGNER Yet through delivery orators succeed. then. Serene in primal strength. Save your own heart is eloquent! Suggest their own delivery. If such your taste. God! but Art is long. Are unrefreshing as the winds that blow The rustling leaves through chill autumnal vapor! WAGNER Ah. And from your heap of ashes hatching A starveling flame. haply. In head and breast there’s something wrong. ye blow it bare! Take children’s. monkeys’ gaze admiring. clear wit and sense
. And oft.
FAUST Seek thou the honest recompense! Beware. Save from the soul it rises clear. I feel that I am far behind. with their glittering show. the holy fount before thee. your discourses. But ne’er from heart to heart you’ll speak inspiring. You sit forever gluing. and be content. save you know the feeling. Where ye for men twist shredded thought like paper. alas! is fleeting.Faust FAUST You’ll ne’er attain it. a tinkling fool to be! With little art. with zeal my critic-duties meeting. And Life. Save what from thine own soul spontaneous breaks. What need. compelling The hearts and minds of all who hear. And if thou’rt moved to speak in earnest. ere one travels half the course Must the poor devil quit existence. A draught wherefrom thy thirst forever slakes? No true refreshment can restore thee. How hard it is to compass the assistance Whereby one rises to the source! And. FAUST Is parchment. indeed. that after words thou yearnest? Yes. patching.
the world—the human heart and brain! 29
. Our converse here must be suspended. That so our learned talk might be extended. With maxims most pragmatical and hitting. in the spirit of the ages planted. So. in Easter leisure. Friend. at the best.
FAUST O yes. I’ll ask. Of these one covets some slight apprehension. at your pleasure. Wherein the Ages are reflected. we have brought. An offal-barrel and a lumber-garret.
FAUST Yes. and grandly. you miserably mar it! At the first glance who sees it runs away. Or. a sage has thought. a Punch-and-Judy play. ’tis now the dead of night.]
WAGNER But then. Most zealously I seek for erudition: Much do I know—but to know all is my ambition. And to the mob laid bare each thought and feeling. my friend: the ages that are past Are now a book with seven seals protected: What you the Spirit of the Ages call Is nothing but the spirit of you all. We mark how. [Exit. And then. up to the stars at last! Listen. of the kind which men attain! Who dares the child’s true name in public mention? The few. how far his work.Goethe WAGNER Pardon! a great delight is granted When. though. with hearts that spurned concealing. I pray you. Have evermore been crucified and burned. oftentimes. Unwisely frank. This and the other question. ere our times. To-morrow. As in the mouths of puppets are befitting!
WAGNER I would have shared your watches with delight. who thereof something really learned.
image of the Godhead.— Which digs with eager hand for buried ore. God’s new Covenant repeating? Faithful and gracious. Trials that tested him. dullest! For thou hast torn me from that desperate state Which threatened soon to overwhelm my senses: The apparition was so giant-great. of spirit-presence fullest? And yet. Christ no more found we!
CHORUS CHORUS OF ANGELS Christ is ascended! Bliss hath invested him. through the night of Death. rejoices! Dare such a human voice disturb the flow. Which. when it finds an angle-worm. of all earth’s sons the poorest. 30
CHORUS CHORUS OF WOMEN With spices and precious Balm. entice me with your spell. Gloriously ended!
FAUST Why. I venture not to soar to yonder regions Whence the glad tidings hither float. The dearest child of Faith is Miracle. here in dust. And. who began— Deeming Eternal Truth secure in nearness— Ye choirs. It dwarfed and withered all my soul’s pretences! I. whose choice is To stick in shallow trash forevermore. Around me here. this once my thanks I owe To thee. We tenderly laid him: Linen to bind him Cleanlily wound we: Ah! when we would find him. where tender natures dwell. consoling chant. the angels ministrant Sang.— Woes that molested him. have ye begun the sweet. not loses hope. powerful sounds of Heaven? Peal rather there. alone. And yet. but faith has not been given. we arrayed him. from childhood up familiar with the note.
. Your messages I hear.Faust FAUST (solus) That brain. Ye gentle.
Thus is the Master near. Lovingly needing him. Rapture creative near? Ah! to the woe of earth Still are we native here. and all-gloriously Now sits exalted? Is He. to youth and all its sports appealing. ye hymns of Heaven. so sweet and mild! My tears gush forth: the Earth takes back her child! We. Once Heavenly Love sent down a burning kiss Upon my brow. filled with mystic presage. Brotherly feeding him. And Memory holds me now.— Thus is He here!
CHORUS CHORUS OF DISCIPLES Has He. succeeding Him. Him we miss. A sweet. 31
. chimed the church-bell slowly. Weeping. Break from your gloom! Praising and pleading him. And. his aspiring Followers. victoriously. Burst from the vaulted Grave. Blessing. Master. Sound on. These chants. in glow of birth. Thy bliss! CHORUS CHORUS OF ANGELS Christ is arisen. Proclaimed the Spring’s rejoicing holiday. the solemn way. And while a thousand tears were burning. Preaching and speeding him. desiring. And prayer dissolved me in a fervent bliss.Goethe To Life it now renews the old allegiance. Out of Corruption’s womb: Burst ye the prison. Back from the last. in Sabbath silence holy. with childish feeling. uncomprehended yearning Drove forth my feet through woods and meadows free. I felt a world arise for me.
in yonder hollow.
A FOURTH FOURTH Come up to Burgdorf? There you’ll find good cheer.
OTHERS THE OTHERS And what will you?
SEVERAL APPRENTICES SEVERAL Why do you go that way?
A THIRD As goes the crowd. trust me!
THE FIRST We’ll saunter to the Mill.
. it’s not a pleasant way. I follow. your jolly rows disgust me! 32
AN APPRENTICE Go to the River Tavern.)
SECOND APPRENTICE But then.
OTHERS We’re for the Hunters’ lodge. And jolly rows and squabbles. I should say.
A FIFTH You swaggering fellow. The finest lasses and the best of beer. is your hide A third time itching to be tried? I won’t go there.Faust
CITY-GATE BEFORE THE CITY-GATE
(Pedestrians of all kinds come forth. to-day.
Quick! lest our game escape us in the press:
. when they Might have the most genteel society to-day!
THE FIRST That’s no great luck for me. there! It’s really shameful. You’ll have him. But they’ll accept us.—these three are my delights. completely. old beer. Brother! not for me their formal ways. A strong. I’m sure. I declare. a pipe that stings and bites. A girl that takes my heart. My neighbor’s one of them.— Those.— But what is all your fun to me?
SECOND STUDENT (to the First) Not quite so fast! Two others come behind. Come. A girl in Sunday clothes. Brother! we must see them to the benches. when and where you wander: His partner in the dance you’ll be. They go their way with looks demure.—no! I’ll turn and go to town again. I heard him say. dressed so prettily and neatly. after all. ’tis plain. the buxom wenches! 33 No.
THE FIRST A STUDENT Deuce! how they step.
OTHER THE OTHER He’s surely not alone to-day: He’ll be with Curly-head.Goethe SERVANT-GIRL SERVANT-GIRL No.
ANOTHER ANOTHER We’ll surely find him by those poplars yonder. I find.— To follow servant-girls.
DAUGHTER CITIZEN’S DAUGHTER Just see those handsome fellows.
So. I say? Things worsen. too: Why. Neighbor! that’s my notion. that shows your pity. how needful here your aid is. ANOTHER ANOTHER CITIZEN On Sundays. his arrogance grows faster. we keep our good old fashions!
OLD WOMAN (to the Citizen’s Daughter) Dear me. there’s naught I take delight in. Behold. let loose their passions. on Sundays.—what improvement names he? Obedience. And see and lighten my distress! Let me not vainly sing my ditty. let them break their heads. how fine! So handsome.Faust The hand that wields the broom on Saturdays Will best. One at the window sits. our times of peace abiding. more than ever. and war’s array. holidays. The foreign people are a-fighting. And sees all sorts of ships go down the river gliding: And blesses then. He’s only glad who gives away: A holiday. our new-made Burgomaster! Since he’s installed. And more than ever we must pay!
THIRD CITIZEN BEGGAR (sings) Good gentlemen and lovely ladies. Shall be for me a harvest-day! Yes. here. And what you’d like I’ll undertake to get you. 34
. And mix things madly through and through. as home he wends At night. with glass and friends.
CITIZEN He suits me not at all. and so young! Who wouldn’t lose his heart. fondle and caress. Like gossiping of war. How has he helped the town. far away. So red of cheek and fine of dress. that met you? Don’t be so proud! I’ll hold my tongue. claims he. When down in Turkey.
— Calling to pleasure.
. just as he were living. with lofty Ramparts and towers. lest there be misgiving: ’Tis true. his face I can’t discover. Bold is the venture. a crownless king: Whence. Marching away!
OTHER THE OTHER She showed me mine. Everywhere form in development moveth. 35
FAUST AND WAGNER
FAUST Released from ice are brook and river By the quickening glance of the gracious Spring. The colors of hope to the valley cling. But the sun will permit no white to sparkle. He will brighten the world with the tints he loveth. she showed me. Agatha! I shun the witch’s sight Before folks. SOLDIERS Castles. Splendid the pay! Lads. Splendid the pay! And the soldiers go marching. Calling to ruin. he sends again Impotent showers of sleet that darkle In belts across the green o’ the plain. Both shall be ours! Bold is the venture. in crystal clear. And yet. I pry and peer. let the trumpets For us be suing. a soldier-lover: I seek him everywhere. ever retreating. With several wild young blades. Withdrawn to the mountains. on Saint Andrew’s Night. somehow. Such is its boon! Maidens and castles Capitulate soon. And weak old Winter himself must shiver. Maidens disdainful In Beauty’s array. Stormy our life is. My future sweetheart.Goethe DAUGHTER CITIZEN’S DAUGHTER Come.
The last full wherry takes the stream. and call it song!
EASANTS. ten-pin rolling I hate. profit. From the narrow. How lively. and from this height Back on the town direct thy sight. And overladen. scarce habitable. Scattering through gardens and fields remote. Who stood. nigh to sinking. no whit afraid. would shun these shallow matters. Sir Doctor. see! the multitude sallies.—these noises of the throng: They rave. From the churches’ solemn and reverend night. as Satan were their sports controlling. the dance surveying:
. crushing streets and alleys. lacking blossoms. And with his elbow punched a maid.—dare man to be! 36 WAGNER To stroll with you. Dances so many a festive boat. From the bonds of Work. wreath. flatters. blue. ’Tis honor. that broadly dallies. Since all that’s coarse provokes my enmity. While over the river. Yonder afar. To honor the Day of the Risen Lord! They feel. themselves. PEASANTS. gloomy gate. Here high and low contented see! Here I am Man. This fiddling. from the hill-paths blinking. and gayest vest Himself with care arraying: Around the linden lass and lad Already footed it like mad: Hurrah! hurrah! Hurrah—tarara-la! The fiddle-bow was playing. alone. and red. unto me. UNDER THE LINDEN-TREE (Dance and Song. I hear the noise of the village.Faust And. Here is the People’s proper Heaven. The motley throngs come forth elate: Each will the joy of the sunshine hoard.) All for the dance the shepherd dressed. yellow. He broke the ranks. shouting. From the pressing weight of roof and gable. Turn thee about. In ribbons. And call it mirth. All come forth to the cheerful light. even. from Trade’s restriction. He takes these gaudy people instead. dark rooms. Their clothes are colors that softly gleam. But I. Out of the hollow. their resurrection: From the low.
Among this crowd of merry folk. to stray. And round the linden sounded wide. in evil days. That now our day of joy you share. it is good of you. to-day.)
PEASANT OLD PEASANT In truth. We fill with fresh wine. panting. as the drops below its brink. With thanks and health to all and each. A highly-learned man. ’tis well and fitly timed. (The People gather in a circle about him. Then also take the finest can. Who heretofore. 37
. and then grew warm.Goethe The buxom wench. Waylaying and betraying! And yet. So many days of life you drink!
FAUST I take the cup you kindly reach.— Hurrah! hurrah! Hurrah—tarara-la! And hips and elbows straying. arm in arm. Now. they danced to right: Their kirtles all were playing. That thus you condescend. for your sake: I offer it. he coaxed her soon aside. And rested. They danced to left. she turned and said: “Now. Hurrah! hurrah! Hurrah—tarara-la! And the fiddle-bow was playing. PEASANT OLD PEASANT Sir Doctor. They first grew red. and humbly wish That not alone your thirst is slake. you I call a stupid-head!” Hurrah! hurrah! Hurrah—tarara-la! “Be decent while you’re staying!” Then round the circle went their flight. don’t be so familiar here! How many a one has fooled his dear.— That.
The fiddle stops.Faust Gave us so much of helping care. That snatched him from the fever’s rage And stayed the plague in all the land. Who teaches help. Then also you. as far as yonder stone!— Here from our wandering will we rest contented. Here. (He goes on with WAGNER GNER.
ALL FAUST Health to the man. so skilled and tried. they stand in rows to see. The end of that far-spreading death 38
FAUST To Him above bow down. thou great man. That for our help he long may abide! A few more steps ascend. whose gifts his station With such advantages endow! Thou’rt shown to all the younger generation: Each asks. and presses near to gaze. and they would bend the knee As if the Holy Host came by. When foolish fasts and prayers my life tormented. Thou goest. my friends. I’ve lingered oft alone.
FAUST No test or trial you evaded: A Helping God the helper aided. And all the caps are lifted high. I’ve striven. must thou Receive the people’s honest veneration! How lucky he. But you in health came out again. and succor sends!
. Saved by your father’s skillful hand. Still many a man stands living here. With tears. Here.)
WAGNER With what a feeling. rich in hope and firm in faith. the dance delays. wrung hands and sighs. lost in thought. A little more. though but a youth. Went into every house of pain: Many the corpses carried forth.
one needs to use. pondered With labor whimsical. who still renews The hope. new fields of life exploring. By turns in either bridal chamber housed. That sire or son such praises merit! My father’s was a sombre. therefore. The art bequeathed to his possession! Dost thou thy father honor. and pain: Who. But let us not. The green-embosomed houses glitter! The glow retreats. so The fortune of this hour embitter! Mark how. as man. Worse than the pestilence.Goethe Entreating from the Lord of Heaven! Now like contempt the crowd’s applauses seem: Couldst thou but read. Thousands were done to death from poison of my giving. Which through the holy spheres of Nature groped and wandered. Ah. with the strictest care. one uses never. How little now I deem. follow soaring! Then would I see eternal Evening gild
. beneath the evening sunlight’s glow. There was a Lion red. Among these vales and hills surrounding. our hellish boluses compounding. It yonder hastes. brooding brain. Within the Lily’s tepid bath espoused. done is the day of toil. The young Queen in her crystal shell. by such despondence. With proved adepts in company. from Error’s deeps to rise forever! That which one does not know. And I must hear. Opposing substances agree. The shameless murderers praised at last! 39 WAGNER Why. And honestly. as a youth? Then may his teaching cheerfully impel thee: Dost thou. And both. And what one knows. If then appeared. in his dusky work-shop bending. with colors splendid. Made. within mine inmost spirit. This was the medicine—the patients’ woes soon ended.
FAUST O happy he. tormented then by flame unsparing. yield to such depression? A good man does his honest share In exercising. Upon its track to follow. And none demanded: who got well? Thus we. that no wing can lift me from the soil. have passed. increase the stores of truth? Then may thine own son afterwards excel thee. in his own fashion. a wooer daring. from his recipes unending. by all the living.
‘Twixt Heaven and Earth on potent errands fleeing. The mountain-chain. its brother. in shining sleep! Yet. myself. The new-born impulse fires my mind. alas! reside within my breast.— I hasten on. never seek to know the other! Two souls. One with tenacious organs holds in love And clinging lust the world in its embraces. Alas! the wings that lift the mind no aid Of wings to lift the body can bequeath me. his beams eternal drinking. The other strongly sweeps. as this is. WAGNER I’ve had. lost in the vaulted azure. If there be airy spirits near. All Heaven descends. Let them drop down the golden atmosphere. Nor would I beg the bird his wing to spare us: How otherwise the mental raptures bear us From page to page. from book to book! Then winter nights take loveliness untold. The lark sends down his flickering lay. with all its gorges deep. Yet in each soul is born the pleasure Of yearning onward. When o’er our heads. some odd caprices. The Day before me and the Night behind. One soon fatigues. Above me heaven unfurled. And now before mine eyes expands the ocean With all its bays. 40
.Faust The silent world beneath me glowing.— A glorious dream! though now the glories fade. And over plains and lakes and islands The crane sails by to other shores. On fire each mountain-peak. and opens bright around you!
FAUST One impulse art thou conscious of. Would then no more impede my godlike motion. at times. this dust above. O. on woods and fields to look. As warmer life in every limb had crowned you. finally. And when your hands unroll some parchment rare and old. and repels. But never yet such impulse felt. with peace each valley filled. the weary god is sinking. the floor of waves beneath me. at best. upward and away. The silver brook to golden rivers flowing. And each withdraws from.— When over crags and piny highlands The poising eagle slowly soars. Into the high ancestral spaces.
Goethe And bear me forth to new and varied being! Yea. field. his track to find. Swift from the North the spirit-fangs so sharp Sweep down. because they gladly cheat us. But. when with lies they meet us. if a magic mantle once were mine. From Heaven they represent themselves to be. Which through the firmament diffused is faring. with such astonished eyes? What. In every quarter is preparing. and with their barbéd points assail you. And danger thousand-fold. our race to wrong. Then from the East they come. to dry and warp Your lungs. And scents about. prompt for injury. 41 Seest thou the black dog coursing there. through corn and stubble?
WAGNER Long since: yet deemed him not important in the least.
FAUST Inspect him close: for what tak’st thou the beast?
WAGNER Why. I would not for the costliest stores of treasure— Not for a monarch’s robe—the gift resign. They gladly hearken.
. the vapors fall. And lisp like angels.— Gladly obey. let us go! ’Tis gray and dusky all: The air is cold. can your mind so trouble?
FAUST WAGNER Invoke not thus the well-known throng. in the twilight. till breath and being fail you: If from the Desert sendeth them the South. one learns his house to prize:— Why stand you thus. The West leads on a host. With fire on fire your throbbing forehead crowning. To waft me o’er the world at pleasure. and you are drowning. At night. for a poodle who has lost his master. to cure the drouth Only when meadow.
FAUST The circle narrows: he is near!
WAGNER A dog thou seest. Follows his path of mystery. follow us! Come here. he’ll quickly bring it. all!
WAGNER It may be that your eyes deceive you slightly. and you will see him wait. Stand still. and he gambols straight. some future chain to bind. Since. here! Behold him stop—upon his belly crawl—His tail set wagging: canine habits. in doubt.Faust FAUST Seest thou the spiral circles. If something’s lost.
WAGNER I see him timidly. drollest beast. round us seems to wind? A streaming trail of fire.
. two strangers doth he find. if in the stream you fling it. Address him.
FAUST FAUST It seems to me that with enchanted cunning He snares our feet. if I see rightly. Naught but a plain black poodle do I see. around us running. and not a phantom. narrowing faster. in his master’s stead. Come. approaching.— Your cane. at least!
WAGNER ’Tis the absurdest. Which he.
Goethe FAUST No doubt you’re right: no trace of mind. Within whose dread and holy keeping The better soul awakes to light. I own. Is by the wisest tolerated. The love of God revives again. The deeds of passion cease to chain. Yes.— The clever scholar of the students. I leave in deep. alone.)
FAUST (Entering. he! (They pass in the city-gate. As thou. prophetic night. The love of Man revives within us.) Behind me. up yonder. Is in the beast: I see but drill. when he’s well educated. make not such racket and riot! Why at the threshold wilt snuffing be? Behind the stove repose thee in quiet! My softest cushion I give to thee. thou poodle. on the mountain’s crest. 43
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WAGNER The dog. with the poodle. Be still. So now I take thee into my keeping. The wild desires no longer win us. he deserves your favor thoroughly. with running and leaping Amused us hast. field and meadow sleeping.
within our narrow chamber The lamp with friendly lustre glows. and commences. Is it the Thought which works. indeed? “In the Beginning was the Power. though will thereto be stronger. Than here. And in the heart. The hallowed Original To change to my beloved German. stop that howling. Contentment flows from out my breast no longer. this want may be supplied us.) ’Tis written: “In the Beginning was the Word. The sacred tones that my soul embrace. that Man despises What he never comprehends. And the Good and the Beautiful vilipends. more nobly sent. (He opens a volume. in our New Testament. Why must the stream so soon run dry and fail us. Flames in the breast each faded ember.” Here am I balked: who.Faust A welcome. 44 We pine and thirst for Revelation. guest. Ah. creates. snarl his displeasure? But ah! I feel. a warning is suggested. now can help afford? The Word?—impossible so high to rate it. when. Yet. That I the sense may not have fairly tested. And burning thirst again assail us? Therein I’ve borne so much probation! And yet. like man. We call the Supernatural to guide us. The Spirit aids me: now I see the light! “In the Beginning was the Act. to reach.” I read. the rivers of existence. but also a silent. If by the Spirit I am truly taught. itself that knows. Then thus: “In the Beginning was the Thought” This first line let me weigh completely. its meaning to determine. Lest my impatient pen proceed too fleetly.— With honest purpose. Then Hope again lends sweet assistance. The very founts of Life. I feel impelled. poodle! To the sound that rises. Finding them often hard to measure: Will the dog. If I must share my chamber with thee. This bestial noise is out of place. We are used to see. as I write. prithee! Cease to bark and bellow!
. Snarl not. And Reason then resumes her speech: One yearns. Poodle.” I write. Which nowhere worthier is. And otherwise must I translate it. once for all.
If your aid avail him. to encounter the beast. as bidden! Sylph.— No mastery he inherits Over the Spirits. One of us. No longer guest-right I bestow. Undine. without measure.Goethe Such a noisy. But what do I see in the creature? Is that in the course of nature? Is’t actual fact? or Fancy’s shows? How long and broad my poodle grows! He rises mightily: A canine form that cannot be! What a spectre I’ve harbored thus! He resembles a hippopotamus. teeth terrible to see: O. With fiery eyes. now am I sure of thee! For all of thy half-hellish brood The Key of Solomon is good. Salamander! 45
SPIRIT IRITS SPIRITS (in the corridor) Some one. within. art free to go.
FAUST First. And he’ll work himself out. Let it not fail him. Take heed—look about!
. dost hear me! Must leave. The Words of the Four be addressed: Salamander. be laborious! Who knows not their sense (These elements). shine glorious! Wave. follow him not! Like the fox in a snare. Has wrought for our pleasure. I fear me. Back and forth hover. Quakes the old hell-lynx there. is caught! Stay without. The door is open. disturbing fellow I’ll no longer suffer near me.— Their properties And power not sees. Under and over. be thou hidden! Gnome. Vanish in flaming ether. For he.
no feature Lurks in the creature. Sylph! Bring help to hearth and shelf. expand! It fills the space entire.
. it seems. The cohorts of Hell! With hair all bristling. unoriginate. and grins disdain: Not yet. and finish thus! Of the Four. 46 Pierced irredressibly! Behind the stove still banned. ever faster. Now. steps forth from behind the stove. have I given him pain. Mist-like melting. Hell’s fugitive stray-one? The sign witness now. in the costume of a Travelling Scholar. Undine! Shine in meteor-sheen. Named inexpressibly. not vain the threats I bring thee: With holy fire I’ll scorch and sting thee! Wait not to know The threefold dazzling glow! Wait not to know The strongest art within my hands!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (while the vapor is dissipating. Base Being. Hear me exorcise thee! Art thou.— Lay thyself at the feet of the Master! Thou seest. Incubus! Incubus! Step forward. Before which they bow. then? The casus is diverting. an elephant. ’Tis enough: ascend no higher.) Why such a noise? What are my lord’s commands?
FAUST This was the poodle’s real core. See it. to undisguise thee. A travelling scholar. Through all Heaven impermeate.Faust Flow foamingly together. my gay one. hearest thou? Knowest and fearest thou The One. Quiet he lies. it begins to swell.
Which always wills the Bad. and always works the Good. were naught created. yet show’st complete to me?
.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The learned gentleman I bow before: You’ve made me roundly sweat. Destroyer. For one whose mind the Word so much despises.— That is my proper element. Who art thou. from the Void Called forth. then? 47
FAUST Thou nam’st thyself a part.
FAUST What is thy name?
FAUST What hidden sense in this enigma lies?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES A question small.
FAUST With all you gentlemen.— Destruction. the name’s a test. it seems. Clearly the latter it implies In names like Beelzebub. scorning all external gleams. then.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I am the Spirit that Denies! And justly so: for all things. that’s certain! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Part of that Power. Who. all which you as Sin have rated.—aught with Evil blent. not understood. deserve to be destroyed: ‘Twere better. Whereby the nature usually is expressed. Father of Lies. The depths of being only prizes. Thus.
and chilly. it dies! That which to Naught is in resistance set. There’s nothing special of my own to show!
FAUST FAUST I see the plan thou art pursuing: Thou canst not compass general ruin. the struggle fails. If Man. human brood. And claims of Mother Night her ancient place. and warm. The haughty Light. By bodies is its course impeded. once All. bodies beautifies.—has yet. in cold disdain You now oppose the fist infernal. And yet. in primal Night. and wet. So. ere. It makes me furious. And so. fettered. to begin! 48
MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP And truly ’tis not much. since Light. In dry. which now disputes the space. can see Himself a whole so frequently. that microcosmic fool. Back into quiet settle sea and land! And that damned stuff. the bestial. volcano’s brand. And hast on smaller scale begun. Not been by me disturbed or shaken: From earthquake.— The Something of this clumsy world. tempest. but little time is needed. Queer Son of Chaos. And had I not the Flame reserved. With all that I have undertaken. wave. Still. to the actively eternal Creative force. when all is done. I hope. unto bodies cleaves: It flows from bodies. howe’er it weaves.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The modest truth I speak to thee. fresher blood.
. Earth. really. Part of the Part am I. Whose wicked clench is all in vain! Some other labor seek thou rather. and Air unfolding. why. such things beholding: From Water. A thousand germs break forth and grow.— Part of the Darkness which brought forth the Light. in having that to play with? How many have I made away with! And ever circulates a newer. as the bodies die.— What use.
Is open left—the lines don’t fit it. 49
. Might I. this time. perhaps. Though our acquaintance is so recent. we’ll consider: thou canst gather My views. that on your threshold made is. when next I venture in.—Chance. thou’rt prisoner to me? It seems the business has succeeded.
FAUST Well. The outer angle.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Well. how cam’st thou in to me? Could such a spirit be so cheated?
MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Inspect the thing: the drawing’s not completed. the door is yonder. A chimney. thou Son of Hades. tell me now. My steps by one slight obstacle controlled. For further visits thou hast leave.— The wizard’s-foot.
FAUST Why thou shouldst ask. you may see. as after thee he speeded. I don’t perceive. But other aspects now obtain: The Devil can’t get out again. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The poodle naught remarked. depart at present? If that prevents. The window’s here.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I must confess that forth I may not wander. also. you behold. has fairly hit it! And thus.
FAUST The pentagram prohibits thee? Why.
the open window-pane! FAUST One moment more I ask thee to remain. But stipulating. Who traps the Devil. The first is free to us. that I may With arts of mine afford thee recreation. 50 An’t please thee.—surely?
FAUST I have not snares around thee cast.
FAUST In Hell itself. then. also I’m content to stay. Release me. No skinflint bargain shalt thou see.Faust FAUST Try. Then thou.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES For Devils and for spectres this is law: Where they have entered in.
MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES All that is promised shall delight thee purely. Thyself hast led thyself into the meshes. We’ll talk about the matter soon. laws are reckoned? That’s well! So might a compact be Made with you gentlemen—and binding. And serve thee in a social station. we’re governed by the second. mayst question and compel me. to tell me. Some pleasant news. then. hold him fast! Not soon a second time he’ll catch a prey so precious. at least. But this is not of swift conclusion. now! I soon shall come again.
. I do entreat this boon— Leave to withdraw from my intrusion. there also they withdraw. And now. at will.
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MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES My friend. Heaven’s own children In beauty bewildering. ye darking Arches above him! Loveliest weather. Born of blue ether. The lovely pictures they shall bring thee.
. past all pretences. Thy scent will be to bliss invited. thou’lt win. Landscape and bower. More in this hour to soothe thy senses. Where. Waveringly bending. Cover. so begin!
SPIRIT IRITS SPIRITS Vanish.Goethe FAUST Thereto I willingly agree. They. Tranquiller-hearted Suns are on high. in seclusion. If the diversion pleasant be. out-flowing. Thy nerves of touch ecstatic glow! All unprepared. Longing unending Follows them over. That which the dainty spirits sing thee. Break from the sky! O that the darkling Clouds had departed! Starlight is sparkling. or Flow into rivers Of foaming and flashing Wine. the charm I spin: We’re here together. Thy palate then with taste delighted. Lovers are plighted. in going. with their glowing Garments. Pass as they hover. Bower on bower! Tendrils unblighted! Lo! in a shower Grapes that o’ercluster Gush into must. Are more than magic’s empty show. Than in the year’s monotony. Lost in illusion.
for the threshold’s magic which controlled him. The lord of rats and eke of mice. dream thy dreams. O Faust. Circling the islands. ye fays! your airy number Have sung him truly into slumber: For this performance I your debtor prove. engraven.— Not yet art thou the man. Some of them scaling Boldly the highlands. that flatter. the inspiring Sound of their quiring! See. Emerald shore-lands! And the winged races Drink. To gnaw it where. he paints the spot for thee:— There com’st thou.— All for the distant 52 Star of existent Rapture and Love!
MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP He sleeps! Enough. as it boundeth Down the high places. Others are sailing. Of flies and bed-bugs. Plunge him in seas of sweet untruth! Yet. Life-ward all hieing. the entrancing Whirl of their dancing! All in the air are Freer and fairer. I use no lengthened invocation: Here rustles one that soon will work my liberation. until we meet once more!
.Faust Gems. at once! The point which made me craven Is forward. on the ledge. Blossoming forelands. In happy embraces. Others are flying. And spreading. Another bite makes free the door: So. frogs and lice. with just a morsel Of oil. Summons thee hither to the door-sill. surroundeth With crystalline spaces. The Devil needs a rat’s quick tooth. hopping on to me! To work. and fly onward— Fly ever sunward To the enticing Islands. to catch the Fiend and hold him!— With fairest images of dreams infold him. Dipping and rising Light on the water! Hark.
And that a poodle ran away?
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MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES FAUST A knock? Come in! Again my quiet broken?
MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP ’Tis I!
FAUST Come in!
MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Thrice must the words be spoken.Goethe FAUST (awaking) Am I again so foully cheated? Remains there naught of lofty spirit-sway. But that a dream the Devil counterfeited. 53
Death is desired. Upon the verge of bitter weeping. sharp sword for show or quarrel. A cloak in silken lustre swimming. But some wild dream is sent to fray me. A long. For now. when night descends. I come. then! What from the world have I to gain? Thou shalt abstain—renounce—refrain! Such is the everlasting song That in the ears of all men rings. by the burden of my days oppressed. In very terror I at morn awake. In scarlet coat. So. Each hour. also. too. To don the self-same gay apparel. The God that in my breast is owned Can deeply stir the inner sources. That. a squire of high degree.— And I advise thee. The God. 54
. He cannot change external forces.— That unrelieved. whatever my attire. brief and flat. thy vapors to dispel. Too old am I to play with passion. I hope we’ll suit each other well. and Life a thing unblest!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Thus thou pleasest me. Life be at last revealed to thee!
FAUST This life of earth. to be without desire. in passing. To no one hope of mine—not one—its promise keeping:— That even each joy’s presentiment With wilful cavil would diminish. our whole life long. how anxiously Upon my couch of sleep I lay me: There. from this den released. With grinning masks of life prevent My mind its fairest work to finish! Then.Faust FAUST Come in. hoarsely sings. A tall cock’s-feather in my hat. comes no rest to me. To see the day of disappointment break. Would pain me in its wonted fashion. above my powers enthroned. with golden trimming. and free. Too young.
after rapid. when he with treasures To restless action spurs our fate! Cursed when. the high ambition Wherewith the mind itself deludes! Cursed be the glare of apparition That on the finer sense intrudes! Cursed be the lying dream’s impression Of name. He lays for us the pillows straight! 55
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES And yet. ha! thy pleasure seems to be. retrieving My thoughts from torment. clear echoes came. at once. In clasping maiden-arms he findeth! O would that I. led me on. and fame. And sweet.
FAUST Eavesdropping. As wife and child. Yet now I curse whate’er entices And snares the soul with visions vain. all that flatters as possession. when victory glances. indulgent leisures.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES And yet is never Death a wholly welcome guest. A certain liquid was not drunken. before that spirit-power. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Omniscient am I not. maddening dances. had sunken!
FAUST Though some familiar tone. deceiving A faith bequeathed from Childhood’s dawn. for soft. yet much is known to me. by some one. Ravished and rapt from life. as knave and plow! Cursed Mammon be. in that nightly hour. The bloody laurels on the brow he bindeth! Whom. for whom.
FAUST O fortunate. and laurelled brow! Cursed. With dazzling cheats and dear devices Confines it in this cave of pain! Cursed be.
In thine own bosom build it anew! Bid the new career Commence.— Will serve thee at once and forever With best endeavor. Hope!—cursed Faith. And. Will as servant. With clearer sense. And the new songs of cheer
. also. Brightlier Build it again. with thee abide. wilt thou to me entrust Thy steps through life. to deeds and passion Counsel in shrewd old-fashion! Into the world of strife. By the blow of a demigod shattered! The scattered Fragments into the Void we carry. This nursing of the pain forego thee. feeds upon thy breast! The worst society thou find’st will show thee Thou art a man among the rest. I’ll guide thee. The beautiful world. slave. if thou art satisfied. Out of this lonely life That of senses and sap has betrayed thee.— Will willingly walk beside thee. Deploring The beauty perished beyond restoring. 56
CHORUS SPIRIT IRITS CHORUS OF SPIRITS (invisible) Woe! woe! Thou hast it destroyed. Yet. Hear them. With powerful fist: In ruin ’tis hurled. That.Faust Cursed be the vine’s transcendent nectar. like a vulture. They would persuade thee. But ’tis not meant to thrust Thee into the mob thou hatest! I am not one of the greatest. Mightier For the children of men.— The highest favor Love lets fall! Cursed. the spectre! And cursed be Patience most of all! Be sung thereto!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES These are the small dependants Who give me attendance.
FAUST No—no! The Devil is an egotist. on this earth. without a why or wherefore. Here. And to thine every nod obedient be: When There again we come together. And when from these my life itself divorces. I’ll wear thy tether. its place may fill. Speak thy conditions plain and clear! With such a servant danger comes. Come. in its supreme endeavor. canst thou venture. Yon sun beholds my sorrows in his courses. bind thyself by prompt indenture. my pleasures have their sources. And thou mine arts with joy shalt see: What no man ever saw. even. I’ll give to thee. “For God’s sake.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The time is long: thou need’st not now insist.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES In this sense.” others to assist. poor Devil. Let happen all that can or will! I’ll hear no more: ’tis vain to ponder If there we cherish love or hate. 57
. then. A High and Low our souls await. I fear. Then shalt thou do the same for me.
FAUST Canst thou. in the spheres we dream of yonder. give me whatsoever? When was a human soul.Goethe FAUST And what shall be my counter-service therefor? FAUST The There my scruples naught increases. When thou hast dashed this world to pieces. And is not apt. The other. an unwearied slave.
MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Here. Or.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Done!
FAUST And heartily! When thus I hail the Moment flying: “Ah. hast thou food which never satiates.— A maid that. Then Time be finished unto me!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Such a demand alarms me not: Such treasures have I. Let that day be the last for me! The bet I offer. even from my breast. Beckons my neighbor with her wanton glances. There let.— 58
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Consider well: my memory good is rated. My final ruin then declare! Then let the death-bell chime the token. now.Faust E’er understood by such as thou? Yet.
. good my friend. one’s fingers through.— A game whose winnings no man ever knew. rot. my record end! Canst thou with lying flattery rule me. ere they’re gathered. myself I see. That runs. The meteor that a moment dances. the hand be broken. Until. quicksilver-like. at once. Then art thou from thy service free! The clock may stop. And Honor’s godlike zest. and can show them. ruddy gold hast thou. still delay—thou art so fair!” Then bind me in thy bonds undying. self-pleased. But still the time may reach us. When peace we crave and more luxurious diet. And trees that daily with new leafage clothe them! Canst thou with rich enjoyment fool me.— The restless.
FAUST When on an idler’s bed I stretch myself in quiet.— Show me the fruits that.
I pray. And shall a promise bind my being? Yet this delusion in our hearts we bear: Who would himself therefrom deliver? Blest he. A spectre is. The word. that what I speak to-day Shall stand. whate’er I do— If thine. No sacrifice shall he repent of ever. Give me a line or two. or chisel. say?— Brass. quill. Base Spirit. My powers I have not rashly estimated: A slave am I. clay? The terms with graver. Pedant.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Why heat thyself. thus instantly. parchment. a document? Hast never known a man. paper. And wax and leather keep the lordship then. What wilt from me.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Then at the Doctors’-banquet I. But one thing more! Beyond all risk to bind thee. Nathless a parchment. which all to shun endeavor. writ and stamped with care. Will as a servant wait behind thee. whose bosom Truth makes pure and fair! 59
FAUST If thou therewith art fully satisfied. marble. With eloquence exaggerated? Each leaf for such a pact is good.
FAUST Demand’st thou. stated? I freely leave the choice to thee. And to subscribe thy name thou’lt take a drop of blood. nor proved his word’s intent? Is’t not enough. with all my future days agreeing? In all its tides sweeps not the world away.
.Goethe FAUST Thou hast a perfect right thereto. or whose? ’tis needless to debate it. So let us by the farce abide. to-day. too. alas! dies even in the pen.
who for many a thousand year
. Whether you everywhere be trying. My proper place is thy estate: The Mighty Spirit deigns me no reply. May it agree with you. And Nature shuts on me her gate. Let us the sensual deeps explore. I have myself inflated all too high. Enamored hate. Or snatch a rapid bliss in flying. The thread of Thought at last is broken. of its thirst for knowledge sated. exhilarant disdain. Shall heap upon itself their bliss and sorrow. I take the wildering whirl. And worry and success. In the rush and roll of Circumstance! Then may delight and distress. as best they can: Restless activity proves the man! 60
FAUST But thou hast heard. And thus. no term is set. ’tis not of joy we’re talking. shall with them all be stranded!
MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Believe me. My bosom. my own sole self to all their selves expanded. what you get! Only fall to. at last. I too. Shall not.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Blood is a juice of rarest quality. lowest forms my soul shall borrow. enjoyment’s keenest pain. To quench the fervors of glowing passion! Let every marvel take form and fashion Through the impervious veil it wore! Plunge we in Time’s tumultuous dance. Alternately follow.
FAUST Fear not that I this pact shall seek to sever? The promise that I make to thee Is just the sum of my endeavor. And all of life for all mankind created Shall be within mine inmost being tested: The highest. and show no timid balking. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES For you no bound. from any pang be wrested. henceforth. And knowledge brings disgust unspoken.
Give the rein to his imagination. out of sight. league thyself with a poet. the time is fleeting.— The courage of the lion’s breed.
FAUST Nay. And teach thy pulses of youth and pleasure To love by rule. Whereto yearns every sense within me?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES A good reply! One only fear still needs repeating: The art is long. then. but I will!
FAUST What am I. and hate by measure! I’d like.Goethe The same tough meat have chewed and tested. such a one to see: Sir Microcosm his name should be. if ’tis denied my part The crown of all humanity to win me. Set wigs of million curls upon thy head. to raise thee. The North’s firm fortitude! Let him find for thee the secret tether That binds the Noble and Mean together. 61 MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Why. And you he dowers with Day and Night. The wild stag’s speed.—the truth betrays thee. on the whole. Then wear the crown. and show it. That from the cradle to the bier No man the ancient leaven has digested! Trust one of us. Wear shoes an ell in height. Of the qualities of his creation. myself. say I! Go. Then let thyself be taught. thou’rt—what thou art. this Whole supernal Is made but for a God’s delight! He dwells in splendor single and eternal. But us he thrusts in darkness. The Italian’s fiery blood.
. And thou remainest—what thou art.
a speculative wight 62
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES We’ll try a wider sphere. hither steering. then! let reflection rest. Are not their forces also lent me? I speed along.
. No fount of newer strength is in my brain: I am no hair’s-breadth more in height. Take hold.Faust FAUST I feel. Zounds! Both hands and feet are. completest man of all. you see the facts precisely As they are seen by each and all. in vain. To bore thyself and bore the students? Let Neighbor Paunch to that attend! Why plague thyself with threshing straw forever? The best thou learnest. That round and round some fiend misleads to evil plight. in the end Thou dar’st not tell the youngsters—never! I hear one’s footsteps. truly— And head and virile forces—thine: Yet all that I indulge in newly. is’t even prudence. Before the joys of life shall pall. As though my legs were four-and-twenty. Is like a beast on moorlands lean. We must arrange them now. more wisely. And plunge into the world with zest! I say to thee. that I have made the treasure Of human thought and knowledge mine. indeed. And if I now sit down in restful leisure. to the Infinite. Why. Is’t thence less wholly mine? If I’ve six stallions in my stall. I ask. Nor nearer.
FAUST Then how shall we begin?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Good Sir.
FAUST To see him now I have no heart. What place of martyrdom is here! Is’t life. While all about lie pastures fresh and green.
To greet and know the man of fame. Whose over-hasty impulse drave him Past earthly joys he might secure. naught could save him. With struggling. as others be. Have you. devoted and sincere. Through flat and stale indifference. prepare thyself with speed! [Exit FAUST UST.] STUDENT MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (In FAUST ’S long mantle. onwards. untrammelled spirit gave him. And come.) UST’S Reason and Knowledge only thou despise. checking. Still were he lost forevermore! (A STUDENT enters. The dream of drink shall mock.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES So long the poor boy waits a hearing. Thy cap and mantle straightway lend me! I’ll play the comedy with art. (He disguises himself. But fifteen minutes’ time is all I need. elsewhere begun?
. am I here. so deprave him That. ever must endure. will I enslave him. 63 A short time. He must not unconsoled depart. As forwards. only. For our fine trip. will befriend me. The highest strength in man that lies! Let but the Lying Spirit bind thee With magic works and shows that blind thee. to his hot. Whom men to me with reverence name. meanwhile.)
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Your courtesy doth flatter me: You see a man.) My wits. insatiate sense. Dragged through the wildest life. but never lave him: Refreshment shall his lips in vain implore— Had he not made himself the Devil’s. perchance. be certain. chilling. And I shall have thee fast and sure!— Fate such a bold.
I must avow.Faust STUDENT Receive me now. And when the lecture-halls receive me. and healthy blood: My mother was hardly willing to let me. The special faculty you seek. Seeing. reluctant. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES All that depends on habitude. at the breasts of Wisdom clinging. I find these walls. I pray. STUDENT I’d like to leave it. Tis all so cramped and close and mean. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Explain. no glimpse of green. Somewhat of cash. But knowledge worth having I fain would get me. the proper means to gain them. But tell me. pray. takes its food.
STUDENT I crave the highest erudition. and thinking leave me. And fain would make my acquisition All that there is in Earth and Heaven. 64
. But soon to seek them is beguiled. One sees no tree.
MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP STUDENT Then you have reached the right place now. I’ll hang thereon with joy. as one Who comes to you with courage good. hearing. before you further speak. Thus. Thou’lt find each day a greater rapture bringing. and freely drain them. these vaulted spaces Are anything but pleasant places. So from its mother’s breasts a child At first.
So. What once you did at a single blow.— That one. the collegium logicum. I promise. Days will be spent to bid you know. Yet.
. First drives out the soul with rigid persistence. this Chemistry names. Nor knows how herself she banters and blames! 65
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Here is the genuine path for you. the second so. Then. Where fly the shuttles hither and thither. Like eating and drinking. First. Instead of shooting here and there. free and strong. But time through order may be won. Therefore the third and fourth are so. But never succeed in being weavers. ‘Twill plod along the path of thought. Friend (my views to briefly sum). A will-o’-the-wisp in murky air.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Use well your time! It flies so swiftly from us. alas! Encheiresin natures. Where a thousand threads one treadle throws.Goethe In Nature and in Science too. Were not the first and second. truly. Truly the fabric of mental fleece Resembles a weaver’s masterpiece. As if in Spanish boots ‘twere laced. to graver paces brought.
STUDENT Body and soul thereon I’ll wreak. Yet strict attention must be given. then The third and fourth had never been. two. There will your mind be drilled and braced. Then the parts in his hand he may hold and class. And thus. But the spiritual link is lost. no otherwise it could have been: The first was so. He who would study organic existence. the philosopher steps in And shows. I’ve some inclination On summer holidays to seek A little freedom and recreation. three! thereto belong. And an infinite combination grows. The scholars are everywhere believers. Unseen the threads are knit together.
in black and white.Faust STUDENT I cannot understand you quite. To order rigidly adhere. But first. all things reducing. As did the Holy Ghost dictate to thee!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Your mind will shortly be set aright. be on hand! Prepare beforehand for your part With paragraphs all got by heart. 66 Yet choose thyself a faculty!
STUDENT I cannot reconcile myself to Jurisprudence.
STUDENT STUDENT I feel as stupid.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP And after—first and foremost duty—Of Metaphysics learn the use and beauty! See that you most profoundly gain What does not suit the human brain! A splendid word to serve. One carries home and then goes through it. When you have learned. And when the clock strikes. how useful ’tis to write. and look That naught is said but what is in the book: Yet in thy writing as unwearied be. As if a mill-wheel whirled in my head! No need to tell me twice to do it! I think. Five hours a day. To classify them for your using. at least this half a year. For what one has. So you can better watch. from all you’ve said.
. you understand. you’ll find For what goes in—or won’t go in—your mind.
therefore woe to thee! The right born with us. one alone. Of course! But only shun too over-sharp a tension.— From generation unto generation fitted. Beneficence a worry: Thou art a grandchild.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES STUDENT My own disgust is strengthened by your speech: O lucky he. as regards this science. And shifted round from place to place. ours in verity. whom you shall teach! I’ve almost for Theology decided. All rights and laws are still transmitted Like an eternal sickness of the race. let me hint ’Tis very hard to shun the false direction. This to consider.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Nor can I therefore greatly blame you students: I know what science this has come to be.
STUDENT Yet in the word must some idea be. Systems to words ’tis easy suiting.
HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES I should not wish to see you here misguided: For. alas! no hurry. in sooth. Reason becomes a sham. Hear. there’s.
. A word steps promptly in as deputy. it baffles your detection. And simply take your master’s words for truth. There’s so much secret poison lurking in ‘t. On words ’tis excellent believing. for that is best. With words ’tis excellent disputing. So like the medicine. therefore. For just where fails the comprehension. No word can ever lose a jot from thieving. 67
STUDENT Pardon! With many questions I detain you. On words let your attention centre! Then through the safest gate you’ll enter The temple-halls of Certainty.
Just as God will! In vain that through the realms of science you may drift. To let it go at last. so please ye. now! The How and Where. with burning sidelong glances. You press and count the pulse’s dances. While. He is the proper man. ‘Twere easier groping forward. you are free to touch and test them. gray are all theories. ’tis not to be denied. To lead the women.— Must play the Devil again. At once confide all others in you. one mode of healing. The rest a bold address will win you. (Aloud) To grasp the spirit of Medicine is easy: Learn of the great and little world your fill. Of Medicine I still would fain Hear one strong word that might explain you. as a greeting. Well-made you are.
HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES My worthy friend. And then. one sees. God! who can the field embrace? If one some index could be shown. truly. Then. Each one learns only—just what learn he can: Yet he who grasps the Moment’s gift. And green alone Life’s golden tree. learn the special feeling! Their everlasting aches and groans. A title first must draw and interest them. If you but in yourself confide. Three years is but a little space. And. and fully.Faust Yet must I trouble you again. And if your acts are half discreet.
MEPHISTOPHELES (aside) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP I’m tired enough of this dry tone. for years another pleads. You clasp the swelling hips. 68
STUDENT That’s better. In thousand tones. And show that yours all other arts exceeds. thus to do.
. to see If tightly laced her corsets be. Have all one source. You’ll always have them at your feet.
to what extent I may.) F I cannot really go away: Allow me that my album first I reach you.) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES As best it pleases thee.Goethe STUDENT I swear to you. Follow the ancient text.— Grant me this favor. we’ll see. ’tis like a dream to me. (Closes the book with reverence. and then the great. and withdraws)
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Most willingly. To hear your wisdom thoroughly expounded? STUDENT (reads) Eritis sicut Deus. (He writes. and the snake thou wast ordered to trample! With all thy likeness to God. and returns the book. I beseech you!
FAUST Now. The little world. thou’lt yet be a sorry example!
STUDENT (FAUST enters. whither shall we go?
MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Assuredly. Might I again presume. With what delight. with trust unbounded. Shalt thou sponge through the term beginning! 69
. scientes bonum et malum. what profit winning.
we’ll travel swift and clear: I gratulate thee on thy new career!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES My friend. thou hast the art of living!
FAUST How shall we leave the house. were a futile strife.Faust FAUST Yet with the flowing beard I wear. which I shall soon prepare us. A little burning air. Then through the air direct our courses. But only. Be sure to have thy luggage light. I never could learn the ways of life. And. The attempt. indeed. on so bold a flight. coach and horses?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES We’ll spread this cloak with proper art. 70
. if we’re light. and thence Should always find embarrassments. and start? Where hast thou servant. thou soon shalt lose all such misgiving: Be thou but self-possessed. I feel so small before others. Both ease and grace will fail me there. Above the earth will nimbly bear us.
from you we nothing see. I’m thinking. No beastliness and no stupidity. One first perceives the bass is deep and strong. the fearful bellow! Bring cotton.
SIEBEL Turn out who quarrels—out the door! With open throat sing chorus. quick! He’s split my ears. FROSCH FROSCH (Pours a glass of wine over BRANDER’S head.) There’s both together! SIEBEL When the vault echoes to the song. so tame. ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Woe’s me. drink and roar! Up! holla! ho!
BRANDER Now that’s your fault. 71
BRANDER Twice a swine!
FROSCH FROSCH You wanted them: I’ve given you mine.Goethe
UERBACH’S CELLAR AUERBACH’S CELLAR IN LEIPZIG
CAROUSAL JOLLY COMPANIONS CAROUSAL OF JOLLY COMPANIONS FROSCH FROSCH I no one laughing? no one drinking? I’ll teach you how to grin. And usually you’re all aflame. To-day you’re like wet straw. that fellow.
therefore. Shut the latch! the morning breaks.
FROSCH FROSCH (sings) ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Ah. 72 Draw the latch! the darkness makes: Draw the latch! the lover wakes. Dame Nightingale! Ten thousand times my sweetheart hail!
FROSCH FROSCH The throats are tuned. I hope.
FROSCH FROSCH My sweetheart greet and kiss! I dare you to prevent it!
BRANDER (Sings. each morning. lara.) The dear old holy Roman realm.) A nasty song! Fie! a political song— A most offensive song! Thank God. tara.Faust FROSCH FROSCH Well said! and out with him that takes the least offence! Ah. and elevate the man. How does it hold together?
SIEBEL No. greet my sweetheart not! I tell you. da! Soar up. I’ll resent it. tara. I hold it so much gain for me. commence! (Sings. soar up.
. That I nor Chancellor nor Kaiser be. That you have not the Roman realm to care for! At least. lara da! And so we’ll choose ourselves a Pope. Yet also we must have a ruling head. You know the quality that can Decide the choice.
Must something fresh for their advantage give. Sirs. Enamored persons here have we. As if he had love in his bosom. He whirled and jumped. and now she’ll lead you after.Goethe SIEBEL Yes. in wanton play to meet her: An old he-goat. from Blocksberg coming home. he ran about.) As if he had love in his bosom! 73 He ran around. But nothing cured his raving. CHORUS CHORUS (shouting) As if he had love in his bosom!
BRANDER BRANDER (pounding on the table) Attention! Hearken now to me! Confess. sing away. He gnawed and scratched the house throughout. my strain. And soon enough the poor beast had. His thirst in puddles laving. Greet her? Not I: unless. I know how to live. Her paramour should be an ugly gnome. with torment mad.
. as suits their quality. Where four roads cross. Should his good-night in lustful gallop bleat her! A fellow made of genuine flesh and blood Is for the wench a deal too good. The cook laid poison cunningly. Take heed! ’Tis of the latest cut. when meeting. To smash her windows be a greeting! There was a rat in the cellar-nest. Whom fat and butter made smoother: He had a paunch beneath his vest Like that of Doctor Luther. and brag of her! I’ll wait my proper time for laughter: Me by the nose she led. And I. and praise. And all strike in at each refrain! (He sings. sing on. And then as sore oppressed was he As if he had love in his bosom.
in open day. for the folk. Here. I bring thee hither Where boon companions meet together. Like kittens playing with their tails? And if no headache persecute them.
BRANDER BRANDER Perhaps you’ll warmly take their part? The fact is easy to unravel. and ease to suit them.Faust BRANDER And driven at last. They whirl in narrow.
SIEBEL How the dull fools enjoy the matter! To me it is a proper art Poison for such poor rats to scatter. They merrily and careless live. So long the host may credit give. circling trails. For in the rat by poison bloated His own most natural form he sees. Fell on the hearth.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP FAUST AND MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES
CHORUS CHORUS As if he had love in his bosom! Before all else.” said she. He ran into the kitchen. In the last convulsion twitching. “As if he had love in his bosom!” ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER The bald-pate pot-belly I have noted: Misfortune tames him by degrees. each day’s a holiday: With little wit. To let thee see how smooth life runs away. 74
. Then laughed the murderess in her glee: “Ha! ha! he’s at his last gasp. and squirming lay.
with cleverness. how it refines its people! Look out.Goethe Their air’s so odd.) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP In one foot is the fellow lame?
BRANDER They’re mountebanks. they’ve just returned from travel: A single hour they’ve not been here. FAUST Fair greeting. I’ll worm their secret out. I’m thinking. gentlemen!
SIEBEL Our thanks: we give the same. as one a child’s tooth draws. inspecting MEPHISTOPHELES from the side. I’ll smoke them now!
SIEBEL Who are the strangers. FROSCH FROSCH FROSCH FROSCH You’ve verily hit the truth! Leipzig to me is dear: Paris in miniature. ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Perhaps. They’re of a noble house. upon a revel. I vow. And then. (Murmurs. that’s very clear: Haughty and discontented they appear. should you guess?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST Not if he had them by the neck. 75
. Would e’er these people scent the Devil!
FROSCH FROSCH Let me alone! I’ll set them first to drinking.
entreating That we should give to each his kindly greeting. which one seeks vainly here. without a call. ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER (aside) You have it now! he understands.) 76
FROSCH FROSCH Are you. And truly. A knave sharp-set!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES If I am right.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Is it permitted that we share your leisure? In place of cheering drink.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES We passed.
SIEBEL ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER A most fastidious person you appear. singing chorus. Your company shall give us pleasure. a virtuoso?
(He bows to FROSCH FROSCH OSCH. to-day. song must here rebound Superbly from the arches o’er us. perhaps. At our last interview. before we parted Much of his cousins did he speak. we heard the sound Of well-trained voices. FROSCH FROSCH FROSCH FROSCH No doubt ’twas late when you from Rippach started? And supping there with Hans occasioned your delay? Just wait awhile: I’ll have him yet.
Who had a big black flea—
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES If you desire. And loved him past explaining. (Sings. As his own son were he. And measure his coat. and song. and slumber.
. I say!
SIEBEL So that it be a bran-new strain!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES We’ve just retraced our way from. as his head is dear.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (sings) There was a king once reigning.) 77 BRANDER But mind. my power is only so-so. measure the lad for breeches. There was a king once reigning. To most exactly measure. FROSCH FROSCH ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Give us a song! Hear. sew and shear. hear! A flea! D’ye rightly take the jest? I call a flea a tidy guest. He called his man of stitches. The lovely land of wine. The tailor came straightway: Here. Who had a big black flea. Spain. allow the tailor no caprices: Enjoin upon him. a number.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES O no! my wish is great.
SIEBEL Every flea may it so befall!
BRANDER Point your fingers and nip them all!
ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Hurrah for Freedom! Hurrah for wine!
HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES CHORUS (shouting) CHORUS We crack them and we crush them.Faust So that the breeches have no creases! At once. my glass to Freedom clinking. And also all his relations Great lords at court became. 78 I fain would drink with you. awake and in bed. The queen she got them upon her. day or night: We crack them and we crush them. whene’er they bite. And the lords and ladies of honor Were plagued.
FROSCH FROSCH Bravo! bravo! that was fine. whene’er they bite!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES In silk and velvet gleaming He now was wholly drest— Had a coat with ribbons streaming. A cross upon his breast. If ‘twere a better wine that here I see you drinking. At once. A minister’s star and name.
. And they did not dare to brush them. The maids were bitten and bled. Or scratch them. He had the first of stations.
I’d treat these worthy guests. our praises shall be ample. For. before. But do not give too very small a sample. give me of your taste some intimation. within the landlord’s box of tools.) (To FROSCH FROSCH Now. To some from out our cellar’s treasure. What shall therewith be done? You’ve not the casks already at the door?
HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES (takes the gimlet) OSCH. with pleasure.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Did I not fear the landlord might complain. 79
. if its quality I decide. there’s one! And if the wine be good. and let the landlord me arraign! ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER FROSCH FROSCH Yonder.Goethe SIEBEL Don’t let us hear that speech again! ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER (aside) They’re from the Rhine! I guessed as much. With a good mouthful I must be supplied.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Bring me a gimlet here!
BRANDER SIEBEL Just treat.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The choice is free: make up your minds. For good things.
. And let it sparkle fresh and fine!
FROSCH FROSCH MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Good! if I have the choice. quick! 80 What’s foreign one can’t always keep quite clear of.
BRANDER Champagne shall be my wine. to make the stoppers.)
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES BRANDER (boring a hole in the edge of the table. from sheer anticipation.
MEPHISTOPHELES BRANDER) HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (to BRANDER And you?
ALTMA TMAYER FROSCH OSCH) ALTMAYER (to FROSCH Aha! you lick your chops. and plugged the holes with them. (bores: in the meantime one has made the wax stoppers. at the place where FROSCH sits) FROSCH Get me a little wax. A German can’t endure the French to see or hear of. are not so near.Faust FROSCH FROSCH How do you mean? Have you so many kinds? ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Ah! I perceive a juggler’s trick. so let the wine be Rhenish! Our Fatherland can best the sparkling cup replenish. oft.
That were to venture far.Goethe Yet drinks their wines with hearty cheer. and the wine which has been desired flows into the glass of each) O beautiful fountain. SIEBEL (After the holes have been bored and plugged) (as MEPHISTOPHELES approaches his seat) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP For me. The wooden table gives wine as good! Into the depths of Nature peer. Sirs. indeed. straight in the face! I see you have your fun at our expense. and make your choice with speed! With what a vintage can I serve you? 81 (as they draw out the stoppers. Speak out. ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER With any—only satisfy our need. Fill up my glass with sweetest. ALL MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES O no! with gentlemen of such pretence. I grant.— Only believe there’s a miracle here! Now draw the stoppers. that flows at will!
. sour wine is out of place. Horns the he-goat wears! The grapes are juicy. and drink your fill!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (boring) Tokay shall flow at once. will you?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (with singular gestures) Grapes the vine-stem bears. to fill you!
ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER No—look me. the vines are wood.
the race is happy—it is free! SIEBEL FAUST To leave them is my inclination. we feel So cannibalic jolly! Be quiet. SIEBEL (drinks carelessly: the wine spills upon the earth. 82
FROSCH FROSCH Don’t try that game a second time upon us!
. to your detriment. friendly element! (To the revellers) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES A bit of purgatory ’twas for this time. merely.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES But have a care that you nothing spill! (They drink repeatedly. What mean you? Wait!—you’ll pay for’t dearly! You’ll know us. and turns to flame)
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Take notice. See.) Help! Fire! Help! Hell-fire is sent! ALL (sing) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (charming away the flame) As ‘twere five hundred hogs. now. first! their bestiality Will make a brilliant demonstration.
Goethe ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER I think we’d better send him packing quietly. And play your hocus-pocus on us! ’Tis magic! Strike— The knave is outlawed! Cut him as you like! (They draw their knives. you! You face it out. impertinent and heady?
BRANDER Just wait! a shower of blows is ready. Change place. ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER (draws a stopper out of the table: fire flies in his face.) I burn! I burn!
SIEBEL SIEBEL What.)
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Be still. and rush upon MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (with solemn gestures) False word and form of air.
ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Where am I? What a lovely land!
. and sense ensnare! Be here—and there! (They stand amazed and look at each other. Sir! you dare to make so free. old wine-tub.
be now enlightened! UST: (He disappears with FAUST: the revellers start and separate. Error.Faust FROSCH FROSCH Vines? Can I trust my eyes? SIEBEL What happened?
SIEBEL And purple grapes at hand!
ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER How?
BRANDER Here.) It was a blow that went through every limb! Give me a chair! I sink! my senses swim. and raise their knives. See what a vine! what grapes depending! (He takes SIEBEL by the nose: the others do the same reciprocally.
FROSCH FROSCH Was that your nose I tightened?
SIEBEL) BRANDER (to SIEBEL And yours that still I have in hand?
MEPHISTOPHELES (as above) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Loose. And how the Devil jests. from their eyes the band. over this green arbor bending.
tell me now? FROSCH FROSCH And yet it seemed as I were drinking wine.) Why! If the fount of wine should still be playing?
SIEBEL ’Twas all deceit. pray?
ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Shall one believe no miracles. just say! I saw him with these eyes upon a wine-cask riding Out of the cellar-door.
BRANDER But with the grapes how was it. false design!
. Still in my feet the fright like lead is weighing. just now.
SIEBEL Where is he? If I catch the scoundrel hiding.Goethe FROSCH FROSCH But what has happened. I vow. (He turns towards the table. and lying. He shall not leave alive.
) FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP FAUST These crazy signs of witches’ craft repel me! I shall recover. is the best mode left. And is a most eccentric chapter.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Good! the method is revealed Without or gold or magic or physician. a simpler mode and apter. There is. thou talkest sensibly. chaotic play? From an old hag shall I demand assistance? And will her foul mess take away Full thirty years from my existence? Woe’s me. Whereby for eighty years thy youth thou keepest!
. my friend.— That. Through this insane. thy sense and will Within a narrow sphere to flourish. But in another book ’tis writ for thee. under which a fire is burning.
FAUST Yet will I know it. The he-ape. canst thou naught better find! Another baffled hope must be lamented: Has Nature. An ape sits beside it. There hoe and dig. and think it not a theft That thou manur’st the acre which thou reapest. sits near and warms himself. trust me. With unmixed food thy body nourish. skims it. Restrain thyself. and watches lest it boil over. Various figures appear in the vapors which rise from the caldron. to make thee young. Betake thyself to yonder field. Ceiling and walls are covered with the most fantastic witch-implements. Live with the ox as ox. as thy condition. then. and has a noble mind Not any potent balsam yet invented? 86
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Once more.Faust
WITCHES’ KITCHEN WITCHES’ KITCHEN
(Upon a low hearth stands a great caldron. with the young ones. dost thou tell me.
THE ANIMALS While we to warm our paws are waiting. belonging thereunto. and ply it.
THE ANIMALS FAUST Wherefore the hag. to-day! Off and about.
. what a delicate race they be! That is the maid! the man is he! (To the Animals) It seems the mistress has gone away?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Then to thine aid the witch must call. Not Art and Science serve. The narrow being suits me not at all. ’tis true. alone. I own: I’d build a thousand bridges meanwhile. By the chimney out!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES What time takes she for dissipating? That were a charming sport.Goethe FAUST I am not used to that. Time. I’ve a notion. Long is the calm brain active in creation. strengthens the fine fermentation. And yet the Devil cannot make it. (Perceiving the Animals) See. howe’er you take it: The Devil taught the thing. And all. Patience must in the work be shown. and her alone? Canst thou thyself not brew the potion? Carousing. only. I cannot stoop to try it— To take the spade in hand. Is rare and strange.
HE-APE THE HE-APE (comes up and fawns on MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES) O cast thou the dice! Make me rich in a trice.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST How findest thou the tender creatures? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Then a great public you can show. Let me win in good season! Things are badly controlled. for me. which they now roll forward.)
. (In the meantime the young apes have been playing with a large ball. Is that which has the most attractive features! (To the Animals) But tell me now. And had I but gold. So had I my reason. just such talk as this. Why do ye stir the porridge so?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES How would the ape be sure his luck enhances. ye cursed puppets.
FAUST Absurder than I ever yet did see.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Why. Could he but try the lottery’s chances!
THE ANIMALS We’re cooking watery soup for beggars.
Here brighter seems: I live at present! Dear son. And roll incessant: Like glass doth ring. A hollow thing. He knows not the kettle!
MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP What means the sieve? HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES Impertinent beast! THE HE-APE (taking it down) HE-APE Wert thou the thief. I say. And drop.— How soon will’t spring. Keep thou away! Thy doom is spoken! ’Tis made of clay. And will be broken. (He runs to the SHE-APE . and lets her look through it.Goethe HE-APE THE HE-APE The world’s the ball: Doth rise and fall. quiescent? Here bright it gleams. And darest not name him?
MEPHISTOPHELES (approaching the fire) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP And what’s this pot?
HE-APE AND SHE-APE HE-APE SHE-APE The fool knows it not! He knows not the pot. I’d know him and shame him. 89
.) SHE-APE Look through the sieve! Know’st thou the thief.
If I attempt to venture near. as bridegroom. here. Must something clever be created. her charms appear!— A woman’s form. And bear me to her beauteous field! Ah. Dim. thine eyes be satiate! I’ll yet detect thy sweetheart and ensnare her. and playing with the brush. surely. so lovely be? And must I find her body.) O be thou so good With sweat and with blood The crown to belime! 90
. MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES. like the King upon his throne: I hold the sceptre. if I leave this spot with fond designing. And blest is he. the swiftest of thy pinions. continues to speak. in beauty shining! Can woman. Some day. as through gathering mist. (FAUST gazes continually in the mirror. Bravo! says. F stretching himself out on the settle. then. self-contented. there reclining. at least.Faust HE-APE THE HE-APE Take the brush here. if a God first plagues Himself six days. Then.) So sit I. Love. now approaching and now retreating from it) What do I see? What heavenly form revealed Shows through the glass from Magic’s fair dominions! O lend me. Of all the heavens the bright epitome? Can Earth with such a thing be mated?
THE ANIMALS (who up to this time have been making all kinds of fantastic movements together bring a crown to MEPHISTOPHELES with great noise.
FAUST (who during all this time has been standing before a mirror. home to bear her.—and lack the crown alone.) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Why. This time. who has the lucky fate. And sit down on the settle! (He invites MEPHISTOPHELES to sit down.
with speed.) One must. at least. and we’re thinking! Ow! ow! ow! ow! The damnéd beast—the curséd sow! To leave the kettle. let it be! We speak and we see.
WITCH THE WITCH THE ANIMALS If lucky our hits. is really nigh to sinking. and singe the Frau! Accurséd fere! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES. We hear and we rhyme! FAUST (as above) My bosom burns with that sweet vision.Goethe (They handle the crown awkwardly and break it into two pieces.) (Perceiving FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES What is that here? 91
. (The caldron. genuine and sincere. which blazes out the chimney. begins to boil over: there ensues a great flame. ’Tis thoughts. now. The WITCH comes careering WITCH down through the flame. with which they spring around.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (pointing to the Animals) My own head. with terrible cries. which the SHE-APE has up to this time neSHE-APE glected to watch. And everything fits. Let us. make this admission— They’re poets.) ’Tis done. away from here!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (in the same attitude) FAUST (before the mirror) Woe’s me! I fear to lose my wits.
which he has been holding in his hand. And both your ravens. thou! Know’st thou. and striding among the jars and glasses)
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES In two! in two! There lies the brew! There lies the glass! The joke will pass. Culture. where are they now?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (reversing the brush. at last. Therefore I’ve worn. ’Tis verily full many a day now. MEPHISTOPHELES and the UST. which smooth the whole world licks. Also unto the Devil sticks. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES. the rough salute! Yet I perceive no cloven foot. I’ll let thee ‘scape the debt.) What hinders me from smiting now Thee and thy monkey-sprites with fell disaster? Hast for the scarlet coat no reverence? Dost recognize no more the tall cock’s-feather? Have I concealed this countenance?— Must tell my name. old face of leather?
WITCH THE WITCH O pardon.
. foul ass! To the singing of thy crew. The Animals whimper. and scatters flames towards FAUST. ’Twould only make the people shun me. As time. which I can’t spare. like many a spindly youth. in truth.Faust Who are you here? What want you thus? Who sneaks to us? The fire-pain Burn bone and brain! (She plunges the skimming-ladle into the caldron. For since we two together met. (As the WITCH starts back. thy Lord and Master? 92 This time. as regards the foot. Sir. full of wrath and horror) WITCH Ha! know’st thou me? Abomination. Animals. The days of that old Northern phantom now are over: Where canst thou horns and tail and claws discover? And.
Thou hast no doubt about my noble blood: 93 Wherein. Yet. take proper heed. from such a name refrain! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST My friend.Goethe False calves these many years upon me. therefore. then is the matter good. like others in my bearing. and you were always so. See. Sirs. can I be of use?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Give us a goblet of the well-known juice! But. A cavalier am I. here’s the coat-of-arms that I am wearing! (He makes an indecent gesture. I must beg you. no whit better men we see: The Evil One has left. Since I behold Squire Satan here again! WITCH THE WITCH (laughs immoderately) Ha! ha! That’s just your way. MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Woman. this is just the way. I pray! To manage witches. the evil ones are stable.
. of the oldest brewage. The years a double strength produce. Sir Baron call me thou. I know: A rogue you are.) WITCH THE WITCH (dancing) Reason and sense forsake my brain.
THE WITCH WITCH Why so? What has it done to thee?
WITCH THE WITCH MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP It’s long been written in the Book of Fable.
(Whispering) Yet. and to hold the torches. thus it’s done!
. nonsense! That’s a thing for laughter.)
FAUST (to MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES) Now. meanwhile the glasses begin to ring. Finally she brings a great book.Faust WITCH THE WITCH With all my heart! Now. The beverage may work the proper cheer. As well thou know’st. And fill thy goblet full and free! O. Don’t be so terribly severe! She juggles you as doctor now. the gestures frantic. also. (He persuades FAUST to step into the circle.) WITCH THE WITCH WITCH THE WITCH (with fantastic gestures draws a circle and places mysterious articles therein. after. stinks. from the book) See. who are obliged 94 (begins to declaim.— Are known to me. with whom it will agree. And he deserves thy kitchen’s best potation: Come. sometimes. draw thy circle. not the slightest. Wherefrom. I wet my throttle.— All the repulsive cheats I view. that. to serve as reading-desk. the caldron to sound. with much emphasis. if this man without due preparation drinks. what shall come of this? the creatures antic. Which. here’s a bottle.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES He is a friend of mine. too. and stations in the circle the Apes. The crazy stuff. and hated. within an hour ‘twill kill him. And willingly a glass I’ll fill him. and make a musical accompaniment. She then beckons FAUST to approach. speak thine adjuration.
Make even three. And ten is none.Goethe Make ten of one. They prate and teach. no less than fools. and One and Three. Error instead of Truth to scatter. ’Tis finished straight! And nine is one. ’Tis given unsought. To him ’tis brought. That also with them goes material for thinking!
THE WITCH (continues) WITCH The lofty skill Of Science. Such time I’ve squandered o’er the history: A contradiction thus complete Is always for the wise. if only words he hears. I fear: It seems to me as if I hear A hundred thousand fools in chorus. for verily 95
FAUST What nonsense she declaims before us! My head is nigh to split. And two let be. All from the fellowship of fools are shrinking. ’Tis all the same: the book I can repeat. The art is old and new. a mystery. and no one interferes. unbidden!
FAUST She talks like one who raves in fever.
MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Thou’lt hear much more before we leave her. Man usually believes. This is the witch’s once-one’s-one! All ages have been taught the matter. still From all men deeply hidden! Who takes no thought.— By Three and One. And rich thou ‘It be. Cast o’er the four! From five and six (The witch’s tricks) Make seven and eight.
WITCH THE WITCH And much good may the liquor do thee!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP WITCH CH) MEPHISTOPHELES (to the WITCH Thy wish be on Walpurgis Night expressed. away! Thou dar’st not rest. What boon I have. enough of adjuration! But hither bring us thy potation.
.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES O Sibyl excellent. as FAUST sets it to his lips.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES And now. which. walk at once! A rapid occupation Must start the needful perspiration. You’ll find it of peculiar operation. (The WITCH with many ceremonies. And many draughts are known to him. And soon thou’lt be aware.) WITCH Here is a song. on light and restless wing. with keenest thrills of pleasure. pours the drink into a WITCH CH. a light flame arises. And through thy frame the liquor’s potence fling.) WITCH THE WITCH Down with it quickly! Drain it off! ‘Twill warm thy heart with new desire: Art with the Devil hand and glove. And wilt thou be afraid of fire? (The WITCH breaks the circle: FAUST steps forth. shall then be given unto thee. cup.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST Come. if you sometimes sing. How Cupid stirs and leaps. The noble indolence I’ll teach thee then to treasure. And quickly fill the beaker to the brim! This drink will bring my friend no injuries: He is a man of manifold degrees.
And home I can go without your care. Thou soon shalt see. Each woman beautiful as Helen!
MARGARET FAUST MARGARET (passing by) FAUST Fair lady. beyond compare. That arm and escort I would lend you!
MARGARET MARGARET I’m neither lady. 97
FAUST By Heaven. So sweetly virtuous and pure. How beautiful that woman-form!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES No. and exit. no! The paragon of all.Goethe FAUST One rapid glance within the mirror give me. alive and warm. this drink thy blood compelling. [She releases herself. the girl is wondrous fair! Of all I’ve seen. let it not offend you. (Aside) Thou’lt find. neither fair. believe me.
take heed! 98
. then? How now! You’re talking like Jack Rake. ’twas a real ecstasy! (MEPHISTOPHELES enters) MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOP FAUST FAUST And yet.Faust And yet a little pert. was listening nigh. for I. I have no power o’er souls so green. there? She’s coming from confession. And fancies there are no favors more. So innocent is she. Hear.
FAUST The one who just went by. Behind her chair. of that girl I’d have possession! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Which. be sure! The lip so red. the cheek’s clear dawn.
FAUST Most Worthy Pedagogue. indeed. Deep in my heart imprinted lies: How short and sharp of speech was she. Why. she’s older than fourteen. Of every sin absolved. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES She. Nor honors. Who every flower for himself would take. save for him in store. I’ll not forget while the world rolls on! How she cast down her timid eyes. That to confess she had no need. Yet always doesn’t the thing succeed.
But think. As if you’d use. As in Italian tales ’tis taught. I have appetite. at least. I tell thee. a fortnight’s space.Goethe Let not a word of moral law be spoken! I claim.— A garter that her knee has pressed!
. leave jesting out of sight! I tell you.
FAUST HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES You almost like a Frenchman prate.
FAUST Had I but seven hours for all.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES But now. exhaust the joyance? Your bliss is by no means so great 99 Get me something the angel keeps! Lead me thither where she sleeps! Get me a kerchief from her breast. And knead and shape her to your thought. But win her by my own persuasion. By storm she cannot captured be. To find an opportune occasion. pray. We must make use of strategy. all my right.
FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Without that. that speed With this fair girl will not succeed. Yet. to get control. At midnight is our compact broken. And if that image of delight Rest not within mine arms to-night. the chances of the case! I need. don’t take it as annoyance! Why. All sorts of tender rigmarole. all at once. once for all. I should not on the Devil call.
FAUST Can we go thither?
.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES That you may see how much I’d fain Further and satisfy your pain. Presents at once? That’s good: he’s certain to get at her! Full many a pleasant place I know. We will no longer lose a minute. and take you in it. alone. [Exit.
FAUST A gift for her I bid thee get! [Exit.]
FAUST And shall I see—possess her?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES No! Unto a neighbor she must go. And treasures. buried long ago: I must. mayst glow With every hope of future pleasure. I’ll find her room to-day. perforce. look up the matter. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES ’Tis too early yet. Breathing her atmosphere in fullest measure. And meanwhile thou.
have been so bold! [Exit]
FAUST (after a moment’s silence) Leave me alone. I beg of thee!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (prying about) Not every girl keeps things so neat. And much could I in his face behold. to-day. twilight soft and sweet. with their ruddy charms.) Receive me. NEATLY KEPT CHAMBER
MARGARET MARGARET (plaiting and binding up the braids of her hair) I’d something give. bind thou with fetters fleet The heart that on the dew of hope must pine! How all around a sense impresses Of quiet. And of a noble family. but gently: follow me!
. around this throne.— And he wouldn’t.
FAUST (looking around) O welcome. and content! This poverty what bounty blesses! What bliss within this narrow den is pent! (He throws himself into a leathern arm-chair near the bed. order. where sat the father! 101
MEPHISTOPHELES FA HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Come in.Goethe
NEATL TLY EVENING A SMALL. Hung here. else. that in thine open arms Departed joy and pain wert wont to gather! How oft the children. could I but say Who was that gentleman. That breathes throughout this hallowed shrine! Sweet pain of love. thou. Surely a gallant man was he.
Prone at her feet.) What sweetest thrill is in my blood! Here could I spend whole hours. this moment. crisper. Here meekly kissed the grandsire’s withered hand. The cloth upon thy board bids smoothly thee unroll. as if in sportive playing. Grateful for gifts the Holy Christmas gave her. amid the childish band. The angel blossom from the bud. I feel. with lust of instant pleasure. Which elsewhere I have just been earning. Here lay the child. not unmeet.
FAUST Go! go! I never will retreat. purer presence. returning. came she in to me. O dearest hand. to thee ’tis given To change this hut into a lower heaven! And here! (He lifts one of the bed-curtains. O maid! thy very soul Of order and content around me whisper.— Which leads thee with its motherly control.Faust Perchance my love. Here. And here was wrought. Is there a magic vapor here? I came. The sand beneath thy feet makes whiter. The form diviner beings wear! And I? What drew me here with power? How deeply am I moved. set it in the press. delaying: Here Nature shaped. with haste! 102
. and sore? Miserable Faust! I know thee now no more. through holier. this hour! What seek I? Why so full my heart. relaxed and tender!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Be quick! I see her there. How would I for the fault atonement render! How small the giant lout would be.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Here is a casket. And lie dissolved in dreams of love’s sweet leisure! Are we the sport of every changeful atmosphere? And if. with Life’s warm essence The tender bosom filled and fair.
gray and loath. I feel. dying. to spy it: Some baubles I therein had placed. such fear!— Would mother came!—where can she bide? My body’s chill and shuddering. ‘twill turn her head. in expectation tender— (He places the casket in the press. fearsome thing! (She begins to sing while undressing) There was a King in Thule. Was faithful till the grave. away! The sweet young maiden to betray. I know not why. and locks it again.— As if stood before you. And you look as though 103 And yet ’tis not so warm outside.— I’m but a silly. should I do it?
MARGARET MARGARET (with a lamp) It is so close.) Now quick. so sultry. child is child. ‘twere fair and just To spare the lovely day your lust. perhaps. And spare to me the further trouble.— To whom his mistress. A golden goblet gave. Physics and Metaphysics both! But away! [Exeunt.]
FAUST I know not. I trust? I rub my hands. Naught was to him more precious. You are not miserly. here! (She opens the window)
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Ask you. To the lecture-hall you were forced to go. and play is play. pray? Yourself. He drained it at every bout:
. So that by wish and will you bend her. That you might win another by it. would keep the bubble? Then I suggest.Goethe I swear. True.
As oft as he drank thereout.) Were but the ear-rings mine. ’Tis truly wonderful! What can within it be? Perhaps ’twas brought by some one as a pawn. There stood the old carouser. youthful blood? One may possess them. And drank the last life-glow.Faust His eyes with tears ran over. When came his time of dying. He sat at the royal banquet With his knights of high degree. Naught else to his heir denying Except the goblet of gold. But none the more do others care. sure: To gold still tends. And hurled the hallowed goblet Into the tide below. such as a noble dame On highest holidays might wear! How would the pearl-chain suit my hair? Ah. well and good. and steps before the mirror. They praise us half in pity. The towns in his land he told. most certainly. and perceives the casket of jewels. He saw it plunging and filling. What helps one’s beauty. And mother gave a loan thereon? And here there hangs a key to fit: I have a mind to open it. alone! One has at once another air. On gold depends All. And sinking deep in the sea: Then fell his eyelids forever. all! Alas. What is that? God in Heaven! Whence came Such things? Never beheld I aught so fair! Rich ornaments. And never more drank he! (She opens the press in order to arrange her clothes. who may all this splendor own? (She adorns herself with the jewelry. we poor!
.) How comes that lovely casket here to me? 104 I locked the press. In the lofty hall of his fathers In the Castle by the Sea.
To him F UST. with sour grimace. sadly: It much becomes thee to be raving madly. And. So here she guessed. And smells each article. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES. With heavenly manna she’ll repay it!” But Margaret thought.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Just think. that I might use it for swearing!
FAUST Thy head is out of order. truly! godless cannot be The one who brought such things to me.Goethe
(FA UST walking thoughtfully up and down. to see If sacred or profane it be. from every gem. Before the Mother of God we’ll lay it.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I would myself unto the Devil deliver. “ill-gotten good Ensnares the soul. the pocket of a priest should get The trinkets left for Margaret! The mother saw them. and. by the mother bidden: 105
FAUST What ails thee? What is’t gripes thee. If I were not a Devil myself!
. instanter. consumes the blood. Keen scent has she for tainted air.” she said. She snuffs within her book of prayer. A secret dread began to haunt her. “A gift-horse is not out of place.” A parson came.) MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES By all love ever rejected! By hell-fire hot and unsparing! I wish I knew something worse. “My child. That not much blessing came with them. elf? A face like thine beheld I never.
and rings. Which Jew and King may also claim. Thinks on the jewels. Has for ill-gotten goods the right digestion. The Holy Church has a stomach healthy: Hath eaten many a land as forfeit.
FAUST A general practice is the same. And never yet complained of surfeit: The Church alone. at once. and thanked no more Than if a sack of nuts he bore. or will. And knows not what she should. As if but toadstools were the things. winneth too.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Then bagged the spangles. FAUST The darling’s sorrow gives me pain. where the game was hidden. And deeply edified were they.— Who overcometh. And viewed it with a favor stealthy. Get thou a set for her again! The first was not a great display. the gentleman finds it all child’s-play!
. beyond all question.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES O yes. And thanked no less.Faust He saw. He spake: “That is the proper view. day and night. But more on him who gave her such delight.— Promised them fullest heavenly pay.” FAUST And Margaret?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Sits unrestful still. chains.
woe!— Had I a certificate to show!
MARGARET MARGARET (comes) Dame Martha!
. and can’t forget him! (She weeps. in all obedience! [Exit FAUST UST. [Exit. To give his sweetheart a diverting show. gracious Sir. I did naught to fret him: God knows I loved.] Such an enamored fool in air would blow Sun. moon. And on her neighbor try thy skill! Don’t be a Devil stiff as paste.— Left me lie in the straw where I lay.]
God forgive my husband. And.Goethe FAUST Fix and arrange it to my will.) Perhaps he’s even dead! Ah. and all the starry legions. truly. But get fresh jewels to her taste!
THE NEIGHBOR’S HOUSE
MARTHA MARTHA (solus)
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Yes. yet he Hasn’t done his duty by me! Off in the world he went straightway.
before the mirror yonder. and stories we’ll invent. ah! in the streets I dare not bear them. And then a chance will come. Within my press! Of ebony. A chain at first. all splendid to behold. my knees are trembling! I find a box. 108
. And secretly the jewels don. piece by piece. And richer far than were the old. a holiday. what a blessed luck for thee!
MARGARET MARGARET I scarce can stand. Walk up and down an hour.
MARTHA MARTHA Yet thou canst often this way wander. can one the things abroad display. I feel suspicious. look and see—just look and see!
MARGARET MARGARET Whoever could have brought me things so precious? That something’s wrong.
MARGARET MARGARET Ah.
MARTHA MARTHA You mustn’t tell it to your mother! ’Twould go to the priest.— We’ll have our private joy thereon. Nor in the church be seen to wear them. then other ornament: Thy mother will not see.
MARGARET MARGARET But. When.— And things. the first resembling. as did the other.Faust MARTHA MARTHA Margaret! what’s happened thee? MARTHA MARTHA (adorning her) O.
) MEPHISTOPHELES Of all things in the world! Just hear— He takes thee for a lady. not alone the jewelry! The look. dear! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES That I so boldly introduce me. I beg you.Goethe (A knock) Good Heaven! My mother can that have been? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (aside to her) It is enough that you are she: You’ve a visitor of high degree. ladies.—Come in!
MARTHA MARTHA (aloud) MEPHISTOP (MEPHISTOPHELES enters.
. (Steps back reverently.
MARTHA MARTHA (peeping through the blind) ’Tis some strange gentleman. The jewels don’t belong to me. both betray— Rejoiced am I that I may stay! 109 MARGARET MARGARET I am a creature young and poor: The gentleman’s too kind. to excuse me.) For Martha Schwerdtlein I’d inquire! HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES MARTHA MARTHA I’m she: what does the gentleman desire? Ah. Pardon the freedom I have ta’en. the manner.— Will after noon return again. I’m sure. on seeing MARGARET MARGARET GARET.
too! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MARGARET MARGARET Ah. believe me! A loss like this to death would grieve me. and sends a greeting. eternal rest created.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MARTHA MARTHA Hear me relate the mournful tale! He gave you. woe after joy comes flying. dearest dame.
MARTHA MARTHA MARTHA MARTHA Relate his life’s sad close to me! Is dead? Alas. that heart so true! My husband dead! Let me die. let not your courage fail! In Padua buried. Joy follows woe. further.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I would I had a more cheerful strain! Take not unkindly its repeating: Your husband’s dead. no commission? 110
. For cool. Within a grave well consecrated. he is lying Beside the good Saint Antony.Faust MARTHA MARTHA What is your business? I would fain— MARGARET MARGARET Therefore I’d never love.
Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Yes, one of weight, with many sighs: Three hundred masses buy, to save him from perdition! My hands are empty, otherwise. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES You well deserve a speedy marriage-offer: You are so kind, compassionate.
MARGARET MARGARET MARTHA MARTHA O, no! As yet, it would not do. What! Not a pocket-piece? no jewelry? What every journeyman within his wallet spares, And as a token with him bears, And rather starves or begs, than loses?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES If not a husband, then a beau for you! It is the greatest heavenly blessing, To have a dear thing for one’s caressing.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Madam, it is a grief to me; Yet, on my word, his cash was put to proper uses. Besides, his penitence was very sore, And he lamented his ill fortune all the more.
MARGARET MARGARET The country’s custom is not so.
MARGARET MARGARET Alack, that men are so unfortunate! Surely for his soul’s sake full many a prayer I’ll proffer.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Custom, or not! It happens, though. 111
Faust MARTHA MARTHA Continue, pray! MARTHA MARTHA He lied! What! On the brink of death he slandered?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I stood beside his bed of dying. ’Twas something better than manure,— Half-rotten straw: and yet, he died a Christian, sure, And found that heavier scores to his account were lying. He cried: “I find my conduct wholly hateful! To leave my wife, my trade, in manner so ungrateful! Ah, the remembrance makes me die! Would of my wrong to her I might be shriven!”
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES In the last throes his senses wandered, If I such things but half can judge. He said: “I had no time for play, for gaping freedom: First children, and then work for bread to feed ‘em,— For bread, in the widest sense, to drudge, And could not even eat my share in peace and quiet!”
MARTHA MARTHA MARTHA MARTHA (weeping) The dear, good man! Long since was he forgiven. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES “Yet she, God knows! was more to blame than I.” Not so: the memory of it touched him quite. Said he: “When I from Malta went away My prayers for wife and little ones were zealous, And such a luck from Heaven befell us, 112 Had he all love, all faith forgotten in his riot? My work and worry, day and night?
Goethe We made a Turkish merchantman our prey, That to the Soldan bore a mighty treasure. Then I received, as was most fit, Since bravery was paid in fullest measure, My well-apportioned share of it.” MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES But see! He’s dead therefrom, at last. Were I in your place, do not doubt me, I’d mourn him decently a year, And for another keep, meanwhile, my eyes about me.
MARTHA MARTHA MARTHA MARTHA Say, how? Say, where? If buried, did he own it? Ah, God! another one so dear As was my first, this world will hardly give me. There never was a sweeter fool than mine, Only he loved to roam and leave me, And foreign wenches and foreign wine, And the damned throw of dice, indeed.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Who knows, now, whither the four winds have blown it? A fair young damsel took him in her care, As he in Naples wandered round, unfriended; And she much love, much faith to him did bear, So that he felt it till his days were ended.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Well, well! That might have done, however, If he had only been as clever, And treated your slips with as little heed. I swear, with this condition, too, I would, myself, change rings with you.
MARTHA MARTHA The villain! From his children thieving! Even all the misery on him cast Could not prevent his shameful way of living!
how. I fear. MARGARET MARGARET Farewell!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I’ll cut away.Faust MARTHA MARTHA The gentleman is pleased to jest. Who’ll also add his deposition. Irregular ways I’ve always hated. ere we part! I’d like to have a legal witness. I’ll bring him here.
MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MARGARET MARGARET What means the gentleman? Yes. a pair of witnesses Always the truth establishes. betimes. pray do! Ladies. I have a friend of high condition. (To MARGARET MARGARET GARET) How fares the heart within your breast?
MARTHA MARTHA A moment. to certify his fitness.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (aside) Sweet innocent. from here: She’d take the Devil at his word.) Good Sir. farewell! 114
. my good dame. Where. thou art!
MARTHA MARTHA (Aloud. I want his death in the weekly paper stated. and when he died.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES FAUST How is it? under way? and soon complete?
MARGARET MARGARET Before him I should blush. bravo! Do I find you burning? Well.
. This eve we’ll expect the gentlemen. Margaret soon will still your yearning: At Neighbor Martha’s you’ll this evening meet. A fitter woman ne’er was made To ply the pimp and gypsy trade!
MARTHA MARTHA Behind the house.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES And this young lady will be present. ashamed.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Before no king that could be named! MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Ah.
FAUST Tis well. then. too? A gallant youth! has travelled far: Ladies with him delighted are. in my garden.
Knew you so much—and you’ll confess it roundly!— As here of Schwerdtlein’s death and place of rest?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES We’ve but to make a deposition valid That now her husband’s limbs. outstretched and pallid. and all that moves the being of his race. Have you not terms and definitions given With brazen forehead. daring breast? And. with knowledge or without it. and thou remain’st. either! MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Yes. a sophist.
FAUST Most wise! And first. FAUST If you’ve naught better. the world and all that in it has a place. Of Man. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Sancta simplicitas! no need of such a toil.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Now. if you’ll probe the thing profoundly. liar. in consecrated soil. there you are! O holy man! Is it the first time in your life you’re driven To bear false witness in a case? Of God. of course.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Yet something is required from us. knew I not more deeply thy desire. 116
. Depose. then. At Padua rest. I’ll tear your pretty plan!
FAUST One service pays the other thus. we’ll make the journey thither? FAUST Thou art.
Goethe For wilt thou not, no lover fairer, Poor Margaret flatter, and ensnare her, And all thy soul’s devotion swear her? Is that a devilish lying game?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES FAUST And from my heart. FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES ’Tis very fine! Thine endless love, thy faith assuring, The one almighty force enduring,— Will that, too, prompt this heart of thine? Mark this, I beg of thee! And spare my lungs henceforth: whoever Intends to have the right, if but his tongue be clever, Will have it, certainly. But come: the further talking brings disgust, For thou art right, especially since I must. And yet I’m right!
FAUST Hold! hold! It will!—If such my flame, And for the sense and power intense I seek, and cannot find, a name; Then range with all my senses through creation, Craving the speech of inspiration, And call this ardor, so supernal, Endless, eternal and eternal,— 117
(MARGARET on FAUST ’S arm. MARTHA and MARGARET UST’S MARTHA MAR MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES walking up and down.) MARGARET MARGARET I feel, the gentleman allows for me, Demeans himself, and shames me by it; A traveller is so used to be Kindly content with any diet. I know too well that my poor gossip can Ne’er entertain such an experienced man.
MARGARET MARGARET Don’t incommode yourself! How could you ever kiss it! It is so ugly, rough to see! What work I do,—how hard and steady is it! Mother is much too close with me. [They pass.]
MARTHA MARTHA And you, Sir, travel always, do you not?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Alas, that trade and duty us so harry! With what a pang one leaves so many a spot, And dares not even now and then to tarry!
FAUST A look from thee, a word, more entertains Than all the lore of wisest brains. (He kisses her hand.)
MARTHA MARTHA In young, wild years it suits your ways, This round and round the world in freedom sweeping; But then come on the evil days, 118
Goethe And so, as bachelor, into his grave a-creeping, None ever found a thing to praise. Is oft mere vanity and narrowness.
MARGARET MARGARET MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP How so? I dread to see how such a fate advances. FAUST MARTHA MARTHA Then, worthy Sir, improve betimes your chances! [They pass.] Ah, that simplicity and innocence ne’er know Themselves, their holy value, and their spell! That meekness, lowliness, the highest graces Which Nature portions out so lovingly—
MARGARET MARGARET Yes, out of sight is out of mind! Your courtesy an easy grace is; But you have friends in other places, And sensibler than I, you’ll find.
MARGARET MARGARET So you but think a moment’s space on me, All times I’ll have to think on you, all places!
FAUST FAUST Trust me, dear heart! what men call sensible 119 No doubt you’re much alone?
My little sister’s dead. herself. and grew strong. 120
. So weak and miserable she lay. I kept the baby’s cradle near My bed at night: if ‘t even stirred. The cooking. of giving The poor wee thing its natural living. But now my days have less of noise and hurry. might take comfort. more than others. MARGARET MARGARET I brought it up. early work and late. also. a little garden near the town. warm beside me press it. if like thee!
MARGARET MARGARET But surely. and tumbled. rather: A nice estate was left us by my father. all the worry. with the child a troubled life I led. A house. She could not think. in fact. So very dear was she. And mother’s case seemed hopeless quite. It smiled.
FAUST An angel. And waking. My brother is a soldier. Lulled in my lap with many a song. I’d guess it. hear. Father had died before it saw the light. so slowly. sweeping. And she recovered. We have no maid: I do the knitting. many a weary hour. True. then. for our household small has grown.
FAUST The purest bliss was surely then thy dower. day by day.Faust MARGARET MARGARET Yes. and willing. And so I nursed it all alone With milk and water: ’twas my own. Yet must be cared for. Yet I would take again. and it was fond of me. in her notions of housekeeping. sewing. Is so exact! Not that she needs so much to keep expenses down: We. And mother. you will own. And I must nurse it.
Day after day. been entertained politely. ’tis true: A stubborn bachelor there’s no converting. Sir. at morning’s break.Goethe And oft. though ne’er so slightly?
MARTHA MARTHA Yes. Then at the wash-tub stand. the same thing. the poor women are bad off.
. are thus not always good. never-ending.] MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The proverb says: One’s own warm hearth And a good wife.
MARTHA MARTHA I mean. One’s spirits. ever? It but depends upon the like of you. And then the marketing and kitchen-tending. And I should turn to better ways than flirting. my bed forsake. in fact.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I’ve everywhere. were you not touched in earnest.
MARTHA MARTHA MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I meant to say. But then one learns to relish rest and food. [They pass. And dandling back and forth the restless creature take. have you no one detected? Has not your heart been anywhere subjected? 121 One should allow one’s self to jest with ladies never. Sir. to quiet it. are gold and jewels worth. have you not felt desire. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MARTHA MARTHA Speak plainly.
thou angel! didst thou recognize. Ah. MARGARET MARGARET FAUST Wait a while! And thou forgiv’st my freedom. To my impertinence befitting.] I was confused. you don’t understand! MARGARET MARGARET MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I’m sorry I’m so blind: But I am sure—that you are very kind. I will confess. and the blame 122
. But I was angry with myself. [They pass. No one could ever speak to my discredit. to feel That I could not be angrier with you. in my conduct has he read it— Something immodest or unseemly free? He seemed to have the sudden feeling That with this wench ‘twere very easy dealing.Faust MARTHA MARTHA Ah. in my bosom grew. here. I knew not what appeal On your behalf. the like ne’er happened me. thought I. As the Cathedral thou wert quitting?
FAUST And me. As through the garden-gate I came?
FAUST MARGARET MARGARET Sweet darling! Did you not see it? I cast down my eyes.
she cries with frank delight:) MARGARET MARGARET He loves me! Go! you’ll laugh at me.Goethe (She plucks a star-flower.) FAUST What murmurest thou? FAUST MARGARET MARGARET (half aloud) Shall that a nosegay be? He loves me—loves me not. angelic soul! FAUST MARGARET MARGARET (continues) How? Loves me—not—loves me—not— (plucking the last leaf. child! and let this blossom-word For thee be speech divine! He loves thee! 123
. it is just in play.) FAUST Yes. one after the other. (She pulls off the leaves and murmurs. MARGARET MARGARET FAUST No. Thou sweet. and pulls off the leaves.
) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Ay! we must away.
. It’s as if nobody had nothing to fetch and carry. and to feel a rapture In yielding. No. know’st thou what it means? He loves thee! (He grasps both her hands.—no ending! no ending!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Flown up the alley yonder. that must be eternal! Eternal!—for the end would be despair. Let this warm clasp of hands declare thee What is unspeakable! To yield one wholly.
MARGARET MARGARET I’m all a-tremble!
MARTHA MARTHA I’d ask you. Where is our couple now?
FAUST O tremble not! but let this look. do whatsoe’er one may.Faust Ah. no. Nor other labor. He seems of her still fonder. But evil tongues in this town have full play. But spying all the doings of one’s neighbor: And one becomes the talk. longer here to tarry. The wilful summer-birds!
MARTHA MARTHA (coming forward) MARTHA MARTHA The night is falling.
and peeps through the crack.) MARGARET MARGARET He comes!
FAUST (entering) Ah.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES And she of him. MARGARET MAR puts her finger to her lips. conceals herself behind the door.)
MARGARET MARGARET (clasping him. So runs the world away!
(MARGARET comes in. (MEPHISTOPHELES knocks) MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOP 125
. and returning the kiss) Dearest man! I love thee from my heart. rogue! a tease thou art: I have thee! (He kisses her.
’tis late. upon you wait?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES A friend!
MARGARET MARGARET My mother would—farewell!
FAUST FAUST A beast! Ah.]
MARTHA MARTHA Adieu!
MARTHA MARTHA (coming) Yes. can I not remain? Farewell!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Tis time to separate. then.
MARGARET MARGARET And soon to meet again! [Exeunt FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES. Sir.Faust FAUST (stamping his foot) Who’s there? FAUST May I not.
thou gav’st me. teaching me to know my brothers In air and water and the silent wood. But grantest. Not unto me in vain Hast thou thy countenance revealed in fire.Goethe MARGARET MARGARET Dear God! However is it. And falling. The ranks of living creatures thou dost lead Before me. Thou gav’st me Nature as a kingdom grand. and in my breast The deep. that in her profoundest breast I gaze. gav’st me all For which I prayed. With power to feel and to enjoy it. And answer “Yes” to all he says. fill the hills with hollow thunders. amazed acquaintance yield’st. unknowing child! and he— I can’t think what he finds in me! [_Exit_. in falling. as in the bosom of a friend. Thou Not only cold. And when the storm in forests roars and grinds. such A man can think and know so much? I stand ashamed and in amaze. And when the perfect moon before my gaze 127
. A poor. Then show’st me mine own self. mysterious miracles unfold.— Then to the cave secure thou leadest me. neighbor boughs And neighbor trunks with crushing weight bear down.
CAVERN FOREST AND CAVERN
FAUST (solus) Spirit sublime. The giant firs.
Faust Comes up with soothing light, around me float From every precipice and thicket damp The silvery phantoms of the ages past, And temper the austere delight of thought. That nothing can be perfect unto Man I now am conscious. With this ecstasy, Which brings me near and nearer to the Gods, Thou gav’st the comrade, whom I now no more Can do without, though, cold and scornful, he Demeans me to myself, and with a breath, A word, transforms thy gifts to nothingness. Within my breast he fans a lawless fire, Unwearied, for that fair and lovely form: Thus in desire I hasten to enjoyment, And in enjoyment pine to feel desire. (MEPHISTOPHELES enters.) MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOP FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Have you not led this life quite long enough? How can a further test delight you? ’Tis very well, that once one tries the stuff, But something new must then requite you. There is, again, thy proper tone!— That thou hast bored me, I must thankful be! FAUST Would there were other work for thee! To plague my day auspicious thou returnest.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Well! I’ll engage to let thee be: Thou darest not tell me so in earnest. The loss of thee were truly very slight,— comrade crazy, rude, repelling: One has one’s hands full all the day and night; If what one does, or leaves undone, is right, From such a face as thine there is no telling.
MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Poor Son of Earth, how couldst thou thus alone 128
Goethe Have led thy life, bereft of me? I, for a time, at least, have worked thy cure; Thy fancy’s rickets plague thee not at all: Had I not been, so hadst thou, sure, Walked thyself off this earthly ball Why here to caverns, rocky hollows slinking, Sit’st thou, as ‘twere an owl a-blinking? Why suck’st, from sodden moss and dripping stone, Toad-like, thy nourishment alone? A fine way, this, thy time to fill! The Doctor’s in thy body still. To grub with yearning force through Earth’s dark marrow, Compress the six days’ work within thy bosom narrow,— To taste, I know not what, in haughty power, Thine own ecstatic life on all things shower, Thine earthly self behind thee cast, And then the lofty instinct, thus— (With a gesture:) at last,— daren’t say how—to pluck the final flower!
FAUST What fresh and vital forces, canst thou guess, Spring from my commerce with the wilderness? But, if thou hadst the power of guessing, Thou wouldst be devil enough to grudge my soul the blessing.
FAUST Shame on thee!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Yes, thou findest that unpleasant! Thou hast the moral right to cry me “shame!” at present. One dares not that before chaste ears declare, Which chaste hearts, notwithstanding, cannot spare; And, once for all, I grudge thee not the pleasure Of lying to thyself in moderate measure. But such a course thou wilt not long endure; 129
HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES A blessing drawn from supernatural fountains! In night and dew to lie upon the mountains; All Heaven and Earth in rapture penetrating; Thyself to Godhood haughtily inflating;
Faust Already art thou o’er-excited, And, if it last, wilt soon be plighted To madness and to horror, sure. Enough of that! Thy love sits lonely yonder, By all things saddened and oppressed; Her thoughts and yearnings seek thee, tenderer, fonder,— mighty love is in her breast. First came thy passion’s flood and poured around her As when from melted snow a streamlet overflows; Thou hast therewith so filled and drowned her, That now thy stream all shallow shows. Methinks, instead of in the forests lording, The noble Sir should find it good, The love of this young silly blood At once to set about rewarding. Her time is miserably long; She haunts her window, watching clouds that stray O’er the old city-wall, and far away. “Were I a little bird!” so runs her song, Day long, and half night long. Now she is lively, mostly sad, Now, wept beyond her tears; Then again quiet she appears,—Always love-mad. FAUST Serpent! Serpent!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (aside) Ha! do I trap thee!
FAUST Get thee away with thine offences, Reprobate! Name not that fairest thing, Nor the desire for her sweet body bring Again before my half-distracted senses!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES What wouldst thou, then? She thinks that thou art flown; And half and half thou art, I own.
FAUST Yet am I near, and love keeps watch and ward; 130
Goethe Though I were ne’er so far. And also made their opportunity. That like a cataract. maddened. thou pimp!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES You rail. within her arms. that feed among the roses. all houseless roaming. who fashioned youth and maid. Within her cabin on the Alpine field Her simple. The God. The monster without air or rest. down rocks and gorges foaming.
. homely life commences. FAUST What are. Had not enough. Her little world therein concealed. before the altar. Devil! through the coming pangs to push me. with young unwakened senses. it cannot falter: I envy even the Body of the Lord The touching of her lips. And not for death. Leaps. God’s hate flung o’er me. let it quickly be! Let fall on me her fate. the heavenly blisses? Though I be glowing with her kisses. to thrust The stubborn rocks before me And strike them into dust! She and her peace I yet must undermine: Thou. into the abyss’s breast! And side-wards she. Perceived the noblest purpose of His trade. Do I not always share her need? I am the fugitive. and also crush me. What must be. Go on! It is a woe profound! ’Tis for your sweetheart’s room you’re bound.
FAUST Away. indeed. And I.— One ruin whelm both her and me!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES ’Tis very well! My envy oft reposes On your twin-pair. and it is fun to me. hast claimed this sacrifice as thine! Help. Hell.
It thinks the end must soon occur. alone) My peace is gone. Hail him.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Again it seethes.
MARGARET ROOM GARET’S MARGARET ’S ROOM
MARGARET MARGARET (at the spinning-wheel. nevermore! Save I have him near. My thought is lost. again it glows! Thou fool. else. Ah. My senses mazed. My heart is sore: 132
. dost well the devil-nature wear: Naught so insipid in the world I find As is a devil in despair. The grave is here. My heart is sore: I never shall find it. My poor weak head Is racked and crazed. who keeps a steadfast mind! Thou. My peace is gone. The world is gall And bitterness all. go in and comfort her! When such a head as thine no outlet knows.
To heart’s desire. and own! 133 And kiss his mouth. And the magic flow Of his talk. Ah. dared I clasp him. the bliss In the clasp of his hand. The smile of his mouth.Goethe I never shall find it. And. The power of his eyes. And on his kisses At last expire!
. nevermore! To see him. him only. At the pane I sit. ah! his kiss! My peace is gone. And hold. nevermore! My bosom yearns For him alone. My heart is sore: I never shall find it. Ah. His noble size. Ah. To meet him. him only. His lofty gait. The house I quit.
dost not incline that way. I grant to each his own. Would that I had some influence! Then.Faust
MARTHA THA’S MARTHA’S GARDEN
MARGARET FA MARGARET FAUST MARGARET MARGARET Promise me. thou honorest not the Holy Sacraments. Must we?
FAUST I honor them. pray? Thou art a dear. For love. And yet. I think. my blood and life would I surrender.
MARGARET MARGARET That’s not enough: we must believe thereon. too. Henry!—
FAUST Leave that. 134
FAUST FAUST What I can! MARGARET MARGARET MARGARET MARGARET How is’t with thy religion. And as for Faith and Church. good-hearted man. my child! Thou know’st my love is tender.
Himself? Arches not there the sky above us? Lies not beneath us. A sarcasm on the asker. fill with that force thy heart. eye to eye. sweetest countenance! Who dare express Him? And who profess Him. me. Folds and upholds he not Thee. the earth? And rise not. thronging To head and heart. round thy life? Vast as it is. Friendly.
FAUST My darling. Saying: I believe in Him!
. Deny His being. feeling. Believest thou in God? Who. visible. Call it. And feel’st not.— Call it Bliss! Heart! Love! God! I have no name to give it! Feeling is all in all: The Name is sound and smoke. on us shining. firm. And it will seem a mocking play. what thou wilt. on thee. Saying: I believe Him not! The All-enfolding.
MARGARET MARGARET Then thou believest not!
FAUST Hear me not falsely. Invisible. Obscuring Heaven’s clear glow.Goethe MARGARET MARGARET Desiring no possession ’Tis long since thou hast been to mass or to confession. who shall dare “I believe in God!” to say? Ask priest or sage the answer to declare. the everlasting stars? Look I not. The All-upholding. then. the force. And when thou in the feeling wholly blessed art. seeing. Still weaving its eternal secret.
Within my deepest. to hear it so: Much the same way the preacher spoke. All hearts that beat beneath the heavenly day— Each in its language—say. thy mate. my sweetest one!
.Faust MARGARET MARGARET All that is fine and good. it may seem passable. some hitch in’t there must be For thou hast no Christianity. Only with slightly different phrases.
FAUST FAUST Dear love! Nay.
MARGARET MARGARET To hear it thus. Then why not I. inmost soul I hate. in mine. fear him not. in all places.
FAUST FAUST How so? The same thing. And yet. As his repulsive face has done. as well?
MARGARET MARGARET The man who with thee goes. In all my life there’s nothing Has given my heart so keen a pang of loathing. MARGARET MARGARET I’ve long been grieved to see That thou art in such company.
however. much as my heart to see thee yearneth. may I never! When once inside the door comes he. Henry. even. The secret horror of him returneth. I could not pray to Heaven. And surely. is thine antipathy!
MARGARET MARGARET But I must go. But. for all.
FAUST There. And I think the man a knave. a kindly will. I’ve else. ’tis with thee the same.
FAUST There must be such queer birds. as I live! If I do him wrong. And half in wrath: One sees that in nothing no interest he hath: ’Tis written on his very forehead That love. That burns within me like a flame. may God forgive! FAUST Foreboding angel that thou art!
MARGARET MARGARET It overcomes me in such degree.
. is a thing abhorréd. I am so happy on thine arm. and so warm. I feel as though I’d lost my love for thee. When he is by. so yielding. now. He looks around so sneeringly.
MARGARET MARGARET Live with the like of him.Goethe MARGARET MARGARET I feel his presence like something ill. And in his presence stifled seems my heart. That wheresoe’er he meets us. to him. So free.
That scarcely more is left me to fulfil. dearest man. when one tries it?
FAUST If ’twould.) FAUST Thou angel.] MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES. and soul to soul united? It will not harm her. But mother’s sleep so light has grown. to see us fondly plighted. to give thee pleasure? 138
. I know not what compels me to thy will: So much have I already done for thee. And deepest sleep will on her senses sink. my love. if I only slept alone! I’d draw the bolts to-night. fear it not! Here is a phial: in her drink But three drops of it measure. With breast to breast. would I advise it?
MARGARET MARGARET MARGARET MARGARET Ah. And if we were discovered by her. (Enter MEPHISTOPHELES [Exit. for thy desire. if but thy face I see. shall there never be A quiet hour. ’Twould be my death upon the spot! Ah.Faust FAUST Ah. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The monkey! Is she gone?
FAUST MARGARET MARGARET Hast played the spy again? What would I not.
She in my mask a hidden sense would read: She feels that surely I’m a genius now.—to-night—?
FAUST Thou. The girls have much desire to ascertain If one is prim and good. as ancient rules compel: If there he’s led. well. thou. So loving and ineffable. I hope.—with scruples holy Pines. ’tis plain.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Yet my delight ‘twill also be!
. he’ll follow them as well. Great good. lest she hold as lost the man she loves so well!
FAUST What’s that to thee?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Thou. full of sensual. The Doctor has been catechised. indeed! Well. she knows not how. FAUST Abortion. super-sensual desire. monster. how she drew thee.— Perhaps the very Devil. they think.— The faith alone That her salvation is. most fully. A girl by the nose is leading thee. how masterly she reads physiognomy! When I am present she’s impressed. the thing will do thee.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I’ve heard. of faith so lowly. of filth and fire!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES And then. wilt nor see nor own How this pure soul.
Sibylla said. not a word. 140
LISBETH It’s true.
MARGARET MARGARET Ah!
MARGARET MARGARET No. to-day. whene’er she eats and drinks. And she made a to-do with her face so fine. there’s not a doubt. So mean and shameless was her behavior. She took all the presents the fellow gave her. And he treated her always to pies and wine. I go so little out. it serves her rightly.
LISBETH And so. at last. LISBETH Hast nothing heard of Barbara? It stinks! She’s feeding two.Faust
FOUNTAIN AT THE FOUNTAIN
MARGARET MARGARET How so?
LISBETH MARGARET MARGARET and LISBETH With pitchers. Such taking-on of airs!
. She clung to the fellow so long and tightly! That was a promenading! At village and dance parading! As the first they must everywhere shine. She’s played the fool at last.
. in the passage dark.]
MARGARET MARGARET (returning home) MARGARET MARGARET He’ll surely take her for his wife. elsewhere. ne’er let us out the door She sported with her paramour. the flower is gone. poor thing!
MARGARET MARGARET LISBETH Dost pity her. When some poor maiden was beguiled! More speech than any tongue suffices I craved. LISBETH He’d be a fool! A brisk young blade Has room. Black as it seemed. But do church-penance in her sinner’s shift! That is not fair!
LISBETH If him she gets. And mother. So now her head no more she’ll lift. The length of the time they’d never mark. why let her beware! The boys shall dash her wreath on the floor. at that? When one of us at spinning sat. he’s gone. On the door-bench. to ply his trade. nights.Goethe ’Twas kissing and coddling. to censure others’ vices. And we’ll scatter chaff before her door! [Exit. I blackened still.
MARGARET MARGARET The poor. Besides. at the end. on and on! So now. How scornfully I once reviled.
Pots of flowers before it. with an image of the Mater Dolorosa. Thou lookest up to where Thy Son is slain! Thou seest the Father. And bear aloft Thy sorrow and His pain! Ah. And blessed myself. so dear.Faust And blacker yet was in my will.— And now—a living sin am I! Yet—all that drove my heart thereto. With anguish smarting. and boasted high. so true!
(In a niche of the wall a shrine. Thy gracious countenance upon my pain! The sword Thy heart in. past guessing. 142
. O Maiden. Thou sorrow-laden. Thy sad sighs gather. God! was so good.) MARGARET MARGARET (putting fresh flowers in the pots) Incline. Beyond expressing.
the bumper in my hand: “Each well enough in her own way. Already on my bed.Goethe The pangs that wring my flesh and bone! Why this anxious heart so burneth. Smiling. But is there one in all the land Like sister Margaret. “In her the flower o’ the sex is found!” 143
. what sorrow. Within my lonely chamber The morning sun shone red: I sat. And heard the swagger as it rose. And elbows planted as in boast: I sat in unconcerned repose. Why it trembleth. As in the early morning For thee these flowers I set. Help! rescue me from death and stain! O Maiden! Thou sorrow-laden. Knowest Thou. MARGARET ’S brother) MARGARET GARET’S When I have sat at some carouse. I’d say. weeping. in utter sorrow. I’m weeping. what woe and sorrow Within my bosom aches! Alone. weeping. why it yearneth. The heart within me breaks. Incline Thy countenance upon my pain!
MARGARET GARET’S STREET BEFORE MARGARET ’S DOOR VALENTINE (a soldier. With brimming glass that spilled the toast. The pots before my window. and Thou alone! Where’er I go. good as gold. What woe.— One that to her can a candle hold?” Cling! clang! “Here’s to her!” went around The board: “He speaks the truth!” cried some. Alas! my tears did wet. Where each to each his brag allows. and ah! unsleeping. And many a comrade praised to me His pink of girls right lustily. And stroking then my beard.
to view? If I mistake not.Faust And all the swaggerers were dumb. though I thresh them all together. To lift the kettle with its treasure. And now!—I could tear my hair with vexation. Which there. A little thievish and a little frolicsome. along the coping creeps: Quite virtuous. like a bankrupt debtor sitting. That round the tall fire-ladders sweeps. let me at him drive! He shall not leave the spot alive. And stealthy. That. withal. With sneers and stinging taunts disgrace me. there.
FAUST Meanwhile. may not the treasure risen be. rather. behind. A chance-dropped word may set me sweating! Yet. there are two. I cannot call them liars. Till darkness closes from the sky! The shadows thus within my bosom gather. I come. either. fainter grows and dimmer. Shalt soon experience the pleasure. I feel in every limb the presage Forerunning the grand Walpurgis-Night: Day after to-morrow brings its message. And. And dash out my brains in desperation! With turned-up nose each scamp may face me.
. But what comes sneaking. I glimmering see?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES FAUST
MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP How from the window of the sacristy Upward th’eternal lamp sends forth a glimmer. I lately gave therein a squint— Saw splendid lion-dollars in ‘t. And one keeps watch then with delight. then. If he’s one. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I’m like a sentimental tom-cat. lessening side-wards.
VALENTINE (comes forward) Whom wilt thou lure? God’s-element! Rat-catching piper. Now. no work completer: I’ll sing her. poor thing! Love’s time is brief: Unto no thief Be warm and lief. then. first. That out a maid Departeth nevermore! The coaxing shun Of such an one! When once ’tis done Good-night to thee.) What dost thou here In daybreak clear. Thou’lt hear a masterpiece. the curst musician! 145
. a moral song. afterwards. to cheat her. indeed! For painful is it To bring no gift when her I visit. among the rest. first. thou!—perdition! To the Devil. Without return to be enjoying. while the sky leads forth its starry throng. The surer. the instrument! To the Devil. a thing That seemed to be a chain of pearl. Kathrina dear. Before thy lover’s door? Beware! the blade Lets in a maid.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Thou shouldst not find it so annoying. To deck therewith my darling girl? (Sings to the cither.
FAUST That’s well. But with the wedding-ring!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I saw.Goethe FAUST Not even a jewel. not a ring.
and I will parry. I pray! Stand by: I’ll lead. too!
VALENTINE There’s yet a skull I must be splitting!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Of course. then? my hand’s already lame:
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST VALENTINE Then parry that! VALENTINE (jails) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Why not? ’tis light. 146 O God! Thrust home!
.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The cither’s smashed! For nothing more ’tis fitting.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST Sir Doctor. without delay! You’ve but to lunge.
VALENTINE I think the Devil must fight! How is it. VALENTINE That. don’t retreat. if you’ll but tarry: Out with your spit.
Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Now is the lubber tame! But come. With the police ‘twere easy to compound it. But here the penal court will sift and sound it. they yell and fight! PEOPLE Here lies one dead already—see!
MARTHA MARTHA (coming from the house) The murderers.] MARGARET MARGARET (coming out) MARTHA MARTHA (at the window) Who lies here? Come out! Come out! PEOPLE MARGARET MARGARET (at the window) ’Tis thy mother’s son! Quick. For there arises now a murderous cry. [Exit with FAUST UST. bring a light! MARGARET MARGARET MARTHA MARTHA (as above) Almighty God! what misery! They swear and storm. away! ’Tis time for us to fly. whither have they run?
Yet is not grown a whit the fairer. And quicker yet ’tis done. every one! (All gather around him) My Margaret.Faust VALENTINE I’m dying! That is quickly said. Why. She walks abroad unveiled by day. Then soon will others come to thee. in fact. in lace and ribbons flowing.
MARGARET MARGARET My brother! God! such words to me?
VALENTINE In this game let our Lord God be! What’s done’s already done. Thou’rt also free to all the town. Thy business thus to slight: So this advice I bid thee heed— Now that thou art a whore indeed. But not the least bit shrewd or smart. woe betide thee! Among the beggars and cripples hide thee. The time I verily can discern When all the honest folk will turn From thee. Nor at the altar take thy place! Shalt not. thou jade! and seek protection As from a corpse that breeds infection. must come to pass. Why howl. see! still young thou art. Her life. outright! With one begin’st thou secretly. Come here and listen. And then they draw the veil of night Over her head and ears. And so. The more she seeks the day’s broad light. And when a dozen thee have known. though even God forgive. When they but look thee in the face:— Shalt not in a golden chain array thee. She is in secret brought to light. The uglier she is to sight. But let her growth and strength display. alas! What follows it. they’re loath to spare her. you women there? Instead. Thy guilty heart shall then dismay thee. Make merry when the dance is going! But in some corner. be one then. When Shame is born and first appears.
. ’Twould bring. for all my sinful pleasure. Forgiveness in the richest measure. (Dies. be still! Could I thy withered body kill.
MARGARET MARGARET My brother! This is Hell’s own pain!
VALENTINE I tell thee. from thy tears refrain! When thou from honor didst depart It stabbed me to the very heart.)
MARTHA MARTHA Commend your soul to God for pardon. That you your heart with slander harden!
VALENTINE Thou pimp most infamous.Goethe On earth a damned existence live! Now through the slumber of the grave I go to God as a soldier brave.
ANTHEM. dies illa. Solvet soeclum in favilla! (Sound of the organ. and through thee? Upon thy threshold whose the blood?
And stirreth not and quickens Something beneath thy heart. When thou. long torment.Faust
SERVICE ORGAN VICE. Half sport of childhood. still innocent. That fell asleep to long. SERVICE ORGAN and ANTHEM MAR (MARGARET among much people: the EVIL SPIRIT beMARGARET SPIRIT hind MARGARET MARGARET GARET. Thy life disquieting With most foreboding presence?
MARGARET MARGARET Woe! woe! Would I were free from the thoughts That cross me. Half God within thee! Margaret! Where tends thy thought? Within thy bosom What hidden crime? Pray’st thou for mercy on thy mother’s soul.) SPIRIT EVIL SPIRIT HOW otherwise was it. Margaret. drawing hither and thither Despite me!
CHORUS CHORUS Diesira.)
SPIRIT EVIL SPIRIT Wrath takes thee! The trumpet peals! The graves tremble! And thy heart 150
. Here to the altar cam’st. And from the worn and fingered book Thy prayers didst prattle.
Quem patronem rogaturus. Shuddering. refuse thee! Woe! 151
MARGARET MARGARET I cannot breathe! The massy pillars Imprison me!
. from thee: The pure. ad parebit. My very heart Dissolved by the anthem! Hide thyself! Sin and shame Stay never hidden. their hands to offer. The glorified. Nil inultum remanebit. Throbs to life! The vaulted arches Crush me!—Air!
EVIL SPIRIT SPIRIT MARGARET MARGARET Would I were forth! I feel as if the organ here My breath takes from me. Cum vix Justus sit securus?
CHORUS CHORUS Judex ergo cum sedebit.
EVIL SPIRIT SPIRIT They turn their faces. Quidquid latet. Air? Light? Woe to thee!
CHORUS CHORUS Quid sum miser tunc dicturus.Goethe From ashy rest To fiery torments Now again requickened.
This knotted staff suffices me. What need to shorten so the way? Along this labyrinth of vales to wander. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES DOST thou not wish a broomstick-steed’s assistance? The sturdiest he-goat I would gladly see: The way we take.Faust CHORUS CHORUS Quid sum miser tune dicturus?
MARGARET MARGARET Neighbor! your cordial! (She falls in a swoon.
FAUST So long as in my legs I feel the fresh existence. THE HARTZ MOUNTAINS District of Schierke and Elend. our goal is yet some distance. Wherefrom the fountain flings eternal spray. 152
.) HARTZ MOUNTAINS AINS. Then climb the rocky ramparts yonder.
At every step one strikes a rock or tree! Let us. And if a will-o’-the-wisp must guide you on the way. But then. burning merrily. guide us truly. And even the fir-tree feels it now: Should then our limbs escape its gentle searches? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Indeed? he’d like mankind to imitate! Now. The spring-time stirs within the fragrant birches. And lights so dimly. go straight.Goethe Is such delight. then. Do thy bidding. reflect: the mountain’s magic-mad to-day. that. I vow! ’Tis winter still within my body: Upon my path I wish for frost and snow. with its belated glow. I hope. incomplete and ruddy. as one advances. there! my friend! I’ll levy thine attendance: Why waste so vainly thy resplendence? Be kind enough to light us up the steep! You are the master of the house. How sadly rises. Ho. in the Devil’s name. have entered newly In the sphere of dreams enchanted. The moon’s lone disk. That our feet be forwards planted In the vast. For zigzag courses we are wont to keep. You mustn’t take things too precisely. Or I’ll blow out his being’s flickering spark!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES WILL-O’-THE-WISP I notice no such thing.
. my steps would fain delay.
WILL-O’-THE-WISP My reverence. the desert spaces! See them swiftly changing places. it seems. And I shall try to serve you nicely. I mark. use a Jack-o’-lantern’s glances: I see one yonder. Trees on trees beside us trooping. WILL-O’-THE-WISP (in alternating song) We. HISTOP FAUST. MEPHISTOPHELES. MEPHISTOPHELES. will me enable To curb my temperament unstable.
Hoo-hoo! Shoo-hoo! Nearer hover Jay and screech-owl. unresisted: Living knots and gnarls uncanny Feel with polypus-antennae For the wanderer. the grasses. Whence one seeth. if we still are standing. outgrowing. come faint and hollow. Thousand-colored.
FAUST How strangely glimmers through the hollows A dreary light. Hear I noises? songs that follow? Hear I tender love-petitions? Voices of those heavenly visions? Sounds of hope.— Hear them snoring. Mammon in the mountain blaze. Still increasing and expanding!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Grasp my skirt with heart undaunted! Here a middle-peak is planted. with amaze. like that of dawn! Its exhalation tracks and follows The deepest gorges. of love undying! And the echoes. and the plover. Bloated-bellied. Wandering lights that spin in mazes. faint and wan. through the bushes? And the roots. 154
.— Are they all awake and crying? Is’t the salamander pushes. Or if further we’re ascending? All is turning. flowing Stream and streamlet seek the hollow. hear them blowing! O’er the stones. Here steam. whirling. Trees and rocks with grinning faces.Faust And the crags above us stooping. Through the sand and boulders toiling. And in wildering escort gather! Tell me. there rolling vapor sweepeth. weirdest links uncoiling To entrap us. Mice are flying. like traditions Of old days. Crowded swarms that soar and sparkle. herd-wise hieing Through the moss and through the heather! And the fire-flies wink and darkle. blending. Fright us. And the rocky snouts. like serpents twisted.
spreads and fades. The rocky ramparts blazing stand. The stubble is yellow. at present. Hark! how the forests grind and crack! Frightened. Itself detaches. And over the wreck-strewn gorges The tempest whistles and surges! Hear’st thou voices higher ringing? Far away.
FAUST WITCHES WITCHES (in chorus) How raves the tempest through the air! With what fierce blows upon my neck ’tis beating! The witches ride to the Brocken’s top.— But. in a corner pressed and sundered. Now like a fountain leaps and plays. the owlets are scattered: Hearken! the pillars are shattered. The roots are twisting asunder! In frightfully intricate crashing Each on the other is dashing. the mountain’s side along. The evergreen palaces shaking! Boughs are groaning and breaking. Sweeps an infuriate glamouring song!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Has not Sir Mammon grandly lighted His palace for this festal night? ’Tis lucky thou hast seen the sight. see! in all their height.Goethe Here burns the glow through film and haze: Now like a tender thread it creepeth. Here winds away. Hold fast. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Under the old ribs of the rock retreating. and in a hundred Divided veins the valley braids: There. or nearer singing? Yes. There gathers the crowd for carnival: 155
. Here gush the sparkles incandescent Like scattered showers of golden sand. and green the crop. lest thou be hurled down the abysses there! The night with the mist is black. The boisterous guests approach that were invited. The tree-trunks terribly thunder.
old Baubo’s coming now. She has scored and has flayed me: See the wounds she has made me!
WITCHES (chorus) WITCHES A VOICE Which way com’st thou hither? The way is wide. the fork it thrusts. The child is stifled. The witch she——s.Faust Sir Urian sits over all. I peeped at the owl in her nest alone: How she stared and glared!
A VOICE VOICE Alone. Then follow the witches. and——s the buck. the way is long: See.
. VOICE O’er the Ilsen-stone. the mother bursts. what a wild and crazy throng! The broom it scratches. She rides upon a farrow-sow. to lead the crew! A tough old sow and the mother thereon. And so they go over stone and stock. Betake thee to Hell! Why so fast and so fell?
CHORUS CHORUS VOICE Then honor to whom the honor is due! Dame Baubo first. every one.
the star shoots by. too! I’m climbing now three hundred years.
SEMICHORUS OTHER SEMICHORUS We do not measure with such care: Woman in thousand steps is theft.
VOICE (from below) Halt.
. We’ve washed. there! Ho. too! take me. Drizzle.
VOICE (from below) Aloft we’d fain ourselves betake. we crawl: Before us go the women all.Goethe WIZARDS WIZARDS (semichorus) As doth the snail in shell. from Rocky Lake! VOICE (below) Take me. come on. like spark on spark. and are bright as ever you will. When towards the Devil’s House we tread. The magic notes. The dreary moon forsakes the sky. whistling through the dark. BOTH CHORUSES BOTH CHORUSES The wind is hushed. And yet the summit cannot see: Among my equals I would be. Yet we’re eternally sterile still. Woman’s a thousand steps ahead. there!
VOICE (from above) Who calls from the rocky cleft below there?
VOICE (from above) Come on. Man in one leap has cleared the way. But howsoe’er she hasten may.
They crowd and push. Make room! Squire Voland comes! Room. who now not flies. room! 158
. gentle rabble. What! whirled so far astray? Then house-right I must use. And the others are now so far ahead! At home I’ve neither rest nor cheer. and spirt.Faust BOTH CHORUSES BOTH CHORUSES Bears the broom and bears the stock. Then lower. A rag will answer for a sail. Each trough a goodly ship supplies. Here!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES BOTH CHORUSES BOTH CHORUSES When round the summit whirls our flight. and burn! The true witch-element we learn. and clear the way. Keep close! or we are parted. and on the ground alight. Bears the fork and bears the buck: Who cannot raise himself to-night Is evermore a ruined wight. ill bestead. and stink.)
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES HALF-WITCH HALF-WITCH (below) So long I stumble. Where art thou?
CHORUS WITCHES CHORUS OF WITCHES FAUST (in the distance) To cheer the witch will salve avail. And yet I cannot gain them here. pull and chatter! They shine. And far and wide the heather press With witchhood’s swarms of wantonness! (They settle down. He ne’er will fly. in our turn. they roar and clatter! They whirl and whistle.
That in the greater world the little worlds are made. even for the like of me. I declare! I’ll go ahead and introduce thee there. Come on! well slip a little nearer. Thine obligation newly earning. I must own:
. ’Tis planned most wisely. if I judge aright: We climb the Brocken’s top in the Walpurgis-Night. what motley flames among the heather! There is a lively club together: In smaller circles one is not alone. That is no little space: what say’st thou. Yonder. here. is there better sport? 159
FAUST Spirit of Contradiction! On! I’ll follow straight.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES But there enigmas also knotted be. It is an old. they chat. just tell me. friend? Look yonder! thou canst scarcely see the end: A hundred fires along the ranks are burning. They dance. transmitted trade. That arbitrarily. veiled and hidden shrewdly: On my account be kind. they court: Now where. Doctor. hold to me: in one jump we’ll resume An easier space. with special light. I hear the noise of instruments attuning. come along! It _must_ be. they cook. I see stark-nude young witches congregate.
FAUST Better the summit. Come. They seek the Evil One in wild confusion: Many enigmas there might find solution. Leave to the multitude their riot! Here will we house ourselves in quiet. nor treat them rudely! The trouble’s small. There fire and whirling smoke I see. ourselves we isolate. there’s something shining clearer Within those bushes. and from the crowd be free: It’s too much. the fun is great.Goethe Here.— Vile din! yet one must learn to bear the crooning. I’ve a mind to see.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES But see. And old ones. they drink.
Faust FAUST Wilt thou. Perceiv’st thou yonder snail? It cometh. ’tis true. Howe’er for them one may have worked and planned? For with the people.
ARVENU PARVENU We also were not stupid. not unduly: When we were all-in-all. MINISTER They’re now too far from what is just and sage. often did. slow and steady. I praise the old ones. The Garter does not deck my suit.
AUTHOR Who. to go incognito. But now all things have from their bases slid. And what we should not. Youth always has the upper hand. Then was the real golden age. That it hath scented me already: I cannot here disguise me. to introduce us to the revel. Assume the part of wizard or of devil? GENERAL Say. (To some. Just as we meant to hold them fast together. now. a work of moderate sense will read? 160
. why at the outskirts? Enter! I’d praise you if I found you snugly in the centre. With youth and revel round you like a zone: You each. But honored and at home is here the cloven foot. and thou the wooer. as with women. truly. But on a gala-day one may his orders show. who are sitting around dying embers:) Old gentlemen. But come! we’ll go from this fire to a newer: I am the go-between. at home. if I try. are quite enough alone.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I’m mostly used. either. then. who would put his trust in nations. So delicately its feelers pry.
Gossip! the times thou badly comprehendest: What’s done has happed—what haps. that hath not once. that have not brought a maid to shame. Now for the last time I’ve the witches’-hill ascended: Since to the lees my cask is drained away. in poison glowing: Let me not lose myself in all this pother! This is a fair.
. No sword. No cup.Goethe Such works are held as antiquate and mossy. as never was another!
MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP The whirlpool swirls to get above: Thou’rt shoved thyself. like this you’ll find!— Which has not. MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (who all at once appears very old) I feel that men are ripe for Judgment-Day. And as regards the younger folk. but severed ties for the unwary. No gems. They never yet have been so pert and saucy. imagining to shove. there’s nothing I’ve collected— No shop. on earth. must soon be ended. and on mankind. once. within a healthy frame Poured speedy death. indeed. don’t pass me thus! Let not the chance neglected be! Behold my wares attentively: The stock is rare and various. No dagger’s here. The world’s. as well.
FAUST HUCKSTER-WITCH HUCKSTER-WITCH Ye gentlemen. that set not blood to flowing. Or from behind struck down the adversary. is done! ‘Twere better if for novelties thou sendest: By such alone can we be won. And yet. sore hurt inflicted Upon the world.
let us take hold!
FAUST FAUST (dancing with the young witch) Who? A lovely dream once came to me. And there two fairest apples shone: They lured me so. to know That such within my garden grow. The splendid sole adornment of her hair! When she succeeds therewith a youth to snare. Beware the lure within her lovely tresses. No rest to-night for young or old! They start another dance: come now. 162
. I then beheld an apple-tree.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Adam’s first wife is she.
FAIR THE FAIR ONE Apples have been desired by you. I climbed thereon. Not soon again she frees him from her jesses. Tis Lilith. the old one with the young one sitting.Faust FAUST But who is that? FAUST Those two. And I am moved with joy. Since first in Paradise they grew. They’ve danced already more than fitting.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Note her especially.
THE OLD ONE I offer here my best salute Unto the knight with cloven foot! Let him a—————prepare. Yet.——as ’twas. The pack of devils by no rules is daunted: We are so wise. at any rate. good-will. I fancied it. demonstration That ghosts can’t stand on ordinary foundation? And now you even dance. his ire is most displayed. But if you forwards go.— Especially if you heard and heeded his hortation. ’tis a thing unheard!
PROKTOPHANT OKTOPHANTASMIST PROKTOPHANTASMIST Accurséd folk! How dare you venture thus? Had you not. Then ’tis the same as were the step not made. like one of us!
FAIR THE FAIR ONE THE FAIR ONE (dancing) FAIR Then cease to bore us at our ball! Why does he come. then. he weighs the matter: If he can’t every step bechatter. He’d show. and yet is Tegel haunted. everywhere on him you fall! When others dance. If him—————————does not scare. long since.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (dancing with the old one) A dissolute dream once came to me: Therein I saw a cloven tree. To clear the folly out. If you would whirl in regular gyration As he does in his dull old mill.
PROKTOPHANT OKTOPHANTASMIST PROKTOPHANTASMIST You still are here? Nay. Which had a————————. at once! We’ve said the enlightening word. to our ball? 163
. how have I swept and stirred! Twill ne’er be clean: why. ’tis a thing unheard! Vanish. FAUST (dancing) O.
I see. Alone and far. Yet something from a tour I always save. He now will seat him in the nearest puddle. whereof he’s most assured: And when upon his rump the leeches hang and fuddle. And hope. before my last step to the grave. He’ll be of spirits and of Spirit cured. seest thou there. to your face. UST. (To FAUST who has left the dance:) Wherefore forsakest thou the lovely maiden. FAUST Ah! in the midst of it there sprang A red mouse from her mouth—sufficient reason.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES That’s nothing! One must not so squeamish be. a girl most pale and fair? 164
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES What?
. So the mouse was not gray. The solace this. To overcome the poets and the devils. (The dance continues) Naught will succeed. spirits. enough for thee. My spirit cannot practise it at all. I give to spirit-despotism no place.Faust PROKTOPHANT OKTOPHANTASMIST PROKTOPHANTASMIST I tell you. amid such revels. That in the dance so sweetly sang? FAUST Mephisto. Who’d think of that in love’s selected season?
FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Then saw I—.
No broader than a knife-blade seeming!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Let the thing be! All thence have evil drawn: It is a magic shape. What’s going on?
FAUST Forsooth. No hand with loving pressure closed. her way scarce knowing. the eyes they are of one whom.Goethe She falters on. a lifeless eidolon. Twas Perseus lopped it. And. I verily see a theatre. I must confess. so ensnare me. That from her gaze I cannot tear me! And. if they’ve not bewitched my sense. her old adversary. The Prater shows no livelier stir.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Quite right! The mark I also note.— The body sweet. it seems to me As if my kindly Margaret were she. let us mount this little hill. the rapture. set stare benumbs the human blood. thou fool. Thou crav’st the same illusion still! Come. And one is almost turned to stone. That is the breast whereon I once was lying. Her head beneath her arm she’ll sometimes carry. dying. beside which I reposed!
MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Tis magic all. Unto each man his love she seems to be. As if with fettered feet that stay her going. Medusa’s tale to thee is known. strange! around her fairest throat A single scarlet band is gleaming.
FAUST The woe. Such to encounter is not good: Their blank. seduced so easily! SERVIBILIS SERVIBILIS ‘Twill shortly recommence: 165
And Dilettanti in the parts appear. Must fifty years be rounded: But the Golden give to me. I entreat you! As Dilettante I the curtain raise. MANAGER MANAGER
Sons of Mieding.
ALPURGIS-NIGHT GIS-NIGHT’S WALPURGIS-NIGHT ’S DREAM
OBERON TITANIA ANIA’ OBERON AND TITANIA’s GOLDEN WEDDING
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES When I upon the Blocksberg meet you. When the strife’s compounded. I find it good: for that’s your proper place.
HERALD That the wedding golden be. That is all the scenery.Faust A new performance—’tis the last of seven. To give that number is the custom here: ’Twas by a Dilettante written. That now I vanish.
. pardon. rest to-day! Needless your machinery: Misty vale and mountain gray.
Frog in grass. His tones are sweet and rare ones: Though ugly faces he allure. They are newly plighted. And kin of all conditions. And her to the Equator!
PUCK Cometh Puck. Whisks and whirls in measure: Come a hundred after him. See the bagpipe on our track! ’Tis the soap-blown bubble: 167
ORCHESTRA. and. First be separated!
TITANIA TITANIA If her whims the wife control. To share with him the pleasure. ORCHESTRA. Take him to the Northern Pole. mosquito-bill.
ARIEL Ariel’s song is heavenly-pure. Yet he allures the fair ones. Snout of fly. and cricket-trill. be seen— Show yourselves.— These are the musicians!
SOLO SOLO OBERON OBERON Spouses. Learn how we were mated! If your pairs would loving be. who would fain agree. light of limb.Goethe OBERON OBERON Spirits. if you’re here. delighted! Fairy king and fairy queen. TUTTI TI. TUTTI Fortissimo. And the man berate her.
But yet. the beauteous fay.” must he Also be a devil. a little poem. beyond a cavil. Meets.
LITTLE A LITTLE COUPLE Little step and lofty leap Through honey-dew and fragrance: You’ll never mount the airy steep With all your tripping vagrance. Yet I betimes myself prepare For my Italian journey. like petticoat. GRO INTO Spider’s foot and paunch of toad. Like “the Gods of Greece. to-night. JUST GROWING INTO FORM SPIRIT IRIT. alas! How roars the orgy louder! And of the witches in the mass.Faust Hear the schnecke-schnicke-schnack Through his nostrils double! ORTHODO THODOX ORTHODOX Not a claw. Some outlines of the tourney.
SPIRIT. my vision!
YOUNG WITCH WITCH Powder becomes.
INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER Is’t but masquerading play? See I with precision? Oberon. 168
. no tail I see! And yet. But only two wear powder. with sketchy air.
PURIST My bad luck brings me here.
NORTHERN ARTIST NORTHERN ARTIST I only seize. And little wings—we know ‘em! A little creature ‘twill not be.
XENIES Us as little insects see! With sharpest nippers flitting. and the sweetest! And bachelors of youth and fire. And show a strapping body. They are jesting. in crowds together massed. then will I myself. And prospects the completest!
MUSAGETES MUSAGETES Among this witches’ revelry 169
. I hope to see you moulder. Yet. I vow.Goethe A gray and wrinkled noddy.
LEADER OF THE BAND Fly-snout and mosquito-bill. Don’t swarm so round the Naked! Frog in grass and cricket-trill.
THERCOCK WEATHER WEATHERCOCK (towards one side) Society to one’s desire! Brides only. Observe the time. That their hearts are blameless. That our Papa Satan we May honor as is fitting. So I sit naked on my goat. Jump into hell instanter!
MATR TRON MATRON We’ve too much tact and policy To rate with gibes a scolder. young and tender though you be. and make it!
HENNINGS How. at last. Why. shameless! They will even say. WEATHER THERCOCK WEATHERCOCK (towards the other side) And if the Earth don’t open now To swallow up each ranter.
All instruments are fitting.”
INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER Say. it would easier be Than to command the Muses. Nor care for the appearance. WORLDLING Yes. for me Are good to fish and sport in: And thus the pious man you see With even devils consorting. the heavy skip.
DANCER A newer chorus now succeeds! I hear the distant drumming. And on the Blocksberg they erect Full many a place of meeting. truly. And. and none shall pass us! The Blocksberg has a summit broad.
GOOD FELLOW FELLO The rabble by such hate are held. I suspect.
CI-DEV AGE CI-DEVANT GENIUS OF THE AGE The proper folks one’s talents laud: Come on. who’s the stiff and pompous man? He walks with haughty paces: He snuffles all he snuffle can: “He scents the Jesuits’ traces. 170
. “Don’t be disturbed! ’tis. for the pious. The bittern’s changeless booming. Like Germany’s Parnassus. and makes a clearance! The crooked jump. in the reeds.Faust His way one gladly loses.
CRANE Both clear and muddy streams.”
DANCING-MASTER How each his legs in nimble trip Lifts up.
I must be idiotic!
LEADER OF THE BAND Frog in green. So I am here with pleasure. if I am all I see. on and on. And grant to these their merits. It gives me great vexation.— Each one’s a fine musician!
REALIST This racking fuss on every hand. the fancy wrought in me Is really too despotic: Forsooth. we call the clan 171
. here I stand On insecure foundation.
THE ADROIT ADROIT Sans souci. And think they’re near the treasure: But Devil rhymes with Doubt alone. and cricket-trill.
DOGMATIST DOGMATIST I’ll not be led by any lure Of doubts or critic-cavils: The Devil must be something. Such dilettants!—perdition! Fly-snout and mosquito-bill. Since from the devils I also may Infer the better spirits. sure.
IDEALIST This once. for the first time. SUPERNA ERNATURALIST SUPERNATURALIST With much delight I see the play.Goethe To maim and slay delights them: As Orpheus’ lyre the brutes compelled.— Or how should there be devils?
SCEPTIC The flame they follow. And. The bagpipe here unites them.
room! Trodden are the grasses: Spirits also. the stout one!
WILL-O’-THE WISPS From the marshes we appear. then. Go a-foot no more we can. God help us! that is done with: Our shoes are all danced out. but now. himself.
AWKW WKWARD THE AWKWARD Once many a bit we sponged. spirits come. the wings uncloses. And they are bulky masses. And on our heads we go. we trow. at once. Cross-wise now in grass I lie: Who’ll help me to my footing?
. Or Mind. We’ve but naked soles to run with.Faust Of merry creatures so. Follow up my airy track To the mount of roses!
TING-STAR SHOOTING-ST SHOOTING-STAR Darting hither from the sky. HEAVY FELLO THE HEAVY FELLOWS Room! and round about us. then. Where we originated. Yet in the ranks.
PUCK Enter not so stall-fed quite. In star and fire light shooting. Like elephant-calves about one! And the heaviest weight to-night Be Puck. we’re here As glittering gallants rated.
ARIEL If loving Nature at your back.
hast concealed from me her increasing wretchedness.
DREARY DAY DREARY DAY
A FIELD FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP FAUST In misery! In despair! Long wretchedly astray on the face of the earth. And all is dissipated. contemptible spirit.—stand! Roll the devilish eyes wrathfully in thy head! Stand and defy me with thine intolerable presence! Imprisoned! In irretrievable misery! Delivered up to evil spirits. then. with the most insipid dissipations.Goethe ORCHESTRA ORCHESTRA pianissimo Cloud and trailing mist o’erhead Are now illuminated: Air in leaves. ill-starred creature shut in a dungeon as a criminal. meanwhile. and to condemning. and thou hast concealed it from me!—Stand. and wind in reed. unfeeling Man! And thou hast lulled me. and suffered her to go helplessly to ruin! 173
. and now imprisoned! That gracious. and given up to fearful torments! To this has it come! to this!—Treacherous.
Why didst thou enter into fellowship with us. in its writhing deathagony under the eyes of the Eternal Forgiver. why fetter me to the felon-comrade. who hast vouchsafed to me Thine apparition. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Now we are already again at the end of our wits. and art not secure against dizziness? Did we thrust ourselves upon thee. under foot! Not the first! O woe! woe which no human soul can grasp. did not expiate the guilt of all others! The misery of this single one pierces to the very marrow of my life. and hang upon his shoulders when he fell! Transform him again into his favorite likeness. the outlawed. if thou canst not carry it out? Wilt fly. thou Infinite Spirit! transform the reptile again into his dog-shape? in which it pleased him often at night to scamper on before me. glorious Spirit. to roll himself at the feet of the unsuspecting wanderer. where the understanding of you men runs wild. who knowest my heart and my soul.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES She is not the first. and thou art calmly grinning at the fate of thousands!
FAUST Gnash not thus thy devouring teeth at me? It fills me with horrible disgust. or thou thyself upon us?
FAUST Dog! Abominable monster! Transform him. Mighty. who feeds on mischief and gluts himself with ruin?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Hast thou done?
.—that I may trample him. that he may crawl upon his belly in the dust before me.—that the first. that more than one being should sink into the depths of this misery.
Rescue her? Who was it that plunged her into ruin? I. and liberate her!
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I will convey thee there. miserable mortals! To crush to pieces the innocent respondent—that is the tyrant-fashion of relieving one’s self in embarrassments.
FAUST That. monster! Take me thither. from thee? Murder and death of a world upon thee. or thou? (FAUST looks around wildly. nor undo his bolts. what I can do! Have I all the power in Heaven and on Earth? I will becloud the jailer’s senses: get possession of the key.
FAUST Take me thither! She shall be free!
.Goethe FAUST Rescue her. I will carry you off. and lead her forth with human hand! I will keep watch: the magic steeds are ready. and hear. or woe to thee! The fearfullest curse be upon thee for thousands of ages! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES And the danger to which thou wilt expose thyself? Know that the guilt of blood. from thy hand. and lie in wait for the returning murderer.) F Wilt thou grasp the thunder? Well that it has not been given to you. too. So much is in my power. I say.
MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP I cannot loosen the bonds of the Avenger. still lies upon the town! Avenging spirits hover over the spot where the victim fell.
sweeping down. bowing and bending!
.) FAUST What weave they there round the raven-stone?
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I know not what they are brewing and doing.
FAUST Soaring up.Faust FAUST Up and away!
OPEN OPEN FIELD F (FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES speeding onward on MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP black horses.
Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES A witches’-guild.
FAUST They scatter, devote and doom! FAUST (with a bunch of keys and a lamp, before an iron door) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES On! on! A shudder, long unfelt, comes o’er me; Mankind’s collected woe o’erwhelms me, here. She dwells within the dark, damp walls before me, And all her crime was a delusion dear! What! I delay to free her? I dread, once again to see her? On! my shrinking but lingers Death more near. (He grasps the lock: the sound of singing is heard inside.) My mother, the harlot, Who put me to death; My father, the varlet, Who eaten me hath! Little sister, so good, Laid my bones in the wood, In the damp moss and clay: 177
Faust Then was I a beautiful bird o’ the wood; Fly away! Fly away! (He takes hold of the fetters to unlock them.)
MARGARET MARGARET (on her knees) FAUST (unlocking) She does not dream her lover listens near; That he the rattling chain, the rustling straw, can hear. (He enters.) Who, headsman! unto thee such power Over me could give? Thou’rt come for me at midnight-hour: Have mercy on me, let me live! Is’t not soon enough when morning chime has run? (She rises.) MARGARET MARGARET (hiding herself on the pallet) Woe! woe! They come. O death of bitterness! And I am yet so young, so young! And now Death comes, and ruin! I, too, was fair, and that was my undoing. My love was near, but now he’s far; Torn lies the wreath, scattered the blossoms are. Seize me not thus so violently! Spare me! What have I done to thee? Let me not vainly entreat thee! I never chanced, in all my days, to meet thee!
FAUST (whispering) Hush! hush! The hour is come that frees thee.
MARGARET MARGARET (throwing herself before him) Art thou a man, then pity my distress!
FAUST Thy cries will wake the guards, and they will seize thee!
FAUST Shall I outlive this misery? 178
Goethe MARGARET MARGARET Now am I wholly in thy might. But let me suckle, first, my baby! I blissed it all this livelong night; They took ‘t away, to vex me, maybe, And now they say I killed the child outright. And never shall I be glad again. They sing songs about me! ’tis bad of the folk to do it! There’s an old story has the same refrain; Who bade them so construe it? Seeketh a path His prey to discover!
FAUST (aloud) Margaret! Margaret!
MARGARET (attentively listening) MARGARET That was the voice of my lover!
FAUST (falling upon his knees) Here lieth one who loves thee ever, The thraldom of thy woe to sever.
(She springs to her feet: the fetters fall off.) Where is he? I heard him call me. I am free! No one shall enthrall me. To his neck will I fly, On his bosom lie! On the threshold he stood, and Margaret! calling, Midst of Hell’s howling and noises appalling, Midst of the wrathful, infernal derision, I knew the sweet sound of the voice of the vision!
MARGARET (flinging herself beside him) MARGARET O let us kneel, and call the Saints to hide us! Under the steps beside us, The threshold under, Hell heaves in thunder! The Evil One With terrible wrath
and the chain? ’Tis thou! Thou comest to save me. We shall be made to dearly rue it. And I am saved!— Again the street I see Where first I looked on thee. when thou delayest! (Caressing him.Faust FAUST ’Tis I! MARGARET MARGARET Delay. now! So fain I stay.) ’Tis he! ’tis he! Where now is all my pain? The anguish of the dungeon. so short a time thou’rt missing. And hast unlearned thy kissing? Why is my heart so anxious. on thy breast? Where once a heaven thy glances did create me.)
MARGARET MARGARET ’Tis thou! O. as thou wouldst suffocate me— Kiss me! Or I’ll kiss thee! 180
FAUST (struggling to leave) Come! Come with me!
. And the garden. A heaven thy loving words expressed.
MARGARET MARGARET Kiss me!—canst no longer do it? My friend. now! If longer here thou stayest. say it once again!
FAUST (Clasping him. And thou didst kiss. Away. Where I and Martha wait thy coming. brightly blooming.
follow me! My darling.
FAUST Come. dost thou know. sheathe thy sword at last! Do not affray me! 181
MARGARET MARGARET (turning to him) And is it thou? Thou. be more bold: I’ll clasp thee. soon. whom thou mak’st free?
FAUST Come! come! The night already vanisheth. MARGARET MARGARET My mother have I put to death. dear hand!—But. woe! thy lips are chill.Goethe (She embraces him. too!—’Tis thou! It scarcely true doth seem— Give me thy hand! ’Tis not a dream! Thy dear. God! what hast thou done? Nay. Ah. ’tis wet! Why. I’ve drowned the baby born to thee. How changed in fashion Thy passion! Who has done me this ill? (She turns away from him.) MARGARET MARGARET Thou wilt unloose my chain. But follow now! ’Tis all I beg of thee. my friend.) Ah. And still. ah. How comes it that thou dost not shrink from me?— Say. certainly?
FAUST ’Tis I! Come on!
. wipe it off! Methinks that yet There’s blood thereon. Was it not given to thee and me? Thee. And in thy lap wilt take me once again. with warmth a thousand-fold. surely.
Then close at her side my brother. then come with me!
MARGARET MARGARET MARGARET MARGARET Out yonder? No. if I could go!
FAUST Thou canst! Just will it! Open stands the door.
MARGARET MARGARET If the grave is there. no! Thou goest away! O Henry. And me a little away.Faust FAUST O. Death lying in wait. no! Thou must outlive us. let the past be past! Thy words will slay me! FAUST If thou feel’st it is I. my baby lay! Nobody else will lie beside me!— Ah. And it seems thou repellest my kiss: And yet ’tis thou. But not too very far. then come! From here to eternal rest: No further step—no. 182
. so good. so kind to see!
FAUST To freedom. But no more. That was a sweet and a gracious bliss. within thine arms to hide me. no more can I attain it! I would force myself on thee and constrain it. Now I’ll tell thee the graves to give us: Thou must begin to-morrow The work of sorrow! The best place give to my mother. I pray! And here. on my right breast.
. Over the bridge. forsaken. To the left. to bear thee forth.— I feel an icy shiver! There sits my mother upon a stone. then. She slept so long that she wakes no more. her heavy head falls o’er.Goethe MARGARET MARGARET I dare not go: there’s no hope any more. And a bad conscience sharper misery giving! It is so wretched.
MARGARET MARGARET If the mountain we had only passed! There sits my mother upon a stone. And I’d still be followed and taken! ’Tis struggling still! Save it! Save it!
FAUST Recall thy wandering will! One step. those were the days of blessing!
MARGARET MARGARET Be quick! Be quick! Save thy perishing child! Away! Follow the ridge Up by the brook. Why should I fly? They’ll still my steps waylay! It is so wretched. And her head is wagging ever. and thou art free at last!
FAUST I’ll stay with thee. while we were caressing: Ah. forced to beg my living. She slept. She beckons. where the plank is placed In the pool! Seize it in haste! ’Tis trying to rise. to be strange. Into the wood. I’ll venture. she nods not.
FAUST Here words and prayers are nothing worth.
and bound. else. the day comes. Dumb lies the world like the grave!
FAUST FAUST The day dawns: Dearest! Dearest! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (appears outside) MARGARET MARGARET Day? Yes.—the last day breaks for me! My wedding-day it was to be! Tell no one thou has been with Margaret! Woe for my garland! The chances Are over—’tis all in vain! We shall meet once again. Now over each neck has quivered The blade that is quivering over mine. I am seized. But not at the dances! The crowd is thronging. and delivered— Shoved to the block—they give the sign! Off! or you’re lost ere morn. no word is spoken: The square below And the streets overflow: The death-bell tolls. O had I ne’er been born!
MARGARET MARGARET What rises up from the threshold here? He! he! suffer him not! What does he want in this holy spot? He seeks me!
. delaying and praying! My horses are neighing: The morning twilight is near. all things for the love of thee. the wand is broken.Faust MARGARET MARGARET No—let me go! I’ll suffer no force! Grasp me not so murderously! I’ve done. Useless talking.
holy cohorts. VOICE (from above) She is saved!
MARGARET MARGARET Judgment of God! myself to thee I give. guard me. Father! rescue me! Ye angels. and thee! VOICE (from within. and from evil ward me! Henry! I shudder to think of thee. dying away) Henry! Henry! MARGARET MARGARET Thine am I.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES She is judged! 185
.Goethe FAUST Thou shalt live.
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST Hither to me! (He disappears with FAUST UST.)
MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST Come! or I’ll leave her in the lurch. Camp around.
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