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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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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
it is true. or expressed a more positive opinion in regard to it. and equally capable of all varieties of metrical expression. and assumed the coloring of each. Moreover.’” Is it necessary. The alternative modes of translation which he presents (reported by Riemer. demands of us that we transport ourselves over to him.’ says he: ‘the one requires that the author. which might not be overcome by loving labor. in a poetical work. simple realism of many passages. be brought to us in such a manner that we may regard him as our own. is the first question to be considered.1 are quite independent of his views concern1 “‘There are two maxims of translation. the plea of selecting different metres in the hope of producing a similar effect is unreasonable. . but this was undoubtedly because he felt the inadequacy of modern French to express the naive. in her “Characteristics of Goethe. was of the opinion that Faust ought to be given. No poet ever understood this question more thoroughly than Goethe himself. his mode of speaking. The value of form.—that the means furnished by the poetical affinity of the two languages had not yet been exhausted. in the manner of Clement Marot. 4 Austin. where the identical metres are possible. in French. however.—nothing remained for me but to follow him in all essential particulars.” and accepted by Mr. frequently encouraged—in the English of our day. quoted by Mrs. on the contrary. may not both these “maxims” be observed in the same translation? Goethe. from masterly examples. A comparison of seventeen English translations. Hayward). The same objection does not apply to English. that there should always be this alternative? Where the languages are kindred. There are a few archaic expressions in Faust. 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. The advantages of both are sufficiently known to all instructed persons. but no more than are still allowed—nay. the other. and his peculiarities.Faust further residence in Germany and a more careful study of both parts of Faust had satisfied me that the field was still open. and adopt his situation. of a foreign nation. in the arbitrary metres adopted by the translators. 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.
by giving up or chang5 fashion of expression: it is the form of expression absolutely required by a certain class of ideas. is very much like attempting to translate music into speech. “there are great and mysterious agencies included in the various forms of Poetry. one would become bewildered and accomplish nothing of real poetical value. when about to write a poem. Die Kunst des Deutschen Uebersetzers aus neueren Sprachen.”—Beethoven. goes so far as to say: “The metrical or rhymed modelling of a poetical work is so essentially the germ of its being.3 ing the substance. To attempt to represent Poetry in Prose. which we find given elsewhere. as the sexes in the ancient Hermaphroditus.” 3 “Goethe’s poems exercise a great sway over me.2 Poetry is not simply a 2 “You are right.” said Goethe. “All that is poetic in character should be rythmically treated! Such is my conviction. “is an unconscious result of the poetic mood. It is a language which stimulates me to composition. it would only show that the distinction between prose and poetry had been completely lost sight of. not only by their meaning. and the Shakespeare of Tieck and Schlegel—is an incontrovertible evidence of the vitality of the endeavor. the form contributes essentially to the fullness of the meaning. 1797.Goethe ing the value of form. They are as intimately blended. that. and with the same mysterious beauty. “The rhythm.’ it would really have an atrocious effect. in the clearest and most emphatic manner. and if even a sort of poetic prose should be gradually introduced.”—Eckermann.” said Goethe. If the substance of my ‘Roman Elegies’ were to be expressed in the tone and measure of Byron’s ‘Don Juan. Poetry. we might hope to construct a similar work of art before the eyes of our countrymen. rather than by giving it up. If one should stop to consider it mechanically. may be distinguished from Prose by the single circumstance. in his excellent essay. Tycho Mommsen.”—Goethe to Schiller.”—Ibid. . In Poetry which endures through its own inherent vitality. there is no forced union of these two elements. The immeasurable result which has followed works wherein the form has been retained—such as the Homer of Voss. indeed. 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. but also by their rhythm.
More than this. that I feel bound to present some considerations which the accomplished scholar seems to have overlooked. Lewes gives the following advice: “The English reader would perhaps best succeed who should first read Dr. his task is not simply mechanical: he must feel.”5 which is certainly correct of any translation wherein something of the rhythmical variety and beauty of the origi5 Mr. because Mr. Surrendering himself to the full possession of the spirit which shall speak through him.—they are tones in the harmony. and be guided by.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. simple representatives of objects and ideas: they are parts of an organic whole. Lewes purposely omits the very quality which an honest translator should exhaust his skill in endeavoring to reproduce. but lacking their felicity of words. 6 word or phrase in the English lines he quotes. as in prose.). to represent what is said in another language. Mr. Dr. while Hayward’s entirely omits the element of poetry. written in other metres. whereas the translator seeks precisely that one best word or phrase (having all the resources of his language at command). and then carefully go through Hayward’s prose translation. a secondary inspiration. A recent expression. not opinions. he receives.” and I do not wish to continue the endless discussion. Anster’s version is an almost incredible dilution of the original. He turns away from the one best 4 Life of Goethe (Book VI. we reflect what a poem Faust is. I cannot accept this illustration as valid. Lewes reaches this conclusion: “If. and that it contains almost every variety of style and metre. . therefore. which to alter is to alter the effect. also. Anster’s brilliant paraphrase. a portion of the same creative power. Mr. their grace and melody.—especially as our literature needs examples. Lewes4 justly says: “The effect of poetry is a compound of music and suggestion. this music and this suggestion are intermingled in words. it will be tolerably evident that no one unacquainted with the original can form an adequate idea of it from translation. For words in poetry are not.” He thereupon illustrates the effect of translation by changing certain well-known English stanzas into others. equivalent in meaning. carries with it so much authority.” This is singularly at variance with the view he has just expressed. however.
at least.7 6 Foreign Review. wie der Wind kommt. Mr. as the genius of our language will permit.Goethe nal is not retained. hallend. Longfellow.” is translated: “My sorrow voices itself to the strange throng. Horn—antwortet. . was long ago shown by Mr. I notice. Und schneeige Gipfel. 7 When Freiligrath can thus give us Walter Scott:— “Kommt.6 in the passages which he translated. Heine’s “Two Grenadiers. reich an Sagen. “My song sounds to the unknown multitude. as accurate a reproduction of the sense. from the Helena (Part Second).” by Dr. Goethe’s “Minstrel” and “Coptic Song. Where all the restraints of verse are flung aside. the line Mein Lied ertönt der unbekannten Menge. Hedge. Echos. 1828. Carlyle. by Freiligrath and Strodtmann. and also to the German translations of English lyrics.” by Dr.” of Uhland. both literally and rhythmically. Herr und Vasalle!” 7 I have a more serious objection. That very much of the rhythmical character may be retained in English. 8 On his second page. to urge against Mr. Hüfthorn. schnell herab. So far from having given us such a reproduction. I refer especially to such subtile and melodious lyrics as “The Castle by the Sea. hallend!” —it must be a dull ear which would be satisfied with the omission of rhythm and rhyme. Hayward not only occasionally mistakes the exact meaning of the German text. Schneller kommt Al’e!—Häuptling und Bub’ und Knapp. blas.” Other English translators. that there is no sufficient excuse for an unmetrical translation of Faust. spirit. we have so many instances of the possibility of reciprocally transferring the finest qualities of English and German poetry. we should expect. In fact. Wenn Wälder erzittern Kommt. Viel’ Lichter wehn auf blauen Seen. Hayward’s prose translation. and tone of the original.8 or Strodtmann thus reproduce Tennyson:— “Es fällt der Strahl auf Burg und Thal. in Wiederhall erschallend: Blas. Furness and many of Heine’s songs by Mr Leland. translated by Mr. and the “Silent Land” of Salis. hallend. have followed Mr. Bergab die Wasserstürze jagen! Blas. Hayward in mistaking Lied for Leid. wie die Brandung Wenn Flotten zersplittern! Schnell heran. however.
and should so choose his words as to meet their reciprocal requirements. Scene II. and the other prosaic.) is:— “Kühn is das Mühen. In German. Mr. Noble the reward— And the soldiers Are off. for the sake of illustration. and frequently presents very much the same resemblance to the original as an unhewn shaft to the fluted column.” his object being “to convey some notion of the variety of versification which forms one great charm of the poem. he very frequently selects that which has the less grace. The close of the Soldier’s Song (Part I. however. “in giving. who is not keenly sensible to the power and beauty and value of rhythm. wherever two phrases may be used to express the meaning with equal fidelity.9 9 I take but one out of numerous instances.—one poetic.” as he says. A man. in English. Herrlich der Lohn! Und die Soldaten Ziehen davon.Faust but. “a sort of rhythmical arrangement to the lyrical parts. 8 For there are few things which may not be said. in a twofold manner. . This Mr. equally. Hayward unconsciously illustrates his lack of a refined appreciation of verse. a word which in ordinary use has a bare prosaic character may receive a fairer and finer quality from its place in verse. is likely to overlook these delicate yet most necessary distinctions. The prose translator should certainly be able to feel the manifestation of this law in both languages. Splendid the pay! And the soldiers March away. strength.” Literally: Bold is the endeavor. The author’s thought is stripped of a last grace in passing through his mind. but even here Mr. or beauty. Hayward’s ear did not dictate to him the necessity of preserving the original rhythm. Hayward translates:— Bold the adventure.” A literal translation is always possible in the unrhymed passages.
Their mutual relation in the English language is well known.—while I honor him for the patient and conscientious labor he has bestowed upon his translation. until the latter has been demonstrated. The English language. of course. while the latter added the intellectual conceptions. Nevertheless. the reader unacquainted with the German language would scarcely guess what glow of color. where a nearer approach to the form of the original is impossible. the Germanic and the Romanic. what fluent grace and energy of movement have been lost in the process. once set up. It seems to me that in all discussions upon this subject the capacities of the English language have received but scanty justice. The 9 English ear is suspicious of new metres and unaccustomed forms of expression: there are critical detectives on the track of every author. and a violation of the accepted canons is followed by a summons to judgment. gratefully receive such an outline. since the former furnished chiefly the material basis. such as no other human tongue ever possessed.Goethe While. The unteachable (nevertheless learnable) profusion of its middle-tones has conferred upon it an intrinsic power of expression. The intellectual tendencies of our race have always been somewhat conservative. therefore. Its entire. through the derangement and relinquishment of its ancient laws of sound. but. From the cold bare outline thus produced. We must. I heartily recognize his lofty appreciation of Faust.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 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. thoroughly intellectual and wonderfully successful foundation and perfected development issued from a marvelous union of the two noblest tongues of Europe. we are wrong to remain content with the cheaper substitute. by and through which the greatest and most eminent poet of modern times—as con- . Thus the tendency is to contract rather than to expand the acknowledged excellences of the language. are not varied without a struggle. and its standards of literary taste or belief.—I cannot but feel that he has himself illustrated the unsoundness of his argument. what richness of changeful life.
For in richness. the style is compact. involved. Lowell’s “Fable for the Critics”: even the unrhymed iambic hexameter of the Helena occurs now and then in Milton’s Samson Agonistes. and in pure intelligence. admits many verbal liberties prohibited to prose. it is true. like the English race. With all the splendor of versification in the work. 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. and which must cast off many imperfections before it can boldly enter on its career.”— Ueber den Ursprung der Sprache. because certain affinities between the two languages have not been properly considered. The flow of Goethe’s verse is sometimes so similar to that of the corresponding English metre.Faust The difficulties in the way of a nearly literal translation of Faust in the original metres have been exaggerated. 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. while in English it is the iambic: it is true that German is rich. to a higher and broader sway in all quarters of the earth. which is divided even as we are divided. but precisely these differences are so modified in the German of Faust that there is a mutual approach of the two languages. measure. and tolerant of new combinations. while English is simple. with so delicate a bloom upon them that it can in no wise be preserved. or rhyme. has a just claim to be called a language of the world. direct. the iambic measure predominates. that not only its harmonies and caesural pauses. and it appears to be destined. There are words. may be easily retained. it contains but few metres of which the English tongue is not equally capable. I am satisfied that the difference between a translation of . the many licenses which the author allows himself are all directed towards a shorter mode of construction.—not even our German. 10 the trochaic. Hood has familiarized us with dactylic (triple) rhymes. and they are remarkably abundant and skillful in Mr. In Faust. in compact adjustment of parts. but even its punctuation. On the other hand. English metre compels the use of inversions. none of the living languages can be compared with it. and rather shy of compounds. but even such words will always lose less when they carry with them their rhythmical atmosphere.
everything runs in technical grooves.11 The feminine and dactylic rhymes. The single slight liberty I have taken with the lyrical passages is in Margaret’s song. though not so 11 “At present.—and of that labor which is successful in proportion as it is joyously performed. in 1831. false rhyme. in two or three instances. Faust is far from being a technically perfect work. and the critical gentlemen begin to wrangle whether in a rhyme an s should correspond with an s and not with sz. Since the greater part of the work is written in an irregular measure. and endeavor to say so many good things that every one would be attracted to read and remember them. I was enabled to make the translation strictly literal. I gave the preference to the former. at the same time. I would attend to the main thing. I have left a line unrhymed. . by omitting the alternate feminine rhymes. is any violation of the metrical plan. and the rhymes arranged according to the author’s will. there was an inevitable alternative of meaning or music. My own task has been cheered by the discovery.”—in which. just according to my own will or convenience—but. which have been for the most part omitted by all metrical translators except Mr. They give spirit and grace to the dialogue. and an ever-changing music to the lyrical passages. line.”—Goethe. and rhyme of the German original. that the more closely I reproduced the language of the original.Goethe Faust in prose or metre is chiefly one of labor. yet retaining the metre. although this has very nearly been accomplished. assonance. I make no apology for the imperfect rhymes. the more of its rhythmical character was transferred at the same time. If I were young and reckless enough. I have balanced the omission by giving rhymes 11 to other lines which stand unrhymed in the original text. With all its supreme qualities. The characteristic tone of many passages would be nearly lost. the lines varying from three to six feet. For the same reason. By the term “original metres” I do not mean a rigid. unyielding adherence to every foot. point to the aphoristic portions (especially in the Second Part). or order of rhyme. I would purposely offend all such technical caprices: I would use alliteration. without them. If. The English language.—“The King of Thule. which are frequently a translation as well as a necessity. now and then. If. Brooks. are indispensable. I do not consider that an occasional change in the number of feet.
B. AN GOETHE Erhabener Geist.Faust rich as the German in such rhymes. I cannot hope to have been always successful. O neige Dich zu gnädigem Erwiedern Des letzten Wiederhalls von Deinen Liedern! II Den alten Musen die bestäubten Kronen Nahmst Du. wo rege Menschengeister wohnen. The present participle can only be used to a limited extent. Und machst. is less deficient than is generally supposed. The difficulty to be overcome is one of construction rather than of the vocabulary. zu neuem Glanz. on account of its weak termination. Von jenem Streben das Du auserkoren. Zum höh’ren Schaffen bist Du neugeboren. im Geisterreich verloren! Wo immer Deine lichte Wohnung sey. Und singest dort die voll’re Litanei. verwundert. bearing constantly in mind not only the meaning of the original and the mechanical structure of the lines. Verkörpert schon das werdende Jahrhundert.T. but I have at least labored long and patiently. Die ganze Erde Dir zum Vaterland. Vom reinsten Aether. 12 . drin Du athmest frei. mit kühner Hand: Du löst die Räthsel ältester Aeonen Durch jüngeren Glauben. but also that subtile and haunting music which seems to govern rhythm instead of being governed by it. and the want of an accusative form to the noun also restricts the arrangement of words in English verse. helleren Verstand. Und Deine Jünger sehn in Dir.
Of joyous days ye bring the blissful vision.T. Die Shakspeare einst. alas! the echoes first that rang! I bring the unknown multitude my treasures. lass mich es Dir nachsingen! B. Und was Du sangst. wide through the world are scattered. labyrinthine chain. I thrill and tremble. wo so Mancher schon gefehlt? Lass Deinen Geist in meiner Stimme klingen. And. And still. First Love returns. to seize and bind ye? Still o’er my heart is that illusion thrown? Ye crowd more near! Then. They hear no longer these succeeding measures.— Die Harfe tausendstimmig frisch geschlagen. And sway me from your misty. neu vermählt. If still they live. What I possess. Their very plaudits give my heart a pang. The souls. As early to my clouded sight ye shone! Shall I attempt. And grasps me now a long-unwonted yearning For that serene and solemn Spirit-Land: My song. Sways like a harp-string by the breezes fanned.— Darf ich in fremde Klänge übertragen Das Alles. die einst Homer gewählt. like an old and half-extinct tradition. Renewed is Pain: with mournful repetition Life tracks his devious. grows real and undying. And those beside. And what I lost. Des Lebens Wiedersprüche. with Friendship in his train. The dear. shadowy zone! My bosom thrills. with all its pleasures. to whom my earliest songs I sang: Dispersed the friendly troop. familiar phantoms rise again. and left me to deplore them. tear on tear is burning. this once. I see far distant lying. be the reign assigned ye. to faint Aeolian murmurs turning. whose cheating fortune tore them From happy hours. 13 . And names the Good. ye hovering Forms! I find ye. whose joy my Song so flattered. Aller Lust und Klagen. From magic airs that round your march awaken. And the stern heart is tenderly unmanned.Goethe III Was Du gesungen. with youthful passion shaken. Again ye come.
let me know your expectation Of this. that all be fresh and new. The posts are set. Come. success revealing. puts out the fire of Song! Hide from my view the surging crowd that passes. oft-repeated urging. Its perfect stature stands at last confessed! What dazzles.— Gulps the wild Moment in its greedy breast. Squeeze onward through the narrow gate of grace: By daylight even. yet attractive too? For ’tis my pleasure-to behold them surging.— Where Love and Friendship still divinely fashion The bonds that bless. Especially since it lives and lets me live. Whom but to see. I know how one the People’s taste may flatter. and hope to be amazed. in German land! I wish the crowd to feel itself well treated. This miracle alone can work the Poet On men so various: now. they push and cram in To reach the seller’s box. in famine. with curious eyebrows raised. around a baker’s door.— Important matter. Already there. Or oft. 14 To get a ticket break their necks almost. POET Speak not to me of yonder motley masses.Faust MANAGER DRAMATIC MERRY-ANDREW MANAGER DRAMATIC POET MERRY-ANDREW MANAGER MANAGER You two. . now. in need and tribulation. the wreaths that crown his passion! Ah. the booth of boards completed. They sit sedate. And each awaits the banquet I shall give. Yet here a huge embarrassment I feel: What they’re accustomed to. is no great matter. And with tremendous. perchance. And as for bread. for the Moment spends its spirit: What’s genuine. shall Posterity inherit. who oft a helping hand Have lent. reluctant years its warrant sealing. How shall we plan. pray show it. And in its whirlpool forces us along! No.— Now failing. alas! they’ve read an awful deal. a fighting host. lead me where some heavenly silence glasses The purer joys that round the Poet throng. our enterprise. my friend. When to our booth the current sets apace. every utterance from the depths of feeling The timid lips have stammeringly expressed. But then.
Takes from the People’s moods no irritation. observe for whom you write! If one comes bored. as soon as they receive it! POET You do not feel. for any 15 MANAGER MANAGER Such a reproach not in the least offends. a Whole compactly to present? Your hearers pick and pluck. at once. Reflect.— But have a care. and they prefer to stare.Goethe MERRY-ANDREW MERRY-ANDREW Posterity! Don’t name the word to me! If I should choose to preach Posterity. . The wider circle he acquires. Where would you get contemporary fun? That men will have it. and easy to invent. Is something worth. and give us sterling coin! Let Fancy be with her attendants fitted. Reason. himself. his bit select: Who offers much. a stew. Then pluck up heart. proud and true! The botching work each fine pretender traces Is. Another. most popular of men. why. If you’ve a piece. to every one. just in pieces give it: A hash. there’s no blinking: A fine young fellow’s presence. MANAGER MANAGER Chiefly. And each goes home content with the effect. So that they gape in stupid wonder: then By sheer diffuseness you have won their graces. will bring success. Only by mass you touch the mass. Reel off a host of threads before their faces. lest Folly be omitted! Will finally. Who genially his nature can outpour. brings something unto many. satiate. believe it! ’Tis easily displayed. enough of incident prepare! They come to look. And then. and Passion join. How ill it suits the Artist. Sentiment. a principle with you. the more Securely works his inspiration. to my thinking. leaves the banquet’s tapers. soft wood is given to you for splitting. how such a trade debases. And are.— Sense. exhausted quite. What use. A man who some result intends Must use the tools that best are fitting. I perceive.
— What ails you now? Is’t suffering. ever more. A wild night on a wench’s breast another chooses: Why should you rack. worst of all. And the discordant tones of all existence In sullen jangle are together hurled. One. the half are cold. Propel the high poetic function. then. full many a wight Is fresh from reading of the daily papers. foolish bards. when the play is out. as to a masquerade. in conjunction. Seek to confound your auditory! To satisfy them is a task. they ask: Thus shall you hit the mark of gain and glory. What dreams are yours in high poetic places? You’re pleased. and with their finery. 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. aid. Without a salary their parts performing. find yourself a more obedient slave! What! shall the Poet that which Nature gave. Mere curiosity their spirits warming: The ladies with themselves. or pleasure? Whence o’er the heart his empire free? The elements of Life how conquers he? Is’t not his heart’s accord. poor. these fine forces. Who. Forfeit so wantonly. the gracious Muses? I tell you.Faust And. give but more—more. forsooth. the changeless orders of creation Divides. spun to endless distance. To wind the world in unison with him? When on the spindle. in Action’s every field? Who makes Olympus sure. POET MERRY-ANDREW MERRY-ANDREW Go. As in a love-adventure they might play! . urged outward far and dim. goes home to cards. full houses to behold? Draw near. The highest right. to swell your treasure? 16 So. requiting Desert with fame. By Nature’s listless hand the thread is twirled. Idly to us they come. and view your patrons’ faces! The half are coarse. the Gods uniting? The might of Man. as in the Bard revealed. For ends like these. supreme Humanity. and kindles into rhythmic dance? Who brings the One to join the general ordination.
They still are moved at once to weeping or to laughter. Which every valley richly bore me! I nothing had. When from the hard-won goal the wreath Beckons afar. When lovely maids. there’s interest without end. Love’s deep devotion. though few may comprehend: Where’er you touch. When. Bliss grows apace. POET Then give me back that time of pleasures. is never suited after. now that. and of truth a glimmering mite. the leaven works. For each beholds what in his bosom lurks. 17 . in fond desire. like a fount. Much error.Goethe You meet by accident. once formed. such a drama give! Grasp the exhaustless life that all men live! Each shares therein. completed ere you know! Let us. While yet in joyous growth I sang. The strength of Hate.— When. unrestrained. enjoy the show they see: A mind. ardent thirst for Truth. and yet enough for youth— Joy in Illusion. Give. then. You’re ravished quite. and then its course is jangled. then comes a touch of woe. And now in this. Sucks melancholy food from your creation. the old emotion. the crowding measures Uninterrupted gushed and sprang! Then bright mist veiled the world before me. Still wonder at your flights. behold the fairest flower Of youth collect.— O. The bliss that touched the verge of pain. Then. In motley pictures little light. with sentimental power. And by degrees your heart is tangled. Thus the best beverage is supplied. One yet in growth will ever grateful be. the race awaiting. at your play. good my friend. As I the thousand blossoms broke. you stay. give me back my youth again! MERRY ANDREW MERRY ANDREW Youth. Hang on your bosom and caress you. to hear the revelation! Each tender soul. you certainly require When foes in combat sorely press you. And there’s a neat romance. Whence all the world is cheered and edified. after dancing out your breath. you feel. In opening buds a marvel woke.
I’d have you brew. because you must.Faust You pass the night in dissipating:— But that familiar harp with soul To play. And make it firmly your possession. But might. they say. across the World. take of traps and scenes your fill. belongs to you. trees.— Squander the stars in any number. Beasts. in our booth’s contracted sphere. and all such lumber. Day and Night! Thus. And such. the while. And towards a self-erected goal To walk with many a sweet digression. you know it. water. To-morrow will not do. Waste not a day in vain digression: With resolute. And move. And we no less revere you for that reason: Age childish makes. You’ll then work on. What need to talk of Inspiration? ’Tis no companion of Delay.—with grace and bold expression. to Hell! MANAGER MANAGER The words you’ve bandied are sufficient. Fire. So. birds. aged Sirs. in Age’s season! Seize every possible impression. Upon our German stage. What’s left undone to-day. courageous trust 18 . more useful be. rocks. Let Poetry your will obey! Full well you know what here is wanting. forthwith. The circle of Creation will appear. darkness. but ’tis not true. Each tries his hand at what he will. If Poetry be your vocation.— This. ’Tis deeds that I prefer to see: In compliments you’re both proficient. We’re only genuine children still. From Heaven. be sure to show it! Use both the great and lesser heavenly light. as we deliberately impel. The crowd for strongest drink is panting. And all you find.
GABRIEL And swift. Lord. Thy messengers are praising The gentle movement of Thy Day. the spheric race partaking. And both. There flames a desolation. The angels from his visage splendid Draw power. And all Thy works. from land to sea. The splendor of the world goes round. blazing Before the Thunder’s crashing way: Yet. in wrathful energy. sublime and splendid. The lofty works. Eternal. his ancient round: His path predestined through Creation He ends with step of thunder-sound. 19 . swift.Goethe PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN PROL OLOGUE HEAVEN LORD HEAVENL VENLY THE LORD THE HEAVENLY HOST Afterwards MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP (The THREE ARCHANGELS come forward. A chain of deepest action forging Round all. whose measure none can say. Are bright as on the earliest day. THE THREE Though still by them uncomprehended.) ARCHANGELS Against the rocks’ deep bases hurled. are onward whirled! MICHAEL And rival storms abroad are surging From sea to land. uncomprehended. and swift beyond conceiving. Are bright as in Creation’s hour. RAPHAEL RAPHAEL The sun-orb sings. From these the angels draw their power. in emulation. ‘Mid brother-spheres. Day’s Eden-brightness still relieving The awful Night’s intense profound: The ocean-tides in foam are breaking.
LORD THE LORD Hast thou. he to me A long-legged grasshopper appears to be. Pardon. But for the gleam of heavenly light which Thou hast lent him: He calls it Reason—thence his power’s increased. my face Thou findest. there. this troop I cannot follow after With lofty speech. is all I’ve noted. eternally? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES No. The little god o’ the world sticks to the same old way. with ill intention? Find’st nothing right on earth. And is as whimsical as on Creation’s day. Life somewhat better might content him. now. O Lord. still bad as they can be. to stick his nose in. Among Thy menials. To be far beastlier than any beast. THE LORD LORD Know’st Faust? MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP The Doctor Faust? THE LORD LORD My servant. Of suns and worlds I’ve nothing to be quoted. And in the grass the same old ditty sings. nothing more to mention? Com’st ever. he! 20 . If Thou hadst not all merriment unlearned. Man’s misery even to pity moves my nature. Would he still lay among the grass he grows in! Each bit of dung he seeks. I’ve scarce the heart to plague the wretched creature. in manner kindest. and flying springs. Lord! I find things.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Since Thou. Saving Thy Gracious Presence. That springing flies. And heretofore to meet myself wert fain. then. thus. deign’st to approach again And ask us how we do. How men torment themselves. though by them scorned and spurned: My pathos certainly would move Thy laughter.
I much prefer the cheeks where ruddy blood is leaping. Has still an instinct of the one true way. Both flower and fruit the future years adorning? LORD THE LORD Enough! What thou hast asked is granted. And never cared to have them in my keeping. To trap him. Sees not the gardener. even while buds his tree. be downward led. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES My thanks! I find the dead no acquisition. He cannot choose but err. through obscurest aspiration. Half conscious of his frenzied. And all the Near and Far that he desireth Fails to subdue the tumult of his breast. If unto me full leave you give. And him. I soon shall lead him to a clearer morning. From Earth the highest raptures and the best. as with the cat the mouse. with thee. While Man’s desires and aspirations stir. let thy snares be planted. Gently upon my road to train him! . close my house: It goes with me. Then stand abashed. Turn off this spirit from his fountain-head. when thou art forced to say: A good man.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. LORD THE LORD As long as he on earth shall live. So long I make no prohibition. And when a corpse approaches. LORD THE LORD Though still confused his service unto Me. The fairest stars from Heaven he requireth. crazed unrest. 21 MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES What will you bet? There’s still a chance to gain him.
And what in wavering apparition gleams Fix in its place with thoughts that stand forever! 22 . seeks too soon the level. relaxing never. But ye. Whence. to hear The Ancient’s word. and must create. flagging. 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. that works eternal schemes. excites. willingly. my near relation. About my bet I feel no trepidation. The waggish knave least trouble doth create. Who works. Unqualified repose he learns to crave. and with a zest. You’ll let me triumph with a swelling breast: Dust shall he eat.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Agreed! But ’tis a short probation. Of all the bold. God’s sons in love and duty. Clasp you in bonds of love.) ARCHANGELS MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (solus) I like. according to thy merits. at times. As did a certain snake. Man’s active nature. Enjoy the rich. the ever-living Beauty! Creative Power. The like of thee have never moved My hate. (Heaven closes: the ARCHANGELS separate. the comrade him I gave. as Devil. denying Spirits. If I fulfill my expectation.
seen climb the sky So many a midnight. And rummage in empty words no more! O full and splendid Moon. Its germs. Doctors and Magisters. I do not pretend I could be a teacher To help or convert a fellow-creature. And thus the bitter task forego Of saying the things I do not know. and guides its course. poor fool! with all my lore I stand.— And even. Nor the world’s least pomp or honor hold— No dog would endure such a curst existence! Wherefore.— From end to end. I do not pretend to aught worth knowing. I’ve neither lands nor gold. Neither scruples nor doubts come now to smite me. no wiser than before: I’m Magister—yea. These ten years long. all pleasure am I foregoing. For this.— That I may detect the inmost force Which binds the world. alas! Theology. too. restless.) That knowledge cuts me to the bone. true. Nor Hell nor Devil can longer affright me. at his desk.Goethe FIRST PART OF THE TRAGEDY I NIGHT (A lofty-arched. And here.—would thy glow For the last time beheld my woe! 23 FAUST I’ve studied now Philosophy And Jurisprudence. And straight or cross-wise. I’ve led my scholars by the nose. Then. I’m cleverer. with labor keen. narrow. FAUST in a chair UST. productive powers explore. That many a secret perchance I reach Through spirit-power and spirit-speech. that nothing can be known! . Scribes and Preachers. whom I Have. from Magic I seek assistance. than those fops of teachers. Medicine.— And see. from this desk. Doctor—hight. wrong or right. with many woes. Gothic chamber.
most mournful friend. With impulse. mystic and divine. wherefore my heart Falters. To health in thy dewy fountains bathe me! Ah. Though guessed the holy symbols be: Ye. this empty brooding here. who traced this sign. oppressed with unknown needs? Why some inexplicable smart All movement of my life impedes? Alas! in living Nature’s stead. And. Which to the vaulted ceiling creep. And instruments together hurled. if you hear me. free land! And this one Book of Mystery From Nostradamus’ very hand.) Ha! what a sudden rapture leaps from this I view. And Nature’s wise instruction seek. round me stacked. Against the smoky paper thrust. With light of power my soul shall glow. freed from the fumes of lore that swathe me. on mountains grand. As when to spirits spirits speak. come—ye hover near— Oh. This drear. Was it a God. holy. through all my senses swiftly flowing! I feel a youthful. 24 Where God His human creature set.— With glasses. Spirits. In smoke and mould the fleshless dead And bones of beasts surround me yet! Fly! Up. Hemmed in by many a toppling heap Of books worm-eaten. and seek the broad. But would that I. and perceives the sign of the Macrocosm. Amid thy blessed light could stand. accursed masonry. boxes. answer me! (He opens the Book. With calm across my tumult stealing. Is’t not sufficient company? When I the starry courses know. stuffed and packed— Such is my world: and what a world! And do I ask. gray with dust. Tis vain. Float in thy twilight the meadows over. me! this dungeon still I see. vital bliss In every vein and fibre newly glowing.Faust Ever thine eye. . With spirits through mountain-caverns hover. O’er books and papers saw me bend. My troubled heart to joy unsealing. Where even the welcome daylight strains But duskly through the painted panes. Ancestral lumber.
Whereto our withered hearts aspire. around my path. and perceives the sign of the 25 Earth-Spirit. revealing? Am I a God?—so clear mine eyes! In these pure features I behold Creative Nature to my soul unfold. up! untiring. art nearer: Even now my powers are loftier. ah! a show alone. absorb.— Ye flow. hasten To bathe thy breast in morning-red!” (He contemplates the sign. Spirit of the Earth. Whereon hang Heaven’s and Earth’s desire. The woe of earth. Their golden urns reciprocally lending. 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. now first I recognize: “The spirit-world no closures fasten. 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. exhaust me: Thou must! thou must! and though my life it cost me! (He seizes the book. and mysteriously pronounces the sign of the Spirit. ye feed: and am I vainly pining? (He turns the leaves impatiently.) .Goethe The powers of Nature here. boundless Nature. ye beasts? Founts of all Being. shining. What says the sage. A ruddy flame flashes: the Spirit appears in the flame. clearer. I glow.—red. Each in the other works and lives! Like heavenly forces rising and descending. how make thee my own? Where you.) How each the Whole its substance gives. as drunk with new-made wine: New strength and heart to meet the world incite me. With wings that winnow blessing From Heaven through Earth I see them pressing. Filling the All with harmony unceasing! How grand a show! but. And though the shock of storms may smite me. Thy sense is shut. angry rays are darting Around my head!—There falls A horror from the vaulted roof. Thee. the bliss of earth. And seizes me! I feel thy presence. thy heart is dead: Disciple.) How otherwise upon me works this sign! Thou. invite me.
the Spirits. whose voice has pierced to me. My voice to hear. banded? Where art thou. Here am I!—what mean perturbation . An eternal sea. A writhing worm. a terror-stricken form? FAUST Thee. all-glowing. A shuttle free. shakes? Thy soul’s high calling. 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. To be our peer. with us. shall I then fear? Yes. I am Faust: I am thy peer! SPIRIT SPIRIT In the tides of Life. And now— FAUST Woe! I endure not thee! SPIRIT SPIRIT To view me is thine aspiration. A weaving. Thy powerful yearning moveth me. Trembles through all the depths of being. Who towards me pressed with all thine energy? He art thou. my countenance to see.Faust SPIRIT SPIRIT Who calls me? Thee. Faust. A fluctuant wave. flowing Life. seeing. And shaped and cherished—which with joy expanded. superhuman. Birth and the Grave. who. Long from my sphere thy food exacted. where? Where is the breast. form of flame. which from itself a world did bear. my presence breathing. in Action’s storm.
WAGNER Ah.) FAUST (overwhelmed) Not thee! Whom then? I. As haply now and then the case may be. when one studies thus.Goethe FAUST Thou. 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. How shall one lead it by persuasion? . ’Twas sure an old Greek tragedy you read? In such an art I crave some preparation. (Enter WAGNER in dressing-gown and night-cap. a prisoned creature. who around the wide world wendest. I’ve often heard it said. FAUST turns impatiently.) Pardon. with a comedian for a teacher. That scarce the world on holidays can see. a preacher Might learn. a lamp in GNER. his hand.— Scarce through a glass. by rare occasion. Not me! (Disappears. Thou busy Spirit. Since now it stands one in good stead. image of the Godhead! Not even like thee! (A knock). when the priest comedian is by nature. how near I feel to thee! WAGNER SPIRIT SPIRIT Thou’rt like the Spirit which thou comprehendest. I heard your declamation.
And Life. ere one travels half the course Must the poor devil quit existence. Serene in primal strength. God! but Art is long. But ne’er from heart to heart you’ll speak inspiring. the holy fount before thee. Save what from thine own soul spontaneous breaks. FAUST Seek thou the honest recompense! Beware. that after words thou yearnest? Yes. How hard it is to compass the assistance Whereby one rises to the source! And. And if thou’rt moved to speak in earnest. I feel that I am far behind. a tinkling fool to be! With little art. your discourses. You cook the scraps from others’ fare.Faust FAUST You’ll ne’er attain it. patching. monkeys’ gaze admiring. And oft. If such your taste. Where ye for men twist shredded thought like paper. Save your own heart is eloquent! Suggest their own delivery. FAUST Is parchment. Save from the soul it rises clear. You sit forever gluing. Are unrefreshing as the winds that blow The rustling leaves through chill autumnal vapor! WAGNER Ah. and be content. And from your heap of ashes hatching A starveling flame. with zeal my critic-duties meeting. ye blow it bare! Take children’s. with their glittering show. haply. then. In head and breast there’s something wrong. A draught wherefrom thy thirst forever slakes? No true refreshment can restore thee. save you know the feeling. alas! is fleeting. 28 WAGNER Yet through delivery orators succeed. compelling The hearts and minds of all who hear. What need. indeed. clear wit and sense .
up to the stars at last! Listen. Or.] WAGNER But then. and grandly. ere our times. And then. FAUST O yes. And to the mob laid bare each thought and feeling. with hearts that spurned concealing. ’tis now the dead of night.Goethe WAGNER Pardon! a great delight is granted When. Most zealously I seek for erudition: Much do I know—but to know all is my ambition. Have evermore been crucified and burned. at the best. [Exit. we have brought. This and the other question. I’ll ask. We mark how. FAUST Yes. Unwisely frank. I pray you. Friend. in Easter leisure. oftentimes. With maxims most pragmatical and hitting. in the spirit of the ages planted. though. Wherein the Ages are reflected. you miserably mar it! At the first glance who sees it runs away. how far his work. a sage has thought. a Punch-and-Judy play. Of these one covets some slight apprehension. As in the mouths of puppets are befitting! WAGNER I would have shared your watches with delight. 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. An offal-barrel and a lumber-garret. Our converse here must be suspended. at your pleasure. That so our learned talk might be extended. who thereof something really learned. So. the world—the human heart and brain! 29 . To-morrow. of the kind which men attain! Who dares the child’s true name in public mention? The few.
And yet. Christ no more found we! CHORUS CHORUS OF ANGELS Christ is ascended! Bliss hath invested him. Your messages I hear. I venture not to soar to yonder regions Whence the glad tidings hither float. We tenderly laid him: Linen to bind him Cleanlily wound we: Ah! when we would find him. Gloriously ended! FAUST Why. whose choice is To stick in shallow trash forevermore. when it finds an angle-worm. the angels ministrant Sang. not loses hope. of all earth’s sons the poorest. alone. image of the Godhead. rejoices! Dare such a human voice disturb the flow. God’s new Covenant repeating? Faithful and gracious. Ye gentle. Around me here. Which. from childhood up familiar with the note. And. here in dust. .— Woes that molested him. dullest! For thou hast torn me from that desperate state Which threatened soon to overwhelm my senses: The apparition was so giant-great. but faith has not been given. where tender natures dwell. we arrayed him. of spirit-presence fullest? And yet. who began— Deeming Eternal Truth secure in nearness— Ye choirs.— Which digs with eager hand for buried ore. powerful sounds of Heaven? Peal rather there. entice me with your spell. consoling chant. this once my thanks I owe To thee.Faust FAUST (solus) That brain. It dwarfed and withered all my soul’s pretences! I. The dearest child of Faith is Miracle. Trials that tested him. have ye begun the sweet. 30 CHORUS CHORUS OF WOMEN With spices and precious Balm. through the night of Death.
filled with mystic presage. Preaching and speeding him. 31 . Blessing. so sweet and mild! My tears gush forth: the Earth takes back her child! We. I felt a world arise for me. victoriously. the solemn way. to youth and all its sports appealing. ye hymns of Heaven. And Memory holds me now. Lovingly needing him. And while a thousand tears were burning. Burst from the vaulted Grave. Thus is the Master near. Thy bliss! CHORUS CHORUS OF ANGELS Christ is arisen. Sound on. and all-gloriously Now sits exalted? Is He. And. Master. Proclaimed the Spring’s rejoicing holiday.Goethe To Life it now renews the old allegiance. with childish feeling. desiring. his aspiring Followers. in glow of birth. Him we miss. uncomprehended yearning Drove forth my feet through woods and meadows free. succeeding Him. And prayer dissolved me in a fervent bliss. Once Heavenly Love sent down a burning kiss Upon my brow.— Thus is He here! CHORUS CHORUS OF DISCIPLES Has He. Rapture creative near? Ah! to the woe of earth Still are we native here. Back from the last. Out of Corruption’s womb: Burst ye the prison. chimed the church-bell slowly. Brotherly feeding him. Break from your gloom! Praising and pleading him. A sweet. in Sabbath silence holy. Weeping. These chants.
The finest lasses and the best of beer. to-day.) SECOND APPRENTICE But then. A FIFTH You swaggering fellow. I follow. OTHERS We’re for the Hunters’ lodge. 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. is your hide A third time itching to be tried? I won’t go there.Faust II CITY-GATE BEFORE THE CITY-GATE (Pedestrians of all kinds come forth. in yonder hollow. I should say. it’s not a pleasant way. A FOURTH FOURTH Come up to Burgdorf? There you’ll find good cheer. And jolly rows and squabbles. . your jolly rows disgust me! 32 AN APPRENTICE Go to the River Tavern.
the buxom wenches! 33 No. I’m sure.—these three are my delights.— But what is all your fun to me? SECOND STUDENT (to the First) Not quite so fast! Two others come behind. I heard him say. there! It’s really shameful.— Those.— To follow servant-girls. Quick! lest our game escape us in the press: . completely. when they Might have the most genteel society to-day! THE FIRST That’s no great luck for me. They go their way with looks demure. My neighbor’s one of them. Brother! we must see them to the benches. A girl in Sunday clothes. Brother! not for me their formal ways. A strong. a pipe that stings and bites. You’ll have him.—no! I’ll turn and go to town again. I declare. old beer. Come. when and where you wander: His partner in the dance you’ll be. I find. DAUGHTER CITIZEN’S DAUGHTER Just see those handsome fellows. But they’ll accept us. ’tis plain. A girl that takes my heart. 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. THE FIRST A STUDENT Deuce! how they step. after all. dressed so prettily and neatly.
holidays. And see and lighten my distress! Let me not vainly sing my ditty. Behold. we keep our good old fashions! OLD WOMAN (to the Citizen’s Daughter) Dear me. And what you’d like I’ll undertake to get you. how needful here your aid is. claims he. And mix things madly through and through. and war’s array. fondle and caress. more than ever. Shall be for me a harvest-day! Yes. and so young! Who wouldn’t lose his heart. When down in Turkey. there’s naught I take delight in. He’s only glad who gives away: A holiday. So. One at the window sits. here. Neighbor! that’s my notion. too: Why. our new-made Burgomaster! Since he’s installed. that met you? Don’t be so proud! I’ll hold my tongue. And sees all sorts of ships go down the river gliding: And blesses then. that shows your pity. on Sundays. let them break their heads. 34 . How has he helped the town. his arrogance grows faster. as home he wends At night. ANOTHER ANOTHER CITIZEN On Sundays.Faust The hand that wields the broom on Saturdays Will best. Like gossiping of war. far away. with glass and friends. our times of peace abiding. how fine! So handsome. let loose their passions.—what improvement names he? Obedience. I say? Things worsen. CITIZEN He suits me not at all. So red of cheek and fine of dress. The foreign people are a-fighting. And more than ever we must pay! THIRD CITIZEN BEGGAR (sings) Good gentlemen and lovely ladies.
lest there be misgiving: ’Tis true. The colors of hope to the valley cling. Splendid the pay! And the soldiers go marching. Bold is the venture. his face I can’t discover. Stormy our life is. she showed me. somehow. And weak old Winter himself must shiver. just as he were living. Calling to ruin. With several wild young blades. Agatha! I shun the witch’s sight Before folks. in crystal clear. Marching away! OTHER THE OTHER She showed me mine. Splendid the pay! Lads. Both shall be ours! Bold is the venture. But the sun will permit no white to sparkle. Such is its boon! Maidens and castles Capitulate soon. 35 FAUST AND WAGNER FAUST Released from ice are brook and river By the quickening glance of the gracious Spring. . he sends again Impotent showers of sleet that darkle In belts across the green o’ the plain. Maidens disdainful In Beauty’s array. Everywhere form in development moveth. on Saint Andrew’s Night. Withdrawn to the mountains. with lofty Ramparts and towers. He will brighten the world with the tints he loveth. SOLDIERS Castles. My future sweetheart.Goethe DAUGHTER CITIZEN’S DAUGHTER Come. ever retreating.— Calling to pleasure. I pry and peer. And yet. a soldier-lover: I seek him everywhere. let the trumpets For us be suing. a crownless king: Whence.
While over the river. ’Tis honor.Faust And. crushing streets and alleys. Their clothes are colors that softly gleam. He takes these gaudy people instead. PEASANTS. that broadly dallies. Here is the People’s proper Heaven. Since all that’s coarse provokes my enmity. their resurrection: From the low. dark rooms. How lively. themselves. flatters. From the churches’ solemn and reverend night. wreath. and red. From the bonds of Work. see! the multitude sallies. Sir Doctor. To honor the Day of the Risen Lord! They feel. would shun these shallow matters. This fiddling. The last full wherry takes the stream. In ribbons. And overladen. ten-pin rolling I hate. no whit afraid. Out of the hollow. And with his elbow punched a maid. profit. shouting. The motley throngs come forth elate: Each will the joy of the sunshine hoard. from the hill-paths blinking. even. and from this height Back on the town direct thy sight.) All for the dance the shepherd dressed. From the pressing weight of roof and gable.—dare man to be! 36 WAGNER To stroll with you. UNDER THE LINDEN-TREE (Dance and Song. blue. alone. All come forth to the cheerful light. scarce habitable. 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. yellow. And call it mirth. lacking blossoms. Scattering through gardens and fields remote. unto me. from Trade’s restriction. But I. nigh to sinking.—these noises of the throng: They rave. the dance surveying: . Here high and low contented see! Here I am Man. From the narrow. as Satan were their sports controlling. Who stood. Dances so many a festive boat. He broke the ranks. Turn thee about. gloomy gate. Yonder afar. I hear the noise of the village. and call it song! EASANTS.
Then also take the finest can. to stray. And rested. in evil days. With thanks and health to all and each. ’tis well and fitly timed. as the drops below its brink. That thus you condescend. and humbly wish That not alone your thirst is slake. to-day. 37 . Now. she turned and said: “Now. Waylaying and betraying! And yet.) PEASANT OLD PEASANT In truth. Hurrah! hurrah! Hurrah—tarara-la! And the fiddle-bow was playing. Among this crowd of merry folk. they danced to right: Their kirtles all were playing. We fill with fresh wine. he coaxed her soon aside.— Hurrah! hurrah! Hurrah—tarara-la! And hips and elbows straying.— That. And round the linden sounded wide.Goethe The buxom wench. arm in arm. So many days of life you drink! FAUST I take the cup you kindly reach. They danced to left. don’t be so familiar here! How many a one has fooled his dear. PEASANT OLD PEASANT Sir Doctor. and then grew warm. you I call a stupid-head!” Hurrah! hurrah! Hurrah—tarara-la! “Be decent while you’re staying!” Then round the circle went their flight. panting. it is good of you. (The People gather in a circle about him. for your sake: I offer it. Who heretofore. They first grew red. A highly-learned man. That now our day of joy you share.
as far as yonder stone!— Here from our wandering will we rest contented. rich in hope and firm in faith. Still many a man stands living here. and presses near to gaze. With tears. Then also you. Here.Faust Gave us so much of helping care. And all the caps are lifted high.) WAGNER With what a feeling. A little more. and succor sends! . Went into every house of pain: Many the corpses carried forth. Here. though but a youth. they stand in rows to see. I’ve lingered oft alone. Who teaches help. the dance delays. thou great man. But you in health came out again. Thou goest. whose gifts his station With such advantages endow! Thou’rt shown to all the younger generation: Each asks. That for our help he long may abide! A few more steps ascend. Saved by your father’s skillful hand. The end of that far-spreading death 38 FAUST To Him above bow down. my friends. When foolish fasts and prayers my life tormented. so skilled and tried. lost in thought. That snatched him from the fever’s rage And stayed the plague in all the land. must thou Receive the people’s honest veneration! How lucky he. I’ve striven. and they would bend the knee As if the Holy Host came by. ALL FAUST Health to the man. (He goes on with WAGNER GNER. FAUST No test or trial you evaded: A Helping God the helper aided. wrung hands and sighs. The fiddle stops.
By turns in either bridal chamber housed. in his own fashion. have passed. by all the living. Worse than the pestilence. And I must hear. as man. one needs to use. so The fortune of this hour embitter! Mark how. And none demanded: who got well? Thus we. With proved adepts in company. FAUST O happy he. that no wing can lift me from the soil. follow soaring! Then would I see eternal Evening gild . It yonder hastes. And what one knows. If then appeared. yield to such depression? A good man does his honest share In exercising. our hellish boluses compounding. as a youth? Then may his teaching cheerfully impel thee: Dost thou. Ah. And honestly. from Error’s deeps to rise forever! That which one does not know. There was a Lion red. Which through the holy spheres of Nature groped and wandered. pondered With labor whimsical. new fields of life exploring. by such despondence. beneath the evening sunlight’s glow. increase the stores of truth? Then may thine own son afterwards excel thee. Upon its track to follow. How little now I deem. But let us not. Thousands were done to death from poison of my giving. and pain: Who. And both. brooding brain. The shameless murderers praised at last! 39 WAGNER Why. with the strictest care. therefore. The green-embosomed houses glitter! The glow retreats. with colors splendid. Made. That sire or son such praises merit! My father’s was a sombre. within mine inmost spirit. done is the day of toil. The young Queen in her crystal shell. tormented then by flame unsparing. in his dusky work-shop bending. Opposing substances agree. a wooer daring. This was the medicine—the patients’ woes soon ended. who still renews The hope. Within the Lily’s tepid bath espoused. one uses never. from his recipes unending.Goethe Entreating from the Lord of Heaven! Now like contempt the crowd’s applauses seem: Couldst thou but read. Among these vales and hills surrounding. The art bequeathed to his possession! Dost thou thy father honor.
Yet in each soul is born the pleasure Of yearning onward. lost in the vaulted azure. finally. All Heaven descends. The mountain-chain. As warmer life in every limb had crowned you. at times. with all its gorges deep. from book to book! Then winter nights take loveliness untold. at best. The Day before me and the Night behind. WAGNER I’ve had. Would then no more impede my godlike motion. One soon fatigues. If there be airy spirits near. Alas! the wings that lift the mind no aid Of wings to lift the body can bequeath me. ‘Twixt Heaven and Earth on potent errands fleeing. Nor would I beg the bird his wing to spare us: How otherwise the mental raptures bear us From page to page. The silver brook to golden rivers flowing. O. some odd caprices. the weary god is sinking. as this is. never seek to know the other! Two souls. The lark sends down his flickering lay. its brother. 40 . Let them drop down the golden atmosphere. myself. And now before mine eyes expands the ocean With all its bays. Above me heaven unfurled. And over plains and lakes and islands The crane sails by to other shores. upward and away.— I hasten on.Faust The silent world beneath me glowing. One with tenacious organs holds in love And clinging lust the world in its embraces. The other strongly sweeps. Into the high ancestral spaces. the floor of waves beneath me. The new-born impulse fires my mind. alas! reside within my breast. his beams eternal drinking.— A glorious dream! though now the glories fade. on woods and fields to look. and repels. On fire each mountain-peak. with peace each valley filled. But never yet such impulse felt. this dust above. in shining sleep! Yet. and opens bright around you! FAUST One impulse art thou conscious of. When o’er our heads.— When over crags and piny highlands The poising eagle slowly soars. And when your hands unroll some parchment rare and old. And each withdraws from.
to dry and warp Your lungs. With fire on fire your throbbing forehead crowning. Swift from the North the spirit-fangs so sharp Sweep down. through corn and stubble? WAGNER Long since: yet deemed him not important in the least. I would not for the costliest stores of treasure— Not for a monarch’s robe—the gift resign. Which through the firmament diffused is faring. At night. for a poodle who has lost his master. to cure the drouth Only when meadow. because they gladly cheat us. if a magic mantle once were mine. And lisp like angels. in the twilight. with such astonished eyes? What. Then from the East they come. 41 Seest thou the black dog coursing there. his track to find. FAUST Inspect him close: for what tak’st thou the beast? WAGNER Why. let us go! ’Tis gray and dusky all: The air is cold. They gladly hearken. To waft me o’er the world at pleasure. prompt for injury. till breath and being fail you: If from the Desert sendeth them the South.Goethe And bear me forth to new and varied being! Yea.— Gladly obey. In every quarter is preparing. and with their barbéd points assail you. But. the vapors fall. The West leads on a host. when with lies they meet us. and you are drowning. And danger thousand-fold. our race to wrong. From Heaven they represent themselves to be. one learns his house to prize:— Why stand you thus. can your mind so trouble? FAUST WAGNER Invoke not thus the well-known throng. . And scents about. field.
— Your cane. at least! WAGNER ’Tis the absurdest. in doubt. round us seems to wind? A streaming trail of fire. in his master’s stead. all! WAGNER It may be that your eyes deceive you slightly. narrowing faster. 42 . approaching. and he gambols straight. around us running. and not a phantom. WAGNER I see him timidly. Stand still. if I see rightly. Follows his path of mystery. If something’s lost.Faust FAUST Seest thou the spiral circles. Naught but a plain black poodle do I see. drollest beast. two strangers doth he find. Since. and you will see him wait. Which he. follow us! Come here. Address him. here! Behold him stop—upon his belly crawl—His tail set wagging: canine habits. FAUST FAUST It seems to me that with enchanted cunning He snares our feet. some future chain to bind. Come. if in the stream you fling it. FAUST The circle narrows: he is near! WAGNER A dog thou seest. he’ll quickly bring it.
he! (They pass in the city-gate. The love of God revives again. So now I take thee into my keeping. with the poodle. field and meadow sleeping. The deeds of passion cease to chain. Yes. Within whose dread and holy keeping The better soul awakes to light.Goethe FAUST No doubt you’re right: no trace of mind. on the mountain’s crest. As thou. 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. 43 . Is by the wisest tolerated. The love of Man revives within us. up yonder. The wild desires no longer win us. prophetic night. Is in the beast: I see but drill. Be still. when he’s well educated.) Behind me. I own. thou poodle.) FAUST (Entering. I leave in deep. alone.— The clever scholar of the students. he deserves your favor thoroughly. with running and leaping Amused us hast. III STUDY THE STUDY WAGNER The dog.
like man. snarl his displeasure? But ah! I feel. Ah. that Man despises What he never comprehends. We are used to see.” I read. Lest my impatient pen proceed too fleetly. I feel impelled. Which nowhere worthier is. Then thus: “In the Beginning was the Thought” This first line let me weigh completely. Flames in the breast each faded ember. Is it the Thought which works. Then Hope again lends sweet assistance.Faust A welcome.” Here am I balked: who. Poodle. The very founts of Life. This bestial noise is out of place. prithee! Cease to bark and bellow! . more nobly sent. though will thereto be stronger. within our narrow chamber The lamp with friendly lustre glows. Snarl not. We call the Supernatural to guide us. in our New Testament. its meaning to determine. Than here. (He opens a volume. when. creates. 44 We pine and thirst for Revelation. Yet. Finding them often hard to measure: Will the dog. That I the sense may not have fairly tested.” I write. Why must the stream so soon run dry and fail us. And burning thirst again assail us? Therein I’ve borne so much probation! And yet.— With honest purpose. The sacred tones that my soul embrace. The Spirit aids me: now I see the light! “In the Beginning was the Act. And otherwise must I translate it. The hallowed Original To change to my beloved German. once for all. If by the Spirit I am truly taught. as I write. this want may be supplied us.) ’Tis written: “In the Beginning was the Word. indeed? “In the Beginning was the Power. And the Good and the Beautiful vilipends. itself that knows. If I must share my chamber with thee. a warning is suggested. the rivers of existence. And Reason then resumes her speech: One yearns. And in the heart. now can help afford? The Word?—impossible so high to rate it. Contentment flows from out my breast no longer. guest. and commences. to reach. poodle! To the sound that rises. stop that howling. but also a silent.
Quakes the old hell-lynx there. to encounter the beast. follow him not! Like the fox in a snare.— No mastery he inherits Over the Spirits. With fiery eyes. is caught! Stay without. 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. Vanish in flaming ether. The door is open. FAUST First. shine glorious! Wave. disturbing fellow I’ll no longer suffer near me. Undine. If your aid avail him. be thou hidden! Gnome. without measure. No longer guest-right I bestow. Salamander! 45 SPIRIT IRITS SPIRITS (in the corridor) Some one. Under and over. be laborious! Who knows not their sense (These elements). The Words of the Four be addressed: Salamander.— Their properties And power not sees. One of us. For he. Let it not fail him. And he’ll work himself out. Take heed—look about! .Goethe Such a noisy. teeth terrible to see: O. I fear me. dost hear me! Must leave. Back and forth hover. art free to go. within. as bidden! Sylph. Has wrought for our pleasure. now am I sure of thee! For all of thy half-hellish brood The Key of Solomon is good.
have I given him pain. The cohorts of Hell! With hair all bristling.— Lay thyself at the feet of the Master! Thou seest. expand! It fills the space entire. See it. it seems. Hell’s fugitive stray-one? The sign witness now. Undine! Shine in meteor-sheen. and finish thus! Of the Four. an elephant. and grins disdain: Not yet. 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. Quiet he lies. Before which they bow. Named inexpressibly. steps forth from behind the stove.) Why such a noise? What are my lord’s commands? FAUST This was the poodle’s real core. A travelling scholar. my gay one. 46 Pierced irredressibly! Behind the stove still banned. hearest thou? Knowest and fearest thou The One.Faust Flow foamingly together. then? The casus is diverting. Now. to undisguise thee. it begins to swell. ever faster. Sylph! Bring help to hearth and shelf. unoriginate. Mist-like melting. Hear me exorcise thee! Art thou. in the costume of a Travelling Scholar. Base Being. Through all Heaven impermeate. . no feature Lurks in the creature. Incubus! Incubus! Step forward. ’Tis enough: ascend no higher.
— That is my proper element.—aught with Evil blent. it seems. Whereby the nature usually is expressed. Destroyer. For one whose mind the Word so much despises. Clearly the latter it implies In names like Beelzebub.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The learned gentleman I bow before: You’ve made me roundly sweat. scorning all external gleams. deserve to be destroyed: ‘Twere better. FAUST What is thy name? FAUST What hidden sense in this enigma lies? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES A question small. then. all which you as Sin have rated. Thus. Father of Lies. were naught created. Who art thou. The depths of being only prizes. then? 47 FAUST Thou nam’st thyself a part. Which always wills the Bad. not understood. Who. FAUST With all you gentlemen. the name’s a test. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I am the Spirit that Denies! And justly so: for all things. yet show’st complete to me? . and always works the Good.— Destruction. that’s certain! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Part of that Power. from the Void Called forth.
human brood. Whose wicked clench is all in vain! Some other labor seek thou rather. . tempest. that microcosmic fool. such things beholding: From Water. why. Queer Son of Chaos. and Air unfolding.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The modest truth I speak to thee. Part of the Part am I. can see Himself a whole so frequently. Not been by me disturbed or shaken: From earthquake. In dry. And claims of Mother Night her ancient place. in having that to play with? How many have I made away with! And ever circulates a newer. I hope. it dies! That which to Naught is in resistance set. in cold disdain You now oppose the fist infernal. volcano’s brand. With all that I have undertaken. A thousand germs break forth and grow. and chilly. and warm. By bodies is its course impeded. wave. It makes me furious. to begin! 48 MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP And truly ’tis not much. and wet. The haughty Light. And hast on smaller scale begun. There’s nothing special of my own to show! FAUST FAUST I see the plan thou art pursuing: Thou canst not compass general ruin. when all is done. unto bodies cleaves: It flows from bodies.—has yet. in primal Night. the struggle fails. really. If Man. Earth. fettered. once All. bodies beautifies. So. Back into quiet settle sea and land! And that damned stuff. which now disputes the space. howe’er it weaves.— Part of the Darkness which brought forth the Light. And so. And had I not the Flame reserved. fresher blood. but little time is needed. to the actively eternal Creative force.— What use. Still. And yet. since Light. the bestial. as the bodies die.— The Something of this clumsy world. ere.
we’ll consider: thou canst gather My views.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Well. has fairly hit it! And thus. 49 . 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. tell me now. you behold.—Chance. Though our acquaintance is so recent. I don’t perceive. FAUST Why thou shouldst ask. Is open left—the lines don’t fit it. The outer angle. But other aspects now obtain: The Devil can’t get out again. depart at present? If that prevents. FAUST Well. perhaps. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The poodle naught remarked. that on your threshold made is. Might I. the door is yonder. For further visits thou hast leave. as after thee he speeded. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I must confess that forth I may not wander. when next I venture in. also. you may see. thou Son of Hades. thou’rt prisoner to me? It seems the business has succeeded. FAUST The pentagram prohibits thee? Why. The window’s here. this time.— The wizard’s-foot. A chimney. My steps by one slight obstacle controlled.
Faust FAUST Try. also I’m content to stay. MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES All that is promised shall delight thee purely. But this is not of swift conclusion. mayst question and compel me. No skinflint bargain shalt thou see. Some pleasant news. Who traps the Devil. hold him fast! Not soon a second time he’ll catch a prey so precious. 50 An’t please thee. Then thou. at least. we’re governed by the second.—surely? FAUST I have not snares around thee cast. FAUST In Hell itself. the open window-pane! FAUST One moment more I ask thee to remain. then. to tell me. there also they withdraw. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES For Devils and for spectres this is law: Where they have entered in. at will. Thyself hast led thyself into the meshes. then. But stipulating. The first is free to us. that I may With arts of mine afford thee recreation. We’ll talk about the matter soon. And now. now! I soon shall come again. . Release me. I do entreat this boon— Leave to withdraw from my intrusion. And serve thee in a social station. laws are reckoned? That’s well! So might a compact be Made with you gentlemen—and binding.
More in this hour to soothe thy senses. that is dashing 51 MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES My friend. in going. Thy palate then with taste delighted. in seclusion. Heaven’s own children In beauty bewildering. . The lovely pictures they shall bring thee. That which the dainty spirits sing thee. out-flowing. ye darking Arches above him! Loveliest weather. Where. Born of blue ether. Cover. Longing unending Follows them over. the charm I spin: We’re here together. Thy nerves of touch ecstatic glow! All unprepared. Pass as they hover. They. past all pretences. Waveringly bending. Thy scent will be to bliss invited. with their glowing Garments. If the diversion pleasant be. Are more than magic’s empty show. thou’lt win. Lovers are plighted. Lost in illusion.Goethe FAUST Thereto I willingly agree. or Flow into rivers Of foaming and flashing Wine. Landscape and bower. so begin! SPIRIT IRITS SPIRITS Vanish. Tranquiller-hearted Suns are on high. Break from the sky! O that the darkling Clouds had departed! Starlight is sparkling. Bower on bower! Tendrils unblighted! Lo! in a shower Grapes that o’ercluster Gush into must. Than in the year’s monotony.
— All for the distant 52 Star of existent Rapture and Love! MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP He sleeps! Enough. at once! The point which made me craven Is forward. Dipping and rising Light on the water! Hark. that flatter. I use no lengthened invocation: Here rustles one that soon will work my liberation. The Devil needs a rat’s quick tooth. Some of them scaling Boldly the highlands.— Not yet art thou the man. Life-ward all hieing.Faust Gems. Blossoming forelands. Others are sailing. And spreading. with just a morsel Of oil. the inspiring Sound of their quiring! See. Another bite makes free the door: So. To gnaw it where. Summons thee hither to the door-sill. Circling the islands. the entrancing Whirl of their dancing! All in the air are Freer and fairer. In happy embraces. hopping on to me! To work. until we meet once more! . on the ledge. and fly onward— Fly ever sunward To the enticing Islands. ye fays! your airy number Have sung him truly into slumber: For this performance I your debtor prove. he paints the spot for thee:— There com’st thou. Emerald shore-lands! And the winged races Drink. Others are flying. frogs and lice. surroundeth With crystalline spaces. The lord of rats and eke of mice. engraven. to catch the Fiend and hold him!— With fairest images of dreams infold him. O Faust. as it boundeth Down the high places. Of flies and bed-bugs. dream thy dreams. for the threshold’s magic which controlled him. Plunge him in seas of sweet untruth! Yet.
But that a dream the Devil counterfeited. And that a poodle ran away? IV STUDY THE STUDY 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. 53 .
— And I advise thee. Upon the verge of bitter weeping. A tall cock’s-feather in my hat. With grinning masks of life prevent My mind its fairest work to finish! Then. But some wild dream is sent to fray me. A cloak in silken lustre swimming. to be without desire. 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. thy vapors to dispel. too. also. with golden trimming. 54 . The God that in my breast is owned Can deeply stir the inner sources. a squire of high degree. our whole life long. from this den released. That. For now. A long. Death is desired. So. To no one hope of mine—not one—its promise keeping:— That even each joy’s presentiment With wilful cavil would diminish. brief and flat. Too old am I to play with passion. I come. by the burden of my days oppressed. whatever my attire. hoarsely sings. Each hour.Faust FAUST Come in. He cannot change external forces. comes no rest to me. above my powers enthroned. how anxiously Upon my couch of sleep I lay me: There.— That unrelieved. In scarlet coat. when night descends. I hope we’ll suit each other well. in passing. Would pain me in its wonted fashion. sharp sword for show or quarrel. To see the day of disappointment break. Too young. In very terror I at morn awake. and Life a thing unblest! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Thus thou pleasest me. To don the self-same gay apparel. The God. Life be at last revealed to thee! FAUST This life of earth. and free.
. Ravished and rapt from life. He lays for us the pillows straight! 55 MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES And yet. for whom. all that flatters as possession. And sweet. indulgent leisures. As wife and child. as knave and plow! Cursed Mammon be. when victory glances.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES And yet is never Death a wholly welcome guest. FAUST Eavesdropping. retrieving My thoughts from torment. Yet now I curse whate’er entices And snares the soul with visions vain. when he with treasures To restless action spurs our fate! Cursed when. With dazzling cheats and dear devices Confines it in this cave of pain! Cursed be. and fame. The bloody laurels on the brow he bindeth! Whom. had sunken! FAUST Though some familiar tone. before that spirit-power. yet much is known to me. and laurelled brow! Cursed. 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. clear echoes came. after rapid. A certain liquid was not drunken. deceiving A faith bequeathed from Childhood’s dawn. for soft. In clasping maiden-arms he findeth! O would that I. by some one. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Omniscient am I not. ha! thy pleasure seems to be. in that nightly hour. maddening dances. led me on. FAUST O fortunate. at once.
With powerful fist: In ruin ’tis hurled.— The highest favor Love lets fall! Cursed.— Will willingly walk beside thee. Out of this lonely life That of senses and sap has betrayed thee. The beautiful world. With clearer sense.— Will serve thee at once and forever With best endeavor. also. By the blow of a demigod shattered! The scattered Fragments into the Void we carry. Hear them. to deeds and passion Counsel in shrewd old-fashion! Into the world of strife. with thee abide.Faust Cursed be the vine’s transcendent nectar. In thine own bosom build it anew! Bid the new career Commence. Will as servant. But ’tis not meant to thrust Thee into the mob thou hatest! I am not one of the greatest. like a vulture. feeds upon thy breast! The worst society thou find’st will show thee Thou art a man among the rest. That. Hope!—cursed Faith. 56 CHORUS SPIRIT IRITS CHORUS OF SPIRITS (invisible) Woe! woe! Thou hast it destroyed. Deploring The beauty perished beyond restoring. slave. wilt thou to me entrust Thy steps through life. And the new songs of cheer . They would persuade thee. This nursing of the pain forego thee. Yet. Brightlier Build it again. Mightier For the children of men. the spectre! And cursed be Patience most of all! Be sung thereto! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES These are the small dependants Who give me attendance. And. if thou art satisfied. I’ll guide thee.
And is not apt. 57 . poor Devil. FAUST No—no! The Devil is an egotist. an unwearied slave. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES In this sense. The other. Yon sun beholds my sorrows in his courses. Come. I’ll wear thy tether. Then shalt thou do the same for me. And to thine every nod obedient be: When There again we come together. without a why or wherefore. on this earth. give me whatsoever? When was a human soul.” others to assist. Here. its place may fill. Or.Goethe FAUST And what shall be my counter-service therefor? FAUST The There my scruples naught increases. in its supreme endeavor. When thou hast dashed this world to pieces. And when from these my life itself divorces. And thou mine arts with joy shalt see: What no man ever saw. FAUST Canst thou. even. I fear. A High and Low our souls await. Let happen all that can or will! I’ll hear no more: ’tis vain to ponder If there we cherish love or hate. I’ll give to thee. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The time is long: thou need’st not now insist. Speak thy conditions plain and clear! With such a servant danger comes. in the spheres we dream of yonder. canst thou venture. “For God’s sake. then. MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Here. my pleasures have their sources. bind thyself by prompt indenture.
one’s fingers through.— 58 MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Consider well: my memory good is rated.— Show me the fruits that. my record end! Canst thou with lying flattery rule me. quicksilver-like. good my friend. self-pleased.Faust E’er understood by such as thou? Yet. hast thou food which never satiates. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Done! FAUST And heartily! When thus I hail the Moment flying: “Ah. That runs.— The restless. Then Time be finished unto me! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Such a demand alarms me not: Such treasures have I. There let. rot. ruddy gold hast thou. But still the time may reach us. FAUST When on an idler’s bed I stretch myself in quiet. ere they’re gathered. still delay—thou art so fair!” Then bind me in thy bonds undying. Let that day be the last for me! The bet I offer. The meteor that a moment dances. Until. and can show them. My final ruin then declare! Then let the death-bell chime the token.— A game whose winnings no man ever knew. When peace we crave and more luxurious diet. And Honor’s godlike zest. And trees that daily with new leafage clothe them! Canst thou with rich enjoyment fool me. now. at once. the hand be broken. myself I see. Then art thou from thy service free! The clock may stop. even from my breast.— A maid that. . Beckons my neighbor with her wanton glances.
whate’er I do— If thine. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Why heat thyself. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Then at the Doctors’-banquet I. paper. writ and stamped with care. So let us by the farce abide. And wax and leather keep the lordship then. marble. Pedant. With eloquence exaggerated? Each leaf for such a pact is good. to-day. or chisel. clay? The terms with graver. quill. A spectre is. thus instantly. And to subscribe thy name thou’lt take a drop of blood. that what I speak to-day Shall stand. stated? I freely leave the choice to thee. with all my future days agreeing? In all its tides sweeps not the world away. And shall a promise bind my being? Yet this delusion in our hearts we bear: Who would himself therefrom deliver? Blest he. say?— Brass. nor proved his word’s intent? Is’t not enough.Goethe FAUST Thou hast a perfect right thereto. Will as a servant wait behind thee. But one thing more! Beyond all risk to bind thee. a document? Hast never known a man. . The word. Give me a line or two. FAUST Demand’st thou. What wilt from me. I pray. Base Spirit. parchment. alas! dies even in the pen. whose bosom Truth makes pure and fair! 59 FAUST If thou therewith art fully satisfied. too. Nathless a parchment. or whose? ’tis needless to debate it. My powers I have not rashly estimated: A slave am I. No sacrifice shall he repent of ever. which all to shun endeavor.
My proper place is thy estate: The Mighty Spirit deigns me no reply. henceforth. and show no timid balking. Enamored hate. I have myself inflated all too high. Alternately follow. Shall not. my own sole self to all their selves expanded. from any pang be wrested. at last. I take the wildering whirl. enjoyment’s keenest pain. shall with them all be stranded! MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Believe me. 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. who for many a thousand year . My bosom. And worry and success. Shall heap upon itself their bliss and sorrow. And Nature shuts on me her gate. no term is set. May it agree with you. The thread of Thought at last is broken. Or snatch a rapid bliss in flying. And all of life for all mankind created Shall be within mine inmost being tested: The highest. And thus. of its thirst for knowledge sated. And knowledge brings disgust unspoken. I too. what you get! Only fall to.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Blood is a juice of rarest quality. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES For you no bound. as best they can: Restless activity proves the man! 60 FAUST But thou hast heard. Let us the sensual deeps explore. exhilarant disdain. ’tis not of joy we’re talking. In the rush and roll of Circumstance! Then may delight and distress. lowest forms my soul shall borrow. Whether you everywhere be trying. 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.
That from the cradle to the bier No man the ancient leaven has digested! Trust one of us. out of sight. Of the qualities of his creation. And thou remainest—what thou art. but I will! FAUST What am I. FAUST Nay.Goethe The same tough meat have chewed and tested. The North’s firm fortitude! Let him find for thee the secret tether That binds the Noble and Mean together. on the whole. Set wigs of million curls upon thy head. league thyself with a poet. the time is fleeting. myself. And teach thy pulses of youth and pleasure To love by rule. then. Then wear the crown. . But us he thrusts in darkness. Then let thyself be taught. to raise thee. and hate by measure! I’d like. such a one to see: Sir Microcosm his name should be.— The courage of the lion’s breed. And you he dowers with Day and Night. say I! Go. if ’tis denied my part The crown of all humanity to win me. Give the rein to his imagination. The Italian’s fiery blood. this Whole supernal Is made but for a God’s delight! He dwells in splendor single and eternal. Wear shoes an ell in height. thou’rt—what thou art. 61 MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Why.—the truth betrays thee. and show it. The wild stag’s speed. Whereto yearns every sense within me? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES A good reply! One only fear still needs repeating: The art is long.
completest man of all.Faust FAUST I feel. FAUST Then how shall we begin? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Good Sir. And if I now sit down in restful leisure. And plunge into the world with zest! I say to thee. that I have made the treasure Of human thought and knowledge mine. hither steering. Before the joys of life shall pall. indeed. I ask. in the end Thou dar’st not tell the youngsters—never! I hear one’s footsteps. As though my legs were four-and-twenty. FAUST To see him now I have no heart. truly— And head and virile forces—thine: Yet all that I indulge in newly. Nor nearer. 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. then! let reflection rest. Are not their forces also lent me? I speed along. That round and round some fiend misleads to evil plight. Is’t thence less wholly mine? If I’ve six stallions in my stall. more wisely. No fount of newer strength is in my brain: I am no hair’s-breadth more in height. to the Infinite. Why. Is like a beast on moorlands lean. is’t even prudence. a speculative wight 62 MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES We’ll try a wider sphere. We must arrange them now. Take hold. . Zounds! Both hands and feet are. you see the facts precisely As they are seen by each and all. While all about lie pastures fresh and green. What place of martyrdom is here! Is’t life.
And come. To greet and know the man of fame. but never lave him: Refreshment shall his lips in vain implore— Had he not made himself the Devil’s. untrammelled spirit gave him. devoted and sincere. ever must endure. (He disguises himself. will befriend me. The dream of drink shall mock. chilling.) UST’S Reason and Knowledge only thou despise. onwards. For our fine trip. Dragged through the wildest life. as others be. And I shall have thee fast and sure!— Fate such a bold. meanwhile. elsewhere begun? . Thy cap and mantle straightway lend me! I’ll play the comedy with art. perchance. He must not unconsoled depart. Have you.) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Your courtesy doth flatter me: You see a man. naught could save him. Whom men to me with reverence name.] STUDENT MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (In FAUST ’S long mantle. 63 A short time. But fifteen minutes’ time is all I need. be certain. checking. Still were he lost forevermore! (A STUDENT enters. so deprave him That. prepare thyself with speed! [Exit FAUST UST. The highest strength in man that lies! Let but the Lying Spirit bind thee With magic works and shows that blind thee. Whose over-hasty impulse drave him Past earthly joys he might secure. to his hot. only. As forwards.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES So long the poor boy waits a hearing.) My wits. insatiate sense. Through flat and stale indifference. will I enslave him. With struggling. am I here.
the proper means to gain them. MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP STUDENT Then you have reached the right place now. STUDENT I’d like to leave it. reluctant. I must avow. and thinking leave me. Thou’lt find each day a greater rapture bringing. I pray. STUDENT I crave the highest erudition. Tis all so cramped and close and mean. takes its food. But knowledge worth having I fain would get me. at the breasts of Wisdom clinging. One sees no tree. no glimpse of green. I’ll hang thereon with joy. as one Who comes to you with courage good. Seeing. before you further speak. hearing. pray.Faust STUDENT Receive me now. Thus. And when the lecture-halls receive me. and healthy blood: My mother was hardly willing to let me. 64 . MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Explain. So from its mother’s breasts a child At first. I find these walls. and freely drain them. The special faculty you seek. And fain would make my acquisition All that there is in Earth and Heaven. But soon to seek them is beguiled. these vaulted spaces Are anything but pleasant places. Somewhat of cash. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES All that depends on habitude. But tell me.
— That one. He who would study organic existence. There will your mind be drilled and braced. Then the parts in his hand he may hold and class. Days will be spent to bid you know. First. ‘Twill plod along the path of thought. The scholars are everywhere believers. then The third and fourth had never been. Friend (my views to briefly sum). the collegium logicum. truly. three! thereto belong. Unseen the threads are knit together. Like eating and drinking. Where fly the shuttles hither and thither. And an infinite combination grows. STUDENT Body and soul thereon I’ll wreak. As if in Spanish boots ‘twere laced. First drives out the soul with rigid persistence. I’ve some inclination On summer holidays to seek A little freedom and recreation. A will-o’-the-wisp in murky air. alas! Encheiresin natures. free and strong. Where a thousand threads one treadle throws. . no otherwise it could have been: The first was so. Yet. Instead of shooting here and there. two. Nor knows how herself she banters and blames! 65 MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Here is the genuine path for you. Were not the first and second. And thus. the second so. But never succeed in being weavers. Then. What once you did at a single blow. But time through order may be won. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Use well your time! It flies so swiftly from us. the philosopher steps in And shows. Therefore the third and fourth are so. Yet strict attention must be given. But the spiritual link is lost. this Chemistry names. So. to graver paces brought. I promise. Truly the fabric of mental fleece Resembles a weaver’s masterpiece.Goethe In Nature and in Science too.
STUDENT STUDENT I feel as stupid.Faust STUDENT I cannot understand you quite. Five hours a day. As did the Holy Ghost dictate to thee! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Your mind will shortly be set aright. One carries home and then goes through it. But first. 66 Yet choose thyself a faculty! STUDENT I cannot reconcile myself to Jurisprudence. To order rigidly adhere. As if a mill-wheel whirled in my head! No need to tell me twice to do it! I think. how useful ’tis to write. So you can better watch. from all you’ve said. For what one has. at least this half a year. and look That naught is said but what is in the book: Yet in thy writing as unwearied be. To classify them for your using. in black and white. be on hand! Prepare beforehand for your part With paragraphs all got by heart. all things reducing. you understand. . 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. When you have learned. And when the clock strikes. you’ll find For what goes in—or won’t go in—your mind.
And simply take your master’s words for truth. as regards this science.— From generation unto generation fitted. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES STUDENT My own disgust is strengthened by your speech: O lucky he. So like the medicine. whom you shall teach! I’ve almost for Theology decided. in sooth. STUDENT Yet in the word must some idea be. Hear. ours in verity. There’s so much secret poison lurking in ‘t. On words ’tis excellent believing. This to consider. . one alone. it baffles your detection. For just where fails the comprehension. Beneficence a worry: Thou art a grandchild. No word can ever lose a jot from thieving. 67 STUDENT Pardon! With many questions I detain you. Systems to words ’tis easy suiting. let me hint ’Tis very hard to shun the false direction. for that is best. alas! no hurry. All rights and laws are still transmitted Like an eternal sickness of the race. On words let your attention centre! Then through the safest gate you’ll enter The temple-halls of Certainty. therefore woe to thee! The right born with us. therefore. there’s. Reason becomes a sham. HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES I should not wish to see you here misguided: For.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Nor can I therefore greatly blame you students: I know what science this has come to be. And shifted round from place to place. Of course! But only shun too over-sharp a tension. With words ’tis excellent disputing. A word steps promptly in as deputy.
Three years is but a little space. Of Medicine I still would fain Hear one strong word that might explain you. Just as God will! In vain that through the realms of science you may drift. You’ll always have them at your feet. If you but in yourself confide. ’tis not to be denied. now! The How and Where. To let it go at last. And green alone Life’s golden tree. Then. Have all one source. And. In thousand tones. At once confide all others in you. and fully. for years another pleads. God! who can the field embrace? If one some index could be shown. A title first must draw and interest them. . to see If tightly laced her corsets be. so please ye. with burning sidelong glances. And then. one mode of healing. you are free to touch and test them. 68 STUDENT That’s better. as a greeting. While.— Must play the Devil again. ‘Twere easier groping forward. HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES My worthy friend. gray are all theories. And if your acts are half discreet. Well-made you are. one sees. thus to do. To lead the women. truly. (Aloud) To grasp the spirit of Medicine is easy: Learn of the great and little world your fill. You clasp the swelling hips. He is the proper man. The rest a bold address will win you.Faust Yet must I trouble you again. And show that yours all other arts exceeds. learn the special feeling! Their everlasting aches and groans. MEPHISTOPHELES (aside) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP I’m tired enough of this dry tone. Each one learns only—just what learn he can: Yet he who grasps the Moment’s gift. You press and count the pulse’s dances.
Goethe STUDENT I swear to you. Shalt thou sponge through the term beginning! 69 . whither shall we go? MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Assuredly.) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES As best it pleases thee. The little world. to what extent I may. we’ll see. what profit winning. and withdraws) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Most willingly. (Closes the book with reverence. and returns the book. ’tis like a dream to me.) F I cannot really go away: Allow me that my album first I reach you. scientes bonum et malum. To hear your wisdom thoroughly expounded? STUDENT (reads) Eritis sicut Deus. and then the great. with trust unbounded. Might I again presume. Follow the ancient text. I beseech you! FAUST Now.— Grant me this favor. thou’lt yet be a sorry example! STUDENT (FAUST enters. With what delight. (He writes. and the snake thou wast ordered to trample! With all thy likeness to God.
The attempt. if we’re light. And. But only. thou hast the art of living! FAUST How shall we leave the house. which I shall soon prepare us. A little burning air. thou soon shalt lose all such misgiving: Be thou but self-possessed. Both ease and grace will fail me there. I feel so small before others. coach and horses? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES We’ll spread this cloak with proper art. Be sure to have thy luggage light. and thence Should always find embarrassments. we’ll travel swift and clear: I gratulate thee on thy new career! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES My friend. and start? Where hast thou servant. were a futile strife. I never could learn the ways of life. on so bold a flight. indeed.Faust FAUST Yet with the flowing beard I wear. Then through the air direct our courses. 70 . Above the earth will nimbly bear us.
the fearful bellow! Bring cotton. from you we nothing see. BRANDER Twice a swine! FROSCH FROSCH You wanted them: I’ve given you mine. quick! He’s split my ears. SIEBEL Turn out who quarrels—out the door! With open throat sing chorus. 71 . One first perceives the bass is deep and strong.) There’s both together! SIEBEL When the vault echoes to the song. so tame. I’m thinking. ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Woe’s me. FROSCH FROSCH (Pours a glass of wine over BRANDER’S head. To-day you’re like wet straw.Goethe V 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. No beastliness and no stupidity. that fellow. drink and roar! Up! holla! ho! BRANDER Now that’s your fault. And usually you’re all aflame.
tara. and elevate the man. each morning. soar up. I hope. therefore. That I nor Chancellor nor Kaiser be. lara da! And so we’ll choose ourselves a Pope.) A nasty song! Fie! a political song— A most offensive song! Thank God. That you have not the Roman realm to care for! At least. 72 Draw the latch! the darkness makes: Draw the latch! the lover wakes. commence! (Sings. greet my sweetheart not! I tell you. lara. . I hold it so much gain for me. You know the quality that can Decide the choice.) The dear old holy Roman realm. Dame Nightingale! Ten thousand times my sweetheart hail! FROSCH FROSCH The throats are tuned. Yet also we must have a ruling head.Faust FROSCH FROSCH Well said! and out with him that takes the least offence! Ah. FROSCH FROSCH (sings) ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Ah. Shut the latch! the morning breaks. da! Soar up. FROSCH FROSCH My sweetheart greet and kiss! I dare you to prevent it! BRANDER (Sings. I’ll resent it. tara. How does it hold together? SIEBEL No.
Where four roads cross. and praise. he ran about.Goethe SIEBEL Yes. CHORUS CHORUS . 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. I know how to live. The cook laid poison cunningly. and brag of her! I’ll wait my proper time for laughter: Me by the nose she led. when meeting. And soon enough the poor beast had. But nothing cured his raving. from Blocksberg coming home. Greet her? Not I: unless. with torment mad. To smash her windows be a greeting! There was a rat in the cellar-nest. And then as sore oppressed was he As if he had love in his bosom. and now she’ll lead you after. in wanton play to meet her: An old he-goat. Must something fresh for their advantage give. my strain.) As if he had love in his bosom! 73 He ran around. Take heed! ’Tis of the latest cut. sing on. sing away. as suits their quality. Enamored persons here have we. And all strike in at each refrain! (He sings. Whom fat and butter made smoother: He had a paunch beneath his vest Like that of Doctor Luther. CHORUS CHORUS (shouting) As if he had love in his bosom! BRANDER BRANDER (pounding on the table) Attention! Hearken now to me! Confess. And I. He gnawed and scratched the house throughout. Sirs. Her paramour should be an ugly gnome. His thirst in puddles laving. As if he had love in his bosom. He whirled and jumped.
In the last convulsion twitching. and ease to suit them. each day’s a holiday: With little wit. for the folk. SIEBEL How the dull fools enjoy the matter! To me it is a proper art Poison for such poor rats to scatter. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP FAUST AND MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES CHORUS CHORUS As if he had love in his bosom! Before all else. “As if he had love in his bosom!” ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER The bald-pate pot-belly I have noted: Misfortune tames him by degrees. and squirming lay. So long the host may credit give. 74 . Here. He ran into the kitchen. BRANDER BRANDER Perhaps you’ll warmly take their part? The fact is easy to unravel.Faust BRANDER And driven at last. circling trails. Fell on the hearth. They whirl in narrow. in open day.” said she. I bring thee hither Where boon companions meet together. Like kittens playing with their tails? And if no headache persecute them. Then laughed the murderess in her glee: “Ha! ha! he’s at his last gasp. To let thee see how smooth life runs away. For in the rat by poison bloated His own most natural form he sees. They merrily and careless live.
ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Perhaps. (Murmurs. they’ve just returned from travel: A single hour they’ve not been here. with cleverness. They’re of a noble house. upon a revel. 75 . And then. how it refines its people! Look out. I’ll worm their secret out. that’s very clear: Haughty and discontented they appear.Goethe Their air’s so odd. should you guess? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST Not if he had them by the neck. FROSCH FROSCH FROSCH FROSCH You’ve verily hit the truth! Leipzig to me is dear: Paris in miniature. I’m thinking. inspecting MEPHISTOPHELES from the side.) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP In one foot is the fellow lame? BRANDER They’re mountebanks. I’ll smoke them now! SIEBEL Who are the strangers. Would e’er these people scent the Devil! FROSCH FROSCH Let me alone! I’ll set them first to drinking. gentlemen! SIEBEL Our thanks: we give the same. FAUST Fair greeting. I vow. as one a child’s tooth draws.
we heard the sound Of well-trained voices. without a call. a virtuoso? (He bows to FROSCH FROSCH OSCH. which one seeks vainly here. At our last interview.) 76 . before we parted Much of his cousins did he speak. singing chorus. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES We passed. A knave sharp-set! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES If I am right. perhaps.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Is it permitted that we share your leisure? In place of cheering drink. 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. ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER (aside) You have it now! he understands. to-day. song must here rebound Superbly from the arches o’er us. And truly. entreating That we should give to each his kindly greeting. FROSCH FROSCH Are you. Your company shall give us pleasure. SIEBEL ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER A most fastidious person you appear.
and slumber. a number. The tailor came straightway: Here. as his head is dear.) 77 BRANDER But mind. Spain. He called his man of stitches. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (sings) There was a king once reigning. sew and shear. FROSCH FROSCH ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Give us a song! Hear. hear! A flea! D’ye rightly take the jest? I call a flea a tidy guest. I say! SIEBEL So that it be a bran-new strain! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES We’ve just retraced our way from. And loved him past explaining. To most exactly measure. Who had a big black flea— MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES If you desire. measure the lad for breeches. allow the tailor no caprices: Enjoin upon him. The lovely land of wine. Who had a big black flea. and song. (Sings. As his own son were he. my power is only so-so. . And measure his coat.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES O no! my wish is great. There was a king once reigning.
awake and in bed. The queen she got them upon her. A minister’s star and name. 78 I fain would drink with you. 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. He had the first of stations. A cross upon his breast. whene’er they bite! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES In silk and velvet gleaming He now was wholly drest— Had a coat with ribbons streaming.Faust So that the breeches have no creases! At once. whene’er they bite. And they did not dare to brush them. Or scratch them. If ‘twere a better wine that here I see you drinking. The maids were bitten and bled. day or night: We crack them and we crush them. At once. And the lords and ladies of honor Were plagued. . FROSCH FROSCH Bravo! bravo! that was fine. my glass to Freedom clinking. And also all his relations Great lords at court became.
For. With a good mouthful I must be supplied. there’s one! And if the wine be good. I’d treat these worthy guests. 79 . What shall therewith be done? You’ve not the casks already at the door? HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES (takes the gimlet) OSCH. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Bring me a gimlet here! BRANDER SIEBEL Just treat. with pleasure. give me of your taste some intimation. our praises shall be ample. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Did I not fear the landlord might complain. 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. But do not give too very small a sample. within the landlord’s box of tools. if its quality I decide. before. To some from out our cellar’s treasure.) (To FROSCH FROSCH Now.
And let it sparkle fresh and fine! FROSCH FROSCH MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Good! if I have the choice. (bores: in the meantime one has made the wax stoppers. quick! 80 What’s foreign one can’t always keep quite clear of. to make the stoppers. For good things. are not so near. . so let the wine be Rhenish! Our Fatherland can best the sparkling cup replenish.) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES BRANDER (boring a hole in the edge of the table.Faust FROSCH FROSCH How do you mean? Have you so many kinds? ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Ah! I perceive a juggler’s trick. oft. at the place where FROSCH sits) FROSCH Get me a little wax. BRANDER Champagne shall be my wine. A German can’t endure the French to see or hear of. MEPHISTOPHELES BRANDER) HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (to BRANDER And you? ALTMA TMAYER FROSCH OSCH) ALTMAYER (to FROSCH Aha! you lick your chops. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The choice is free: make up your minds. and plugged the holes with them. from sheer anticipation.
and the wine which has been desired flows into the glass of each) O beautiful fountain. Sirs. indeed. Fill up my glass with sweetest. I grant.— Only believe there’s a miracle here! Now draw the stoppers. ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER With any—only satisfy our need. and drink your fill! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (boring) Tokay shall flow at once. That were to venture far. Horns the he-goat wears! The grapes are juicy. sour wine is out of place. to fill you! ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER No—look me. The wooden table gives wine as good! Into the depths of Nature peer.Goethe Yet drinks their wines with hearty cheer. the vines are wood. and make your choice with speed! With what a vintage can I serve you? 81 (as they draw out the stoppers. SIEBEL (After the holes have been bored and plugged) (as MEPHISTOPHELES approaches his seat) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP For me. straight in the face! I see you have your fun at our expense. Speak out. will you? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (with singular gestures) Grapes the vine-stem bears. ALL MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES O no! with gentlemen of such pretence. that flows at will! .
What mean you? Wait!—you’ll pay for’t dearly! You’ll know us. we feel So cannibalic jolly! Be quiet.) Help! Fire! Help! Hell-fire is sent! ALL (sing) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (charming away the flame) As ‘twere five hundred hogs.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES But have a care that you nothing spill! (They drink repeatedly. See. SIEBEL (drinks carelessly: the wine spills upon the earth. now. first! their bestiality Will make a brilliant demonstration. 82 FROSCH FROSCH Don’t try that game a second time upon us! . and turns to flame) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Take notice. the race is happy—it is free! SIEBEL FAUST To leave them is my inclination. friendly element! (To the revellers) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES A bit of purgatory ’twas for this time. merely. to your detriment.
) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Be still.Goethe ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER I think we’d better send him packing quietly. ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Where am I? What a lovely land! 83 . Change place. Sir! you dare to make so free. impertinent and heady? BRANDER Just wait! a shower of blows is ready. and rush upon MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES. old wine-tub. ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER (draws a stopper out of the table: fire flies in his face. And play your hocus-pocus on us! ’Tis magic! Strike— The knave is outlawed! Cut him as you like! (They draw their knives. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (with solemn gestures) False word and form of air.) SIEBEL Broomstick. and sense ensnare! Be here—and there! (They stand amazed and look at each other. you! You face it out.) I burn! I burn! SIEBEL SIEBEL What.
) 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.Faust FROSCH FROSCH Vines? Can I trust my eyes? SIEBEL What happened? SIEBEL And purple grapes at hand! ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER How? BRANDER Here. be now enlightened! UST: (He disappears with FAUST: the revellers start and separate. and raise their knives. And how the Devil jests.) It was a blow that went through every limb! Give me a chair! I sink! my senses swim. Error. 84 . from their eyes the band. See what a vine! what grapes depending! (He takes SIEBEL by the nose: the others do the same reciprocally. over this green arbor bending.
) Why! If the fount of wine should still be playing? SIEBEL ’Twas all deceit. false design! 85 . SIEBEL Where is he? If I catch the scoundrel hiding.Goethe FROSCH FROSCH But what has happened. (He turns towards the table. just now. pray? ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Shall one believe no miracles. and lying. Still in my feet the fright like lead is weighing. BRANDER But with the grapes how was it. just say! I saw him with these eyes upon a wine-cask riding Out of the cellar-door. He shall not leave alive. tell me now? FROSCH FROSCH And yet it seemed as I were drinking wine. I vow.
and has a noble mind Not any potent balsam yet invented? 86 MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Once more. 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. trust me. There is.— That. Through this insane. is the best mode left. and watches lest it boil over. There hoe and dig. skims it. thy sense and will Within a narrow sphere to flourish. my friend. under which a fire is burning. Whereby for eighty years thy youth thou keepest! . Ceiling and walls are covered with the most fantastic witch-implements.Faust VI WITCHES’ KITCHEN WITCHES’ KITCHEN (Upon a low hearth stands a great caldron. thou talkest sensibly. then. And is a most eccentric chapter. But in another book ’tis writ for thee. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Good! the method is revealed Without or gold or magic or physician. With unmixed food thy body nourish.) FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP FAUST These crazy signs of witches’ craft repel me! I shall recover. canst thou naught better find! Another baffled hope must be lamented: Has Nature. as thy condition. to make thee young. Betake thyself to yonder field. Live with the ox as ox. and think it not a theft That thou manur’st the acre which thou reapest. dost thou tell me. sits near and warms himself. Restrain thyself. Various figures appear in the vapors which rise from the caldron. a simpler mode and apter. with the young ones. An ape sits beside it. The he-ape. FAUST Yet will I know it.
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. to-day! Off and about. Long is the calm brain active in creation. . By the chimney out! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES What time takes she for dissipating? That were a charming sport. alone.Goethe FAUST I am not used to that. Not Art and Science serve. and ply it. (Perceiving the Animals) See. Is rare and strange. Time. THE ANIMALS FAUST Wherefore the hag. I own: I’d build a thousand bridges meanwhile. I cannot stoop to try it— To take the spade in hand. Patience must in the work be shown. I’ve a notion. And yet the Devil cannot make it. 87 THE ANIMALS While we to warm our paws are waiting. And all. and her alone? Canst thou thyself not brew the potion? Carousing. ’tis true. belonging thereunto. strengthens the fine fermentation. howe’er you take it: The Devil taught the thing. only. The narrow being suits me not at all.
FAUST Absurder than I ever yet did see. Could he but try the lottery’s chances! THE ANIMALS We’re cooking watery soup for beggars. ye cursed puppets. Is that which has the most attractive features! (To the Animals) But tell me now.) 88 . HE-APE THE HE-APE (comes up and fawns on MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES) O cast thou the dice! Make me rich in a trice. (In the meantime the young apes have been playing with a large ball. So had I my reason. Why do ye stir the porridge so? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES How would the ape be sure his luck enhances. just such talk as this. And had I but gold. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Why.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. which they now roll forward. for me.
And will be broken. 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. quiescent? Here bright it gleams.— How soon will’t spring. A hollow thing. (He runs to the SHE-APE . Here brighter seems: I live at present! Dear son. Keep thou away! Thy doom is spoken! ’Tis made of clay. I’d know him and shame him. 89 .Goethe HE-APE THE HE-APE The world’s the ball: Doth rise and fall. And drop. 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. and lets her look through it.) SHE-APE Look through the sieve! Know’st thou the thief. And roll incessant: Like glass doth ring.
F stretching himself out on the settle. home to bear her. then. as bridegroom. if a God first plagues Himself six days. surely. at least. who has the lucky fate.) So sit I. (FAUST gazes continually in the mirror. Love.) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Why. continues to speak.) O be thou so good With sweat and with blood The crown to belime! 90 . FAUST (who during all this time has been standing before a mirror. If I attempt to venture near. the swiftest of thy pinions. Then. thine eyes be satiate! I’ll yet detect thy sweetheart and ensnare her. her charms appear!— A woman’s form. Must something clever be created. Bravo! says. Some day. there reclining. so lovely be? And must I find her body. if I leave this spot with fond designing.—and lack the crown alone. This time. And bear me to her beauteous field! Ah. here. and playing with the brush.Faust HE-APE THE HE-APE Take the brush here. 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. like the King upon his throne: I hold the sceptre. And blest is he. And sit down on the settle! (He invites MEPHISTOPHELES to sit down. as through gathering mist. self-contented. in beauty shining! Can woman. 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. MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES. Dim.
away from here! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (in the same attitude) FAUST (before the mirror) Woe’s me! I fear to lose my wits. at least. and singe the Frau! Accurséd fere! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES. ’Tis thoughts. let it be! We speak and we see. make this admission— They’re poets. now. Let us. begins to boil over: there ensues a great flame. with which they spring around. The WITCH comes careering WITCH down through the flame. (The caldron. with speed. which the SHE-APE has up to this time neSHE-APE glected to watch. genuine and sincere. with terrible cries. which blazes out the chimney. WITCH THE WITCH THE ANIMALS If lucky our hits. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (pointing to the Animals) My own head.Goethe (They handle the crown awkwardly and break it into two pieces.) ’Tis done. We hear and we rhyme! FAUST (as above) My bosom burns with that sweet vision.) One must. And everything fits. is really nigh to sinking. and we’re thinking! Ow! ow! ow! ow! The damnéd beast—the curséd sow! To leave the kettle.) (Perceiving FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES What is that here? 91 .
which he has been holding in his hand. ’Twould only make the people shun me. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES. and scatters flames towards FAUST. MEPHISTOPHELES and the UST. in truth. as regards the foot. the rough salute! Yet I perceive no cloven foot. (As the WITCH starts back. where are they now? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (reversing the brush. ’Tis verily full many a day now. The days of that old Northern phantom now are over: Where canst thou horns and tail and claws discover? And. Culture. which I can’t spare.) 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. As time. at last. like many a spindly youth. I’ll let thee ‘scape the debt.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. which smooth the whole world licks. 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. foul ass! To the singing of thy crew. Also unto the Devil sticks. Animals. The Animals whimper. For since we two together met. And both your ravens. full of wrath and horror) WITCH Ha! know’st thou me? Abomination. . Therefore I’ve worn. Sir. thy Lord and Master? 92 This time. old face of leather? WITCH THE WITCH O pardon.
. take proper heed. no whit better men we see: The Evil One has left. from such a name refrain! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST My friend. MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Woman. Sir Baron call me thou. the evil ones are stable. therefore. Thou hast no doubt about my noble blood: 93 Wherein.Goethe False calves these many years upon me. The years a double strength produce.) WITCH THE WITCH (dancing) Reason and sense forsake my brain. and you were always so. here’s the coat-of-arms that I am wearing! (He makes an indecent gesture. 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. Sirs. like others in my bearing. Since I behold Squire Satan here again! WITCH THE WITCH (laughs immoderately) Ha! ha! That’s just your way. then is the matter good. Yet. A cavalier am I. of the oldest brewage. can I be of use? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Give us a goblet of the well-known juice! But. I pray! To manage witches. this is just the way. See. I must beg you. I know: A rogue you are.
And willingly a glass I’ll fill him. (Whispering) Yet. And he deserves thy kitchen’s best potation: Come. Don’t be so terribly severe! She juggles you as doctor now. what shall come of this? the creatures antic. stinks. the caldron to sound. and to hold the torches. not the slightest. The crazy stuff. and make a musical accompaniment. and stations in the circle the Apes. The beverage may work the proper cheer. nonsense! That’s a thing for laughter. that. who are obliged 94 (begins to declaim.) FAUST (to MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES) Now. with much emphasis. within an hour ‘twill kill him. from the book) See. Which. speak thine adjuration. and hated. too. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES He is a friend of mine. also. And fill thy goblet full and free! O. meanwhile the glasses begin to ring. As well thou know’st. with whom it will agree. thus it’s done! .— All the repulsive cheats I view. (He persuades FAUST to step into the circle. the gestures frantic. if this man without due preparation drinks. after. Wherefrom. to serve as reading-desk. She then beckons FAUST to approach.) WITCH THE WITCH WITCH THE WITCH (with fantastic gestures draws a circle and places mysterious articles therein. Finally she brings a great book. draw thy circle.— Are known to me.Faust WITCH THE WITCH With all my heart! Now. here’s a bottle. I wet my throttle. sometimes.
’Tis finished straight! And nine is one. for verily 95 FAUST What nonsense she declaims before us! My head is nigh to split. The art is old and new. Such time I’ve squandered o’er the history: A contradiction thus complete Is always for the wise. Man usually believes. And two let be. and no one interferes.— By Three and One.Goethe Make ten of one. a mystery. Error instead of Truth to scatter. Cast o’er the four! From five and six (The witch’s tricks) Make seven and eight. Make even three. still From all men deeply hidden! Who takes no thought. ’Tis all the same: the book I can repeat. This is the witch’s once-one’s-one! All ages have been taught the matter. I fear: It seems to me as if I hear A hundred thousand fools in chorus. unbidden! FAUST She talks like one who raves in fever. They prate and teach. no less than fools. And ten is none. To him ’tis brought. and One and Three. That also with them goes material for thinking! THE WITCH (continues) WITCH The lofty skill Of Science. ’Tis given unsought. All from the fellowship of fools are shrinking. And rich thou ‘It be. MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Thou’lt hear much more before we leave her. . if only words he hears.
away! Thou dar’st not rest. And quickly fill the beaker to the brim! This drink will bring my friend no injuries: He is a man of manifold degrees. a light flame arises. on light and restless wing.) WITCH Here is a song. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES And now. And many draughts are known to him. And wilt thou be afraid of fire? (The WITCH breaks the circle: FAUST steps forth. pours the drink into a WITCH CH. if you sometimes sing. cup. as FAUST sets it to his lips. shall then be given unto thee. What boon I have. And soon thou’lt be aware. You’ll find it of peculiar operation. with keenest thrills of pleasure. enough of adjuration! But hither bring us thy potation.) WITCH THE WITCH Down with it quickly! Drain it off! ‘Twill warm thy heart with new desire: Art with the Devil hand and glove. which. The noble indolence I’ll teach thee then to treasure. How Cupid stirs and leaps. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST Come. walk at once! A rapid occupation Must start the needful perspiration. And through thy frame the liquor’s potence fling. 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. 96 . (The WITCH with many ceremonies.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES O Sibyl excellent.
believe me. no! The paragon of all. let it not offend you. the girl is wondrous fair! Of all I’ve seen. So sweetly virtuous and pure. And home I can go without your care. (Aside) Thou’lt find. neither fair. Each woman beautiful as Helen! MARGARET FAUST MARGARET (passing by) FAUST Fair lady. this drink thy blood compelling. 97 . How beautiful that woman-form! VII STREET MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES No. alive and warm. Thou soon shalt see. That arm and escort I would lend you! MARGARET MARGARET I’m neither lady.] FAUST By Heaven. and exit. [She releases herself. beyond compare.Goethe FAUST One rapid glance within the mirror give me.
be sure! The lip so red. she’s older than fourteen. Of every sin absolved. save for him in store. So innocent is she. take heed! 98 . of that girl I’d have possession! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Which. Why. was listening nigh. Deep in my heart imprinted lies: How short and sharp of speech was she. Nor honors. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES She. FAUST The one who just went by. I have no power o’er souls so green. That to confess she had no need. FAUST Most Worthy Pedagogue. I’ll not forget while the world rolls on! How she cast down her timid eyes. And fancies there are no favors more. there? She’s coming from confession. then? How now! You’re talking like Jack Rake. for I. Yet always doesn’t the thing succeed. Hear. indeed. the cheek’s clear dawn.Faust And yet a little pert. Behind her chair. ’twas a real ecstasy! (MEPHISTOPHELES enters) MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOP FAUST FAUST And yet. Who every flower for himself would take.
that speed With this fair girl will not succeed. I should not on the Devil call. I tell thee. At midnight is our compact broken. As if you’d use. the chances of the case! I need. pray. FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Without that. FAUST HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES You almost like a Frenchman prate. But win her by my own persuasion. As in Italian tales ’tis taught. 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. to get control. all at once. a fortnight’s space. By storm she cannot captured be. But think.— A garter that her knee has pressed! . FAUST Had I but seven hours for all. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES But now. We must make use of strategy. Yet. all my right. once for all. To find an opportune occasion. And if that image of delight Rest not within mine arms to-night. leave jesting out of sight! I tell you.Goethe Let not a word of moral law be spoken! I claim. And knead and shape her to your thought. don’t take it as annoyance! Why. at least. All sorts of tender rigmarole. I have appetite.
[Exit. and take you in it. look up the matter. buried long ago: I must. We will no longer lose a minute.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES That you may see how much I’d fain Further and satisfy your pain.] FAUST And shall I see—possess her? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES No! Unto a neighbor she must go. alone. And treasures. perforce. And meanwhile thou. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES ’Tis too early yet. Breathing her atmosphere in fullest measure. Presents at once? That’s good: he’s certain to get at her! Full many a pleasant place I know. FAUST A gift for her I bid thee get! [Exit. I’ll find her room to-day. mayst glow With every hope of future pleasure.] FAUST Can we go thither? 100 .
I beg of thee! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (prying about) Not every girl keeps things so neat. thou. with their ruddy charms.— And he wouldn’t. Surely a gallant man was he. And much could I in his face behold. bind thou with fetters fleet The heart that on the dew of hope must pine! How all around a sense impresses Of quiet.) Receive me. And of a noble family. FAUST (looking around) O welcome. That breathes throughout this hallowed shrine! Sweet pain of love. to-day.Goethe VIII NEATL TLY EVENING A SMALL. Hung here. could I but say Who was that gentleman. have been so bold! [Exit] FAUST (after a moment’s silence) Leave me alone. order. 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. that in thine open arms Departed joy and pain wert wont to gather! How oft the children. else. NEATLY KEPT CHAMBER MARGARET MARGARET (plaiting and binding up the braids of her hair) I’d something give. where sat the father! 101 MEPHISTOPHELES FA HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Come in. twilight soft and sweet. but gently: follow me! . around this throne.
How would I for the fault atonement render! How small the giant lout would be. And lie dissolved in dreams of love’s sweet leisure! Are we the sport of every changeful atmosphere? And if. FAUST Go! go! I never will retreat. And here was wrought. not unmeet. returning. with haste! 102 . set it in the press. with Life’s warm essence The tender bosom filled and fair. I feel. Here meekly kissed the grandsire’s withered hand. Is there a magic vapor here? I came. The form diviner beings wear! And I? What drew me here with power? How deeply am I moved. with lust of instant pleasure. Prone at her feet.) What sweetest thrill is in my blood! Here could I spend whole hours. O maid! thy very soul Of order and content around me whisper. Which elsewhere I have just been earning. The angel blossom from the bud. Here lay the child. Grateful for gifts the Holy Christmas gave her. delaying: Here Nature shaped. as if in sportive playing. and sore? Miserable Faust! I know thee now no more. through holier. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Here is a casket. came she in to me. crisper. this hour! What seek I? Why so full my heart. to thee ’tis given To change this hut into a lower heaven! And here! (He lifts one of the bed-curtains. The cloth upon thy board bids smoothly thee unroll. The sand beneath thy feet makes whiter.Faust Perchance my love. purer presence. O dearest hand. amid the childish band. Here.— Which leads thee with its motherly control. relaxed and tender! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Be quick! I see her there. this moment.
I feel. Physics and Metaphysics both! But away! [Exeunt. should I do it? MARGARET MARGARET (with a lamp) It is so close. away! The sweet young maiden to betray. True. so sultry. such fear!— Would mother came!—where can she bide? My body’s chill and shuddering. and locks it again. You are not miserly.) Now quick. would keep the bubble? Then I suggest. I trust? I rub my hands. A golden goblet gave. He drained it at every bout: . pray? Yourself. fearsome thing! (She begins to sing while undressing) There was a King in Thule. That you might win another by it. ‘twill turn her head. dying. So that by wish and will you bend her. And you look as though 103 And yet ’tis not so warm outside. And spare to me the further trouble.] FAUST I know not.— To whom his mistress.Goethe I swear. gray and loath.— As if stood before you. here! (She opens the window) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Ask you. perhaps. in expectation tender— (He places the casket in the press. to spy it: Some baubles I therein had placed. Naught was to him more precious.— I’m but a silly. and play is play. I know not why. Was faithful till the grave. child is child. To the lecture-hall you were forced to go. ‘twere fair and just To spare the lovely day your lust.
) How comes that lovely casket here to me? 104 I locked the press. alone! One has at once another air. And mother gave a loan thereon? And here there hangs a key to fit: I have a mind to open it. And drank the last life-glow. And sinking deep in the sea: Then fell his eyelids forever. The towns in his land he told. They praise us half in pity.) Were but the ear-rings mine. all! Alas. What helps one’s beauty. ’Tis truly wonderful! What can within it be? Perhaps ’twas brought by some one as a pawn. well and good. On gold depends All. sure: To gold still tends. In the lofty hall of his fathers In the Castle by the Sea. such as a noble dame On highest holidays might wear! How would the pearl-chain suit my hair? Ah. who may all this splendor own? (She adorns herself with the jewelry. When came his time of dying. And hurled the hallowed goblet Into the tide below. youthful blood? One may possess them. we poor! . There stood the old carouser.Faust His eyes with tears ran over. What is that? God in Heaven! Whence came Such things? Never beheld I aught so fair! Rich ornaments. He saw it plunging and filling. and perceives the casket of jewels. and steps before the mirror. Naught else to his heir denying Except the goblet of gold. most certainly. And never more drank he! (She opens the press in order to arrange her clothes. As oft as he drank thereout. But none the more do others care. He sat at the royal banquet With his knights of high degree.
that I might use it for swearing! FAUST Thy head is out of order. That not much blessing came with them. sadly: It much becomes thee to be raving madly.) MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES By all love ever rejected! By hell-fire hot and unsparing! I wish I knew something worse. to see If sacred or profane it be.Goethe IX PROMENADE PROMENADE (FA UST walking thoughtfully up and down. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES. truly! godless cannot be The one who brought such things to me. To him F UST. the pocket of a priest should get The trinkets left for Margaret! The mother saw them. Keen scent has she for tainted air. “ill-gotten good Ensnares the soul.” she said. So here she guessed. And. with sour grimace. She snuffs within her book of prayer. “My child. If I were not a Devil myself! . “A gift-horse is not out of place. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Just think. and. Before the Mother of God we’ll lay it. elf? A face like thine beheld I never. instanter. from every gem. A secret dread began to haunt her. With heavenly manna she’ll repay it!” But Margaret thought. consumes the blood. And smells each article.” A parson came. by the mother bidden: 105 FAUST What ails thee? What is’t gripes thee. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I would myself unto the Devil deliver.
And viewed it with a favor stealthy. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES O yes.— Promised them fullest heavenly pay. chains. or will. And deeply edified were they. Get thou a set for her again! The first was not a great display. And knows not what she should.— Who overcometh. day and night.” FAUST And Margaret? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Sits unrestful still. winneth too. And thanked no less. at once. But more on him who gave her such delight. FAUST The darling’s sorrow gives me pain. He spake: “That is the proper view. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Then bagged the spangles. As if but toadstools were the things. beyond all question. The Holy Church has a stomach healthy: Hath eaten many a land as forfeit. Thinks on the jewels. Which Jew and King may also claim. Has for ill-gotten goods the right digestion. and rings. And never yet complained of surfeit: The Church alone. and thanked no more Than if a sack of nuts he bore. the gentleman finds it all child’s-play! 106 . where the game was hidden.Faust He saw. FAUST A general practice is the same.
[Exit. But get fresh jewels to her taste! X THE NEIGHBOR’S HOUSE MARTHA MARTHA (solus) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Yes. and all the starry legions. truly. gracious Sir.Goethe FAUST Fix and arrange it to my will. moon. woe!— Had I a certificate to show! MARGARET MARGARET (comes) Dame Martha! 107 . yet he Hasn’t done his duty by me! Off in the world he went straightway. And. To give his sweetheart a diverting show. And on her neighbor try thy skill! Don’t be a Devil stiff as paste.) Perhaps he’s even dead! Ah.] God forgive my husband.— Left me lie in the straw where I lay. and can’t forget him! (She weeps. in all obedience! [Exit FAUST UST.] Such an enamored fool in air would blow Sun. I did naught to fret him: God knows I loved.
then other ornament: Thy mother will not see. 108 . ah! in the streets I dare not bear them. all splendid to behold. Within my press! Of ebony. Nor in the church be seen to wear them. A chain at first. MARGARET MARGARET But. look and see—just look and see! MARGARET MARGARET Whoever could have brought me things so precious? That something’s wrong. I feel suspicious. piece by piece. before the mirror yonder.Faust MARTHA MARTHA Margaret! what’s happened thee? MARTHA MARTHA (adorning her) O.— We’ll have our private joy thereon. And secretly the jewels don. And richer far than were the old. MARTHA MARTHA You mustn’t tell it to your mother! ’Twould go to the priest.— And things. When. And then a chance will come. MARTHA MARTHA Yet thou canst often this way wander. what a blessed luck for thee! MARGARET MARGARET I scarce can stand. a holiday. Walk up and down an hour. the first resembling. my knees are trembling! I find a box. can one the things abroad display. MARGARET MARGARET Ah. as did the other. and stories we’ll invent.
) For Martha Schwerdtlein I’d inquire! HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES MARTHA MARTHA I’m she: what does the gentleman desire? Ah. ladies. I beg you. both betray— Rejoiced am I that I may stay! 109 MARGARET MARGARET I am a creature young and poor: The gentleman’s too kind. . I’m sure.— Will after noon return again. The jewels don’t belong to me. Pardon the freedom I have ta’en.) MEPHISTOPHELES Of all things in the world! Just hear— He takes thee for a lady. on seeing MARGARET MARGARET GARET. the manner. MARTHA MARTHA (peeping through the blind) ’Tis some strange gentleman. (Steps back reverently.—Come in! MARTHA MARTHA (aloud) MEPHISTOP (MEPHISTOPHELES enters. to excuse me.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. dear! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES That I so boldly introduce me. not alone the jewelry! The look.
that heart so true! My husband dead! Let me die. For cool. no commission? 110 . MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MARTHA MARTHA Hear me relate the mournful tale! He gave you. let not your courage fail! In Padua buried. dearest dame. too! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MARGARET MARGARET Ah. further. woe after joy comes flying. believe me! A loss like this to death would grieve me. 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. and sends a greeting. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I would I had a more cheerful strain! Take not unkindly its repeating: Your husband’s dead. Joy follows woe. eternal rest created. MARTHA MARTHA MARTHA MARTHA Relate his life’s sad close to me! Is dead? Alas.
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!
farewell! 114 . pray do! Ladies. (To MARGARET MARGARET GARET) How fares the heart within your breast? MARTHA MARTHA A moment. a pair of witnesses Always the truth establishes. thou art! MARTHA MARTHA (Aloud. Who’ll also add his deposition. MARGARET MARGARET Farewell! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I’ll cut away. and when he died. Irregular ways I’ve always hated. from here: She’d take the Devil at his word. I want his death in the weekly paper stated. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (aside) Sweet innocent. betimes. MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MARGARET MARGARET What means the gentleman? Yes. my good dame. to certify his fitness. how. Where. I’ll bring him here.Faust MARTHA MARTHA The gentleman is pleased to jest. ere we part! I’d like to have a legal witness. I have a friend of high condition. I fear.) Good Sir.
Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES And this young lady will be present. XI A STREET MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES FAUST How is it? under way? and soon complete? MARGARET MARGARET Before him I should blush. 115 . MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Before no king that could be named! MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Ah. This eve we’ll expect the gentlemen. A fitter woman ne’er was made To ply the pimp and gypsy trade! MARTHA MARTHA Behind the house. then. too? A gallant youth! has travelled far: Ladies with him delighted are. ashamed. in my garden. Margaret soon will still your yearning: At Neighbor Martha’s you’ll this evening meet. bravo! Do I find you burning? Well. FAUST Tis well.
we’ll make the journey thither? FAUST Thou art. with knowledge or without it. liar. 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. 116 . outstretched and pallid. Have you not terms and definitions given With brazen forehead. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Sancta simplicitas! no need of such a toil. in consecrated soil. and all that moves the being of his race. knew I not more deeply thy desire. and thou remain’st. Of Man. Depose. either! MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Yes. the world and all that in it has a place. of course. if you’ll probe the thing profoundly. I’ll tear your pretty plan! FAUST One service pays the other thus. FAUST If you’ve naught better. a sophist. then.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Yet something is required from us. At Padua rest. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Now. daring breast? And. FAUST Most wise! And first. 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.
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?
FAUST The purest bliss was surely then thy dower.Faust MARGARET MARGARET Yes. might take comfort. But now my days have less of noise and hurry. of giving The poor wee thing its natural living. Lulled in my lap with many a song. warm beside me press it. And mother’s case seemed hopeless quite. It smiled. so slowly. We have no maid: I do the knitting. MARGARET MARGARET I brought it up. And waking. for our household small has grown. True. herself. sweeping. all the worry. And so I nursed it all alone With milk and water: ’twas my own. with the child a troubled life I led. and willing. Is so exact! Not that she needs so much to keep expenses down: We. rather: A nice estate was left us by my father. 120 . FAUST An angel. more than others. in her notions of housekeeping. So weak and miserable she lay. Father had died before it saw the light. My brother is a soldier. She could not think. then. and it was fond of me. day by day. And mother. Yet must be cared for. A house. in fact. also. and grew strong. And she recovered. many a weary hour. if like thee! MARGARET MARGARET But surely. a little garden near the town. sewing. I’d guess it. I kept the baby’s cradle near My bed at night: if ‘t even stirred. and tumbled. The cooking. My little sister’s dead. And I must nurse it. hear. early work and late. Yet I would take again. you will own. So very dear was she.
One’s spirits. MARTHA MARTHA MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I meant to say. Sir.Goethe And oft. the poor women are bad off. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MARTHA MARTHA Speak plainly. have you not felt desire. MARTHA MARTHA I mean. been entertained politely. . ever? It but depends upon the like of you. in fact. though ne’er so slightly? MARTHA MARTHA Yes.] MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The proverb says: One’s own warm hearth And a good wife. Then at the wash-tub stand. are gold and jewels worth. [They pass. were you not touched in earnest. never-ending. And I should turn to better ways than flirting. Sir. ’tis true: A stubborn bachelor there’s no converting. my bed forsake. to quiet it. And then the marketing and kitchen-tending. But then one learns to relish rest and food. have you no one detected? Has not your heart been anywhere subjected? 121 One should allow one’s self to jest with ladies never. And dandling back and forth the restless creature take. at morning’s break. Day after day. the same thing. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I’ve everywhere. are thus not always good.
in my bosom grew. To my impertinence befitting. the like ne’er happened me. thought I. to feel That I could not be angrier with you. and the blame 122 . here. 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. As the Cathedral thou wert quitting? FAUST And me. I will confess.Faust MARTHA MARTHA Ah. As through the garden-gate I came? FAUST MARGARET MARGARET Sweet darling! Did you not see it? I cast down my eyes. [They pass. MARGARET MARGARET FAUST Wait a while! And thou forgiv’st my freedom. No one could ever speak to my discredit. I knew not what appeal On your behalf. But I was angry with myself. thou angel! didst thou recognize. 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. Ah.] I was confused.
MARGARET MARGARET FAUST No. it is just in play.) FAUST What murmurest thou? FAUST MARGARET MARGARET (half aloud) Shall that a nosegay be? He loves me—loves me not. child! and let this blossom-word For thee be speech divine! He loves thee! 123 . one after the other. she cries with frank delight:) MARGARET MARGARET He loves me! Go! you’ll laugh at me.Goethe (She plucks a star-flower. Thou sweet. and pulls off the leaves. angelic soul! FAUST MARGARET MARGARET (continues) How? Loves me—not—loves me—not— (plucking the last leaf. (She pulls off the leaves and murmurs.) FAUST Yes.
He seems of her still fonder. The wilful summer-birds! MARTHA MARTHA (coming forward) MARTHA MARTHA The night is falling. Nor other labor. and to feel a rapture In yielding. It’s as if nobody had nothing to fetch and carry. 124 . But spying all the doings of one’s neighbor: And one becomes the talk. know’st thou what it means? He loves thee! (He grasps both her hands. no. Where is our couple now? FAUST O tremble not! but let this look. But evil tongues in this town have full play. MARGARET MARGARET I’m all a-tremble! MARTHA MARTHA I’d ask you. longer here to tarry.) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Ay! we must away.Faust Ah. that must be eternal! Eternal!—for the end would be despair.—no ending! no ending! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Flown up the alley yonder. Let this warm clasp of hands declare thee What is unspeakable! To yield one wholly. No. do whatsoe’er one may.
and peeps through the crack. rogue! a tease thou art: I have thee! (He kisses her. conceals herself behind the door. MARGARET MAR puts her finger to her lips. (MEPHISTOPHELES knocks) MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOP 125 .Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES And she of him. and returning the kiss) Dearest man! I love thee from my heart.) MARGARET MARGARET (clasping him.) MARGARET MARGARET He comes! FAUST (entering) Ah. So runs the world away! XIII A GARDEN-ARBOR (MARGARET comes in.
MARTHA MARTHA Adieu! MARTHA MARTHA (coming) Yes. Sir. then. upon you wait? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES A friend! MARGARET MARGARET My mother would—farewell! FAUST FAUST A beast! Ah. MARGARET MARGARET And soon to meet again! [Exeunt FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES.Faust FAUST (stamping his foot) Who’s there? FAUST May I not. ’tis late.] 126 . can I not remain? Farewell! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Tis time to separate.
And answer “Yes” to all he says. that in her profoundest breast I gaze. neighbor boughs And neighbor trunks with crushing weight bear down. and in my breast The deep. A poor. teaching me to know my brothers In air and water and the silent wood. With power to feel and to enjoy it. The ranks of living creatures thou dost lead Before me. fill the hills with hollow thunders. The giant firs.— Then to the cave secure thou leadest me. mysterious miracles unfold. Not unto me in vain Hast thou thy countenance revealed in fire. But grantest. such A man can think and know so much? I stand ashamed and in amaze. as in the bosom of a friend. Thou gav’st me Nature as a kingdom grand. And when the storm in forests roars and grinds. XIV CAVERN FOREST AND CAVERN FAUST (solus) Spirit sublime. unknowing child! and he— I can’t think what he finds in me! [_Exit_. And falling. amazed acquaintance yield’st. in falling. Then show’st me mine own self. And when the perfect moon before my gaze 127 . gav’st me all For which I prayed. thou gav’st me. Thou Not only cold.Goethe MARGARET MARGARET Dear God! However is it.
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
And also made their opportunity. with young unwakened senses. into the abyss’s breast! And side-wards she. that feed among the roses. thou pimp! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES You rail. FAUST What are. all houseless roaming. down rocks and gorges foaming. Do I not always share her need? I am the fugitive. FAUST Away. What must be.— One ruin whelm both her and me! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES ’Tis very well! My envy oft reposes On your twin-pair. 131 . homely life commences. and also crush me. within her arms. Leaps. God’s hate flung o’er me. before the altar. Perceived the noblest purpose of His trade. let it quickly be! Let fall on me her fate. Her little world therein concealed. The monster without air or rest. The God. hast claimed this sacrifice as thine! Help. Go on! It is a woe profound! ’Tis for your sweetheart’s room you’re bound. the heavenly blisses? Though I be glowing with her kisses. it cannot falter: I envy even the Body of the Lord The touching of her lips. indeed. who fashioned youth and maid. Within her cabin on the Alpine field Her simple. Hell. And I. That like a cataract. Devil! through the coming pangs to push me. Had not enough. to thrust The stubborn rocks before me And strike them into dust! She and her peace I yet must undermine: Thou. maddened.Goethe Though I were ne’er so far. and it is fun to me. And not for death.
My peace is gone. The world is gall And bitterness all. My poor weak head Is racked and crazed. alone) My peace is gone. XV MARGARET ROOM GARET’S MARGARET ’S ROOM MARGARET MARGARET (at the spinning-wheel. The grave is here. again it glows! Thou fool. My heart is sore: 132 . It thinks the end must soon occur. My senses mazed. My heart is sore: I never shall find it. Hail him. else. who keeps a steadfast mind! Thou. My thought is lost. go in and comfort her! When such a head as thine no outlet knows. nevermore! Save I have him near.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Again it seethes. Ah. dost well the devil-nature wear: Naught so insipid in the world I find As is a devil in despair.
ah! his kiss! My peace is gone. And. nevermore! My bosom yearns For him alone. him only.Goethe I never shall find it. His noble size. At the pane I sit. And hold. the bliss In the clasp of his hand. His lofty gait. And the magic flow Of his talk. him only. To meet him. and own! 133 And kiss his mouth. Ah. nevermore! To see him. dared I clasp him. And on his kisses At last expire! . My heart is sore: I never shall find it. Ah. The power of his eyes. The smile of his mouth. To heart’s desire. Ah. The house I quit.
Must we? FAUST I honor them. I think. FAUST FAUST What I can! MARGARET MARGARET MARGARET MARGARET How is’t with thy religion. Henry!— FAUST Leave that.Faust XVI MARTHA THA’S MARTHA’S GARDEN MARGARET FA MARGARET FAUST MARGARET MARGARET Promise me. dost not incline that way. 134 . I grant to each his own. And as for Faith and Church. good-hearted man. Would that I had some influence! Then. my blood and life would I surrender. pray? Thou art a dear. too. For love. MARGARET MARGARET That’s not enough: we must believe thereon. my child! Thou know’st my love is tender. And yet. thou honorest not the Holy Sacraments.
what thou wilt. And feel’st not. who shall dare “I believe in God!” to say? Ask priest or sage the answer to declare.Goethe MARGARET MARGARET Desiring no possession ’Tis long since thou hast been to mass or to confession. round thy life? Vast as it is. And it will seem a mocking play. fill with that force thy heart. FAUST My darling. The All-upholding. the everlasting stars? Look I not. MARGARET MARGARET Then thou believest not! FAUST Hear me not falsely.— Call it Bliss! Heart! Love! God! I have no name to give it! Feeling is all in all: The Name is sound and smoke. Folds and upholds he not Thee. Saying: I believe in Him! 135 . Saying: I believe Him not! The All-enfolding. Friendly. A sarcasm on the asker. Invisible. thronging To head and heart. the force. visible. Deny His being. Believest thou in God? Who. Call it. Obscuring Heaven’s clear glow. And when thou in the feeling wholly blessed art. the earth? And rise not. Himself? Arches not there the sky above us? Lies not beneath us. on us shining. seeing. me. feeling. eye to eye. then. firm. on thee. Still weaving its eternal secret. sweetest countenance! Who dare express Him? And who profess Him.
And yet. Within my deepest. All hearts that beat beneath the heavenly day— Each in its language—say. Only with slightly different phrases. MARGARET MARGARET I’ve long been grieved to see That thou art in such company. my sweetest one! 136 . in mine. MARGARET MARGARET To hear it thus. FAUST FAUST Dear love! Nay. it may seem passable. Then why not I. inmost soul I hate.Faust MARGARET MARGARET All that is fine and good. some hitch in’t there must be For thou hast no Christianity. In all my life there’s nothing Has given my heart so keen a pang of loathing. As his repulsive face has done. FAUST FAUST How so? The same thing. to hear it so: Much the same way the preacher spoke. fear him not. in all places. as well? MARGARET MARGARET The man who with thee goes. thy mate.
MARGARET MARGARET Live with the like of him. And I think the man a knave. so yielding. is a thing abhorréd.Goethe MARGARET MARGARET I feel his presence like something ill. may God forgive! FAUST Foreboding angel that thou art! MARGARET MARGARET It overcomes me in such degree. I could not pray to Heaven. to him. That wheresoe’er he meets us. When he is by. a kindly will. may I never! When once inside the door comes he. That burns within me like a flame. ’tis with thee the same. Henry. So free. for all. now. much as my heart to see thee yearneth. even. And half in wrath: One sees that in nothing no interest he hath: ’Tis written on his very forehead That love. He looks around so sneeringly. FAUST There. as I live! If I do him wrong. I am so happy on thine arm. and so warm. And surely. is thine antipathy! MARGARET MARGARET But I must go. And in his presence stifled seems my heart. The secret horror of him returneth. however. I feel as though I’d lost my love for thee. I’ve else. FAUST There must be such queer birds. 137 . But.
But mother’s sleep so light has grown. ’Twould be my death upon the spot! Ah.Faust FAUST Ah. when one tries it? FAUST If ’twould. And deepest sleep will on her senses sink. dearest man. That scarcely more is left me to fulfil. for thy desire. I know not what compels me to thy will: So much have I already done for thee. (Enter MEPHISTOPHELES [Exit.] MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES. and soul to soul united? It will not harm her.) FAUST Thou angel. if but thy face I see. And if we were discovered by her. to see us fondly plighted. if I only slept alone! I’d draw the bolts to-night. my love. would I advise it? MARGARET MARGARET MARGARET MARGARET Ah. With breast to breast. fear it not! Here is a phial: in her drink But three drops of it measure. to give thee pleasure? 138 . shall there never be A quiet hour. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The monkey! Is she gone? FAUST MARGARET MARGARET Hast played the spy again? What would I not.
Great good. full of sensual. indeed! Well. most fully. FAUST Abortion. She in my mask a hidden sense would read: She feels that surely I’m a genius now. as ancient rules compel: If there he’s led. super-sensual desire. The girls have much desire to ascertain If one is prim and good. thou. wilt nor see nor own How this pure soul. how masterly she reads physiognomy! When I am present she’s impressed. she knows not how. he’ll follow them as well. how she drew thee. monster. The Doctor has been catechised. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Yet my delight ‘twill also be! 139 . ’tis plain. So loving and ineffable.—with scruples holy Pines. the thing will do thee. they think.— The faith alone That her salvation is.—to-night—? FAUST Thou. of faith so lowly.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I’ve heard. of filth and fire! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES And then. I hope. well.— Perhaps the very Devil. lest she hold as lost the man she loves so well! FAUST What’s that to thee? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Thou. A girl by the nose is leading thee.
whene’er she eats and drinks. She’s played the fool at last. not a word. So mean and shameless was her behavior. there’s not a doubt. to-day. LISBETH And so. And she made a to-do with her face so fine. it serves her rightly. 140 LISBETH It’s true. She took all the presents the fellow gave her. And he treated her always to pies and wine. Sibylla said. 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. I go so little out. Such taking-on of airs! .Faust XVII FOUNTAIN AT THE FOUNTAIN MARGARET MARGARET How so? LISBETH MARGARET MARGARET and LISBETH With pitchers. LISBETH Hast nothing heard of Barbara? It stinks! She’s feeding two. at last. MARGARET MARGARET Ah! MARGARET MARGARET No.
141 . MARGARET MARGARET The poor. LISBETH He’d be a fool! A brisk young blade Has room. elsewhere. the flower is gone. why let her beware! The boys shall dash her wreath on the floor. poor thing! MARGARET MARGARET LISBETH Dost pity her. ne’er let us out the door She sported with her paramour.Goethe ’Twas kissing and coddling. The length of the time they’d never mark. Black as it seemed. But do church-penance in her sinner’s shift! That is not fair! LISBETH If him she gets. Besides. he’s gone. at that? When one of us at spinning sat. So now her head no more she’ll lift. on and on! So now. to ply his trade. And mother. at the end.] MARGARET MARGARET (returning home) MARGARET MARGARET He’ll surely take her for his wife. When some poor maiden was beguiled! More speech than any tongue suffices I craved. On the door-bench. to censure others’ vices. in the passage dark. nights. And we’ll scatter chaff before her door! [Exit. I blackened still. How scornfully I once reviled.
so true! XVIII DONJON (In a niche of the wall a shrine. God! was so good. And bear aloft Thy sorrow and His pain! Ah.) MARGARET MARGARET (putting fresh flowers in the pots) Incline. Thy gracious countenance upon my pain! The sword Thy heart in. past guessing. With anguish smarting. and boasted high. And blessed myself. 142 . Thy sad sighs gather. Thou sorrow-laden.— And now—a living sin am I! Yet—all that drove my heart thereto. so dear. Beyond expressing. with an image of the Mater Dolorosa. O Maiden.Faust And blacker yet was in my will. Pots of flowers before it. Thou lookest up to where Thy Son is slain! Thou seest the Father.
what woe and sorrow Within my bosom aches! Alone.— One that to her can a candle hold?” Cling! clang! “Here’s to her!” went around The board: “He speaks the truth!” cried some. With brimming glass that spilled the toast. And stroking then my beard. MARGARET ’S brother) MARGARET GARET’S When I have sat at some carouse. Help! rescue me from death and stain! O Maiden! Thou sorrow-laden. What woe. in utter sorrow. And heard the swagger as it rose. Incline Thy countenance upon my pain! XIX NIGHT MARGARET GARET’S STREET BEFORE MARGARET ’S DOOR VALENTINE (a soldier. weeping. Alas! my tears did wet. But is there one in all the land Like sister Margaret. The heart within me breaks. Why it trembleth. I’m weeping. the bumper in my hand: “Each well enough in her own way. Smiling.Goethe The pangs that wring my flesh and bone! Why this anxious heart so burneth. weeping. And many a comrade praised to me His pink of girls right lustily. And elbows planted as in boast: I sat in unconcerned repose. Knowest Thou. I’d say. The pots before my window. Already on my bed. what sorrow. Where each to each his brag allows. and ah! unsleeping. why it yearneth. and Thou alone! Where’er I go. good as gold. As in the early morning For thee these flowers I set. Within my lonely chamber The morning sun shone red: I sat. “In her the flower o’ the sex is found!” 143 .
I feel in every limb the presage Forerunning the grand Walpurgis-Night: Day after to-morrow brings its message. And one keeps watch then with delight. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I’m like a sentimental tom-cat. With sneers and stinging taunts disgrace me. like a bankrupt debtor sitting. rather. Till darkness closes from the sky! The shadows thus within my bosom gather. there are two. Shalt soon experience the pleasure. And. FAUST Meanwhile. though I thresh them all together. 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. That. A little thievish and a little frolicsome. But what comes sneaking. then. Which there. lessening side-wards. To lift the kettle with its treasure. behind. may not the treasure risen be. withal. I come. to view? If I mistake not. there. either. I lately gave therein a squint— Saw splendid lion-dollars in ‘t. let me at him drive! He shall not leave the spot alive. And stealthy. along the coping creeps: Quite virtuous. I cannot call them liars. That round the tall fire-ladders sweeps. A chance-dropped word may set me sweating! Yet. 144 . And dash out my brains in desperation! With turned-up nose each scamp may face me. And now!—I could tear my hair with vexation. fainter grows and dimmer. If he’s one.Faust And all the swaggerers were dumb.
among the rest. to cheat her. while the sky leads forth its starry throng. no work completer: I’ll sing her. poor thing! Love’s time is brief: Unto no thief Be warm and lief. The surer. first. Kathrina dear. the curst musician! 145 . FAUST That’s well. thou!—perdition! To the Devil. a moral song. But with the wedding-ring! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I saw. a thing That seemed to be a chain of pearl.) What dost thou here In daybreak clear. That out a maid Departeth nevermore! The coaxing shun Of such an one! When once ’tis done Good-night to thee. afterwards. Now. not a ring. then. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Thou shouldst not find it so annoying. indeed! For painful is it To bring no gift when her I visit. Before thy lover’s door? Beware! the blade Lets in a maid. To deck therewith my darling girl? (Sings to the cither.Goethe FAUST Not even a jewel. the instrument! To the Devil. VALENTINE (comes forward) Whom wilt thou lure? God’s-element! Rat-catching piper. first. Thou’lt hear a masterpiece. Without return to be enjoying.
without delay! You’ve but to lunge. VALENTINE I think the Devil must fight! How is it. if you’ll but tarry: Out with your spit. 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. I pray! Stand by: I’ll lead. don’t retreat. 146 O God! Thrust home! . too! VALENTINE There’s yet a skull I must be splitting! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Of course. and I will parry. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST Sir Doctor. VALENTINE That.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The cither’s smashed! For nothing more ’tis fitting.
they yell and fight! PEOPLE Here lies one dead already—see! MARTHA MARTHA (coming from the house) The murderers. But here the penal court will sift and sound it. For there arises now a murderous cry. With the police ‘twere easy to compound it.] 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. [Exit with FAUST UST. bring a light! MARGARET MARGARET MARTHA MARTHA (as above) Almighty God! what misery! They swear and storm.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Now is the lubber tame! But come. away! ’Tis time for us to fly. whither have they run? 147 .
And so. But let her growth and strength display. Thou’rt also free to all the town. Come here and listen. And then they draw the veil of night Over her head and ears. Her life. they’re loath to spare her. Then soon will others come to thee. When they but look thee in the face:— Shalt not in a golden chain array thee. Make merry when the dance is going! But in some corner. The time I verily can discern When all the honest folk will turn From thee. outright! With one begin’st thou secretly. in lace and ribbons flowing. woe betide thee! Among the beggars and cripples hide thee. in fact. be one then. you women there? Instead. every one! (All gather around him) My Margaret. thou jade! and seek protection As from a corpse that breeds infection. must come to pass. Thy business thus to slight: So this advice I bid thee heed— Now that thou art a whore indeed. And when a dozen thee have known. But not the least bit shrewd or smart. The more she seeks the day’s broad light.Faust VALENTINE I’m dying! That is quickly said. see! still young thou art. though even God forgive. And quicker yet ’tis done. Why. Thy guilty heart shall then dismay thee. alas! What follows it. 148 MARGARET MARGARET My brother! God! such words to me? VALENTINE In this game let our Lord God be! What’s done’s already done. Why howl. When Shame is born and first appears. Yet is not grown a whit the fairer. . She is in secret brought to light. She walks abroad unveiled by day. Nor at the altar take thy place! Shalt not. The uglier she is to sight.
for all my sinful pleasure. MARGARET MARGARET My brother! This is Hell’s own pain! VALENTINE I tell thee. 149 . That you your heart with slander harden! VALENTINE Thou pimp most infamous. be still! Could I thy withered body kill.) MARTHA MARTHA Commend your soul to God for pardon. ’Twould bring. from thy tears refrain! When thou from honor didst depart It stabbed me to the very heart. Forgiveness in the richest measure. (Dies.Goethe On earth a damned existence live! Now through the slumber of the grave I go to God as a soldier brave.
Solvet soeclum in favilla! (Sound of the organ. And from the worn and fingered book Thy prayers didst prattle. drawing hither and thither Despite me! CHORUS CHORUS Diesira. SERVICE ORGAN and ANTHEM MAR (MARGARET among much people: the EVIL SPIRIT beMARGARET SPIRIT hind MARGARET MARGARET GARET. That fell asleep to long. long torment.) SPIRIT EVIL SPIRIT HOW otherwise was it. Margaret. and through thee? Upon thy threshold whose the blood? And stirreth not and quickens Something beneath thy heart. 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. still innocent. dies illa.Faust XX CATHEDRAL CATHEDRAL SERVICE ORGAN VICE. Thy life disquieting With most foreboding presence? MARGARET MARGARET Woe! woe! Would I were free from the thoughts That cross me. ANTHEM. Here to the altar cam’st.) SPIRIT EVIL SPIRIT Wrath takes thee! The trumpet peals! The graves tremble! And thy heart 150 . When thou. Half sport of childhood.
their hands to offer. Cum vix Justus sit securus? CHORUS CHORUS Judex ergo cum sedebit. ad parebit. My very heart Dissolved by the anthem! Hide thyself! Sin and shame Stay never hidden. The glorified. Nil inultum remanebit. Shuddering. Air? Light? Woe to thee! CHORUS CHORUS Quid sum miser tunc dicturus. Quidquid latet. from thee: The pure. Quem patronem rogaturus.Goethe From ashy rest To fiery torments Now again requickened. 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. EVIL SPIRIT SPIRIT They turn their faces. refuse thee! Woe! 151 MARGARET MARGARET I cannot breathe! The massy pillars Imprison me! .
) HARTZ MOUNTAINS AINS.Faust CHORUS CHORUS Quid sum miser tune dicturus? XXI ALPURGIS-NIGHT WALPURGIS-NIGHT MARGARET MARGARET Neighbor! your cordial! (She falls in a swoon. Wherefrom the fountain flings eternal spray. Then climb the rocky ramparts yonder. FAUST So long as in my legs I feel the fresh existence. our goal is yet some distance. 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. 152 . THE HARTZ MOUNTAINS District of Schierke and Elend. This knotted staff suffices me. What need to shorten so the way? Along this labyrinth of vales to wander.
That our feet be forwards planted In the vast. go straight. I vow! ’Tis winter still within my body: Upon my path I wish for frost and snow. Ho. 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. 153 WILL-O’-THE-WISP My reverence. reflect: the mountain’s magic-mad to-day. But then. Or I’ll blow out his being’s flickering spark! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES WILL-O’-THE-WISP I notice no such thing. MEPHISTOPHELES. The spring-time stirs within the fragrant birches. I hope. Trees on trees beside us trooping. MEPHISTOPHELES. with its belated glow. And lights so dimly.Goethe Is such delight. in the Devil’s name. incomplete and ruddy. How sadly rises. UST. that. guide us truly. my steps would fain delay. . it seems. then. will me enable To curb my temperament unstable. 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. WILL-O’-THE-WISP (in alternating song) We. HISTOP FAUST. You mustn’t take things too precisely. I mark. use a Jack-o’-lantern’s glances: I see one yonder. Do thy bidding. And I shall try to serve you nicely. burning merrily. the desert spaces! See them swiftly changing places. And if a will-o’-the-wisp must guide you on the way. For zigzag courses we are wont to keep. have entered newly In the sphere of dreams enchanted. as one advances. At every step one strikes a rock or tree! Let us. The moon’s lone disk.
— Hear them snoring. Through the sand and boulders toiling. outgrowing. faint and wan. flowing Stream and streamlet seek the hollow. And the rocky snouts. Hoo-hoo! Shoo-hoo! Nearer hover Jay and screech-owl. Crowded swarms that soar and sparkle. And in wildering escort gather! Tell me. come faint and hollow. if we still are standing. with amaze. Bloated-bellied. Wandering lights that spin in mazes. whirling. Mice are flying. hear them blowing! O’er the stones. Thousand-colored. FAUST How strangely glimmers through the hollows A dreary light.Faust And the crags above us stooping. and the plover. Still increasing and expanding! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Grasp my skirt with heart undaunted! Here a middle-peak is planted. like serpents twisted. Fright us. through the bushes? And the roots. Trees and rocks with grinning faces.— Are they all awake and crying? Is’t the salamander pushes. of love undying! And the echoes. 154 . blending. weirdest links uncoiling To entrap us. unresisted: Living knots and gnarls uncanny Feel with polypus-antennae For the wanderer. herd-wise hieing Through the moss and through the heather! And the fire-flies wink and darkle. Mammon in the mountain blaze. the grasses. Whence one seeth. Or if further we’re ascending? All is turning. Here steam. like traditions Of old days. like that of dawn! Its exhalation tracks and follows The deepest gorges. there rolling vapor sweepeth. Hear I noises? songs that follow? Hear I tender love-petitions? Voices of those heavenly visions? Sounds of hope.
Here gush the sparkles incandescent Like scattered showers of golden sand. 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. The stubble is yellow. lest thou be hurled down the abysses there! The night with the mist is black. and in a hundred Divided veins the valley braids: There. in a corner pressed and sundered. 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. The roots are twisting asunder! In frightfully intricate crashing Each on the other is dashing. see! in all their height.Goethe Here burns the glow through film and haze: Now like a tender thread it creepeth.— But. Now like a fountain leaps and plays. the owlets are scattered: Hearken! the pillars are shattered. at present. spreads and fades. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Under the old ribs of the rock retreating. Hold fast. or nearer singing? Yes. There gathers the crowd for carnival: 155 . The tree-trunks terribly thunder. The rocky ramparts blazing stand. and green the crop. Here winds away. The evergreen palaces shaking! Boughs are groaning and breaking. The boisterous guests approach that were invited. Itself detaches. the mountain’s side along. And over the wreck-strewn gorges The tempest whistles and surges! Hear’st thou voices higher ringing? Far away. Hark! how the forests grind and crack! Frightened.
She rides upon a farrow-sow. The child is stifled. The witch she——s. old Baubo’s coming now. VOICE O’er the Ilsen-stone. to lead the crew! A tough old sow and the mother thereon.Faust Sir Urian sits over all. the way is long: See. I peeped at the owl in her nest alone: How she stared and glared! A VOICE VOICE Alone. 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. and——s the buck. Then follow the witches. what a wild and crazy throng! The broom it scratches. the mother bursts. 156 . Betake thee to Hell! Why so fast and so fell? CHORUS CHORUS VOICE Then honor to whom the honor is due! Dame Baubo first. the fork it thrusts. every one. And so they go over stone and stock.
But howsoe’er she hasten may. whistling through the dark. When towards the Devil’s House we tread. The magic notes. The dreary moon forsakes the sky. VOICE (from below) Halt.Goethe WIZARDS WIZARDS (semichorus) As doth the snail in shell. We’ve washed. too! take me. Woman’s a thousand steps ahead. BOTH CHORUSES BOTH CHORUSES The wind is hushed. there! VOICE (from above) Who calls from the rocky cleft below there? VOICE (from above) Come on. 157 . like spark on spark. VOICE (from below) Aloft we’d fain ourselves betake. we crawl: Before us go the women all. Yet we’re eternally sterile still. Man in one leap has cleared the way. SEMICHORUS OTHER SEMICHORUS We do not measure with such care: Woman in thousand steps is theft. and are bright as ever you will. And yet the summit cannot see: Among my equals I would be. too! I’m climbing now three hundred years. the star shoots by. there! Ho. from Rocky Lake! VOICE (below) Take me. come on. Drizzle.
they roar and clatter! They whirl and whistle. and spirt. Each trough a goodly ship supplies.Faust BOTH CHORUSES BOTH CHORUSES Bears the broom and bears the stock. who now not flies. and clear the way. Where art thou? CHORUS WITCHES CHORUS OF WITCHES FAUST (in the distance) To cheer the witch will salve avail. pull and chatter! They shine. And yet I cannot gain them here. room! 158 . What! whirled so far astray? Then house-right I must use.) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES HALF-WITCH HALF-WITCH (below) So long I stumble. Here! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES BOTH CHORUSES BOTH CHORUSES When round the summit whirls our flight. gentle rabble. A rag will answer for a sail. and on the ground alight. Bears the fork and bears the buck: Who cannot raise himself to-night Is evermore a ruined wight. Keep close! or we are parted. And far and wide the heather press With witchhood’s swarms of wantonness! (They settle down. Make room! Squire Voland comes! Room. They crowd and push. Then lower. And the others are now so far ahead! At home I’ve neither rest nor cheer. and burn! The true witch-element we learn. He ne’er will fly. and stink. in our turn. ill bestead.
That in the greater world the little worlds are made. what motley flames among the heather! There is a lively club together: In smaller circles one is not alone. here.— Vile din! yet one must learn to bear the crooning. I hear the noise of instruments attuning. come along! It _must_ be. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES But there enigmas also knotted be. That arbitrarily. There fire and whirling smoke I see. It is an old. with special light. I see stark-nude young witches congregate. I must own: . hold to me: in one jump we’ll resume An easier space. even for the like of me. ourselves we isolate. if I judge aright: We climb the Brocken’s top in the Walpurgis-Night. just tell me. And old ones. is there better sport? 159 FAUST Spirit of Contradiction! On! I’ll follow straight. the fun is great. Yonder. they drink. They seek the Evil One in wild confusion: Many enigmas there might find solution. they chat. I’ve a mind to see. transmitted trade. Doctor. they cook. They dance. friend? Look yonder! thou canst scarcely see the end: A hundred fires along the ranks are burning. That is no little space: what say’st thou. nor treat them rudely! The trouble’s small. FAUST Better the summit. they court: Now where. Come. veiled and hidden shrewdly: On my account be kind. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES But see. Come on! well slip a little nearer. Thine obligation newly earning. and from the crowd be free: It’s too much. I declare! I’ll go ahead and introduce thee there. ’Tis planned most wisely.Goethe Here. there’s something shining clearer Within those bushes. Leave to the multitude their riot! Here will we house ourselves in quiet.
But honored and at home is here the cloven foot. Perceiv’st thou yonder snail? It cometh. Assume the part of wizard or of devil? GENERAL Say. So delicately its feelers pry. at home. And what we should not. Youth always has the upper hand. as with women. now. With youth and revel round you like a zone: You each. truly. slow and steady. then. But now all things have from their bases slid. to introduce us to the revel. AUTHOR Who. either. I praise the old ones.Faust FAUST Wilt thou. who are sitting around dying embers:) Old gentlemen. are quite enough alone. But come! we’ll go from this fire to a newer: I am the go-between. ARVENU PARVENU We also were not stupid. not unduly: When we were all-in-all. a work of moderate sense will read? 160 . ’tis true. (To some. That it hath scented me already: I cannot here disguise me. to go incognito. why at the outskirts? Enter! I’d praise you if I found you snugly in the centre. if I try. Then was the real golden age. often did. MINISTER They’re now too far from what is just and sage. Just as we meant to hold them fast together. and thou the wooer. But on a gala-day one may his orders show. who would put his trust in nations. The Garter does not deck my suit. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I’m mostly used. Howe’er for them one may have worked and planned? For with the people.
there’s nothing I’ve collected— No shop. Or from behind struck down the adversary. 161 . as well. as never was another! MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP The whirlpool swirls to get above: Thou’rt shoved thyself. No cup. imagining to shove. MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (who all at once appears very old) I feel that men are ripe for Judgment-Day. must soon be ended. Gossip! the times thou badly comprehendest: What’s done has happed—what haps. and on mankind. is done! ‘Twere better if for novelties thou sendest: By such alone can we be won. that have not brought a maid to shame. No sword. in poison glowing: Let me not lose myself in all this pother! This is a fair. They never yet have been so pert and saucy. indeed. within a healthy frame Poured speedy death.Goethe Such works are held as antiquate and mossy. that hath not once. that set not blood to flowing. No dagger’s here. No gems. sore hurt inflicted Upon the world. And as regards the younger folk. on earth. Now for the last time I’ve the witches’-hill ascended: Since to the lees my cask is drained away. like this you’ll find!— Which has not. FAUST HUCKSTER-WITCH HUCKSTER-WITCH Ye gentlemen. And yet. The world’s. don’t pass me thus! Let not the chance neglected be! Behold my wares attentively: The stock is rare and various. once. but severed ties for the unwary.
Beware the lure within her lovely tresses. 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. the old one with the young one sitting.Faust FAUST But who is that? FAUST Those two. to know That such within my garden grow. FAIR THE FAIR ONE Apples have been desired by you. Not soon again she frees him from her jesses. The splendid sole adornment of her hair! When she succeeds therewith a youth to snare. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Adam’s first wife is she. They’ve danced already more than fitting. 162 . No rest to-night for young or old! They start another dance: come now. I then beheld an apple-tree. I climbed thereon. And I am moved with joy. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Note her especially. Since first in Paradise they grew. Tis Lilith.
Yet. his ire is most displayed.——as ’twas. The pack of devils by no rules is daunted: We are so wise. how have I swept and stirred! Twill ne’er be clean: why. To clear the folly out. and yet is Tegel haunted. I fancied it. ’tis a thing unheard! Vanish. If you would whirl in regular gyration As he does in his dull old mill. at any rate. at once! We’ve said the enlightening word. demonstration That ghosts can’t stand on ordinary foundation? And now you even dance.— Especially if you heard and heeded his hortation. he weighs the matter: If he can’t every step bechatter. If him—————————does not scare.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (dancing with the old one) A dissolute dream once came to me: Therein I saw a cloven tree. Then ’tis the same as were the step not made. ’tis a thing unheard! PROKTOPHANT OKTOPHANTASMIST PROKTOPHANTASMIST Accurséd folk! How dare you venture thus? Had you not. then. FAUST (dancing) O. 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. to our ball? 163 . good-will. But if you forwards go. long since. everywhere on him you fall! When others dance. PROKTOPHANT OKTOPHANTASMIST PROKTOPHANTASMIST You still are here? Nay. He’d show. Which had a————————. THE OLD ONE I offer here my best salute Unto the knight with cloven foot! Let him a—————prepare.
I see. before my last step to the grave. a girl most pale and fair? 164 MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES What? . To overcome the poets and the devils. enough for thee. Yet something from a tour I always save. (The dance continues) Naught will succeed. to your face. FAUST Ah! in the midst of it there sprang A red mouse from her mouth—sufficient reason. (To FAUST who has left the dance:) Wherefore forsakest thou the lovely maiden. He’ll be of spirits and of Spirit cured. I give to spirit-despotism no place. So the mouse was not gray. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES That’s nothing! One must not so squeamish be. He now will seat him in the nearest puddle.Faust PROKTOPHANT OKTOPHANTASMIST PROKTOPHANTASMIST I tell you. Who’d think of that in love’s selected season? FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Then saw I—. whereof he’s most assured: And when upon his rump the leeches hang and fuddle. The solace this. And hope. That in the dance so sweetly sang? FAUST Mephisto. spirits. My spirit cannot practise it at all. seest thou there. Alone and far. amid such revels. UST.
her way scarce knowing. seduced so easily! SERVIBILIS SERVIBILIS ‘Twill shortly recommence: 165 . I verily see a theatre. strange! around her fairest throat A single scarlet band is gleaming. set stare benumbs the human blood. What’s going on? FAUST Forsooth. the rapture. thou fool. No hand with loving pressure closed. And.Goethe She falters on. Twas Perseus lopped it. if they’ve not bewitched my sense. Medusa’s tale to thee is known. FAUST The woe. the eyes they are of one whom. And one is almost turned to stone. let us mount this little hill. That is the breast whereon I once was lying. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Quite right! The mark I also note. That from her gaze I cannot tear me! And. beside which I reposed! MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Tis magic all. Her head beneath her arm she’ll sometimes carry. As if with fettered feet that stay her going. No broader than a knife-blade seeming! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Let the thing be! All thence have evil drawn: It is a magic shape. I must confess. a lifeless eidolon. her old adversary. dying. Thou crav’st the same illusion still! Come. Such to encounter is not good: Their blank. The Prater shows no livelier stir.— The body sweet. it seems to me As if my kindly Margaret were she. so ensnare me. Unto each man his love she seems to be.
XXII 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. To give that number is the custom here: ’Twas by a Dilettante written. 166 . When the strife’s compounded. And Dilettanti in the parts appear. rest to-day! Needless your machinery: Misty vale and mountain gray. I entreat you! As Dilettante I the curtain raise. That is all the scenery. MANAGER MANAGER INTERMEZZO INTERMEZZO Sons of Mieding. pardon.Faust A new performance—’tis the last of seven. HERALD That the wedding golden be. I find it good: for that’s your proper place. Must fifty years be rounded: But the Golden give to me. That now I vanish.
And kin of all conditions. His tones are sweet and rare ones: Though ugly faces he allure. And the man berate her.— These are the musicians! SOLO SOLO OBERON OBERON Spouses. if you’re here. To share with him the pleasure. ORCHESTRA. TUTTI TI. See the bagpipe on our track! ’Tis the soap-blown bubble: 167 . Snout of fly. Take him to the Northern Pole. ORCHESTRA. First be separated! TITANIA TITANIA If her whims the wife control. be seen— Show yourselves. TUTTI Fortissimo. Yet he allures the fair ones. Frog in grass. Learn how we were mated! If your pairs would loving be. delighted! Fairy king and fairy queen. light of limb. They are newly plighted. who would fain agree.Goethe OBERON OBERON Spirits. and. and cricket-trill. mosquito-bill. And her to the Equator! PUCK Cometh Puck. Whisks and whirls in measure: Come a hundred after him. ARIEL Ariel’s song is heavenly-pure.
Yet I betimes myself prepare For my Italian journey. SPIRIT. But yet. a little poem. INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER Is’t but masquerading play? See I with precision? Oberon. beyond a cavil. the beauteous fay. Meets. to-night. 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.” must he Also be a devil. like petticoat. NORTHERN ARTIST NORTHERN ARTIST I only seize. PURIST My bad luck brings me here. Like “the Gods of Greece. 168 . no tail I see! And yet. GRO INTO Spider’s foot and paunch of toad. 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. my vision! YOUNG WITCH WITCH Powder becomes. But only two wear powder. And little wings—we know ‘em! A little creature ‘twill not be. Some outlines of the tourney. with sketchy air. JUST GROWING INTO FORM SPIRIT IRIT.
at last. That our Papa Satan we May honor as is fitting. THERCOCK WEATHER WEATHERCOCK (towards one side) Society to one’s desire! Brides only. Don’t swarm so round the Naked! Frog in grass and cricket-trill. Jump into hell instanter! MATR TRON MATRON We’ve too much tact and policy To rate with gibes a scolder. I hope to see you moulder. Observe the time. That their hearts are blameless. I vow. They are jesting. WEATHER THERCOCK WEATHERCOCK (towards the other side) And if the Earth don’t open now To swallow up each ranter. shameless! They will even say. young and tender though you be. and make it! HENNINGS How. So I sit naked on my goat. then will I myself. LEADER OF THE BAND Fly-snout and mosquito-bill.Goethe A gray and wrinkled noddy. and the sweetest! And bachelors of youth and fire. And prospects the completest! MUSAGETES MUSAGETES Among this witches’ revelry 169 . Yet. in crowds together massed. Why. XENIES Us as little insects see! With sharpest nippers flitting. And show a strapping body.
All instruments are fitting. 170 . the heavy skip. CI-DEV AGE CI-DEVANT GENIUS OF THE AGE The proper folks one’s talents laud: Come on. I suspect. for the pious. it would easier be Than to command the Muses.Faust His way one gladly loses. and makes a clearance! The crooked jump. DANCER A newer chorus now succeeds! I hear the distant drumming.” DANCING-MASTER How each his legs in nimble trip Lifts up. who’s the stiff and pompous man? He walks with haughty paces: He snuffles all he snuffle can: “He scents the Jesuits’ traces. for me Are good to fish and sport in: And thus the pious man you see With even devils consorting.” INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER Say. And. truly. CRANE Both clear and muddy streams. Nor care for the appearance. And on the Blocksberg they erect Full many a place of meeting. The bittern’s changeless booming. and none shall pass us! The Blocksberg has a summit broad. GOOD FELLOW FELLO The rabble by such hate are held. “Don’t be disturbed! ’tis. in the reeds. Like Germany’s Parnassus. WORLDLING Yes.
Such dilettants!—perdition! Fly-snout and mosquito-bill.— Each one’s a fine musician! REALIST This racking fuss on every hand. on and on. And grant to these their merits. and cricket-trill. we call the clan 171 . SUPERNA ERNATURALIST SUPERNATURALIST With much delight I see the play. for the first time. So I am here with pleasure. DOGMATIST DOGMATIST I’ll not be led by any lure Of doubts or critic-cavils: The Devil must be something. I must be idiotic! LEADER OF THE BAND Frog in green. The bagpipe here unites them. THE ADROIT ADROIT Sans souci. Since from the devils I also may Infer the better spirits. the fancy wrought in me Is really too despotic: Forsooth.— Or how should there be devils? SCEPTIC The flame they follow. It gives me great vexation.Goethe To maim and slay delights them: As Orpheus’ lyre the brutes compelled. And. IDEALIST This once. here I stand On insecure foundation. if I am all I see. sure. And think they’re near the treasure: But Devil rhymes with Doubt alone.
then. Cross-wise now in grass I lie: Who’ll help me to my footing? 172 . room! Trodden are the grasses: Spirits also. spirits come. we’re here As glittering gallants rated. Like elephant-calves about one! And the heaviest weight to-night Be Puck. And on our heads we go. ARIEL If loving Nature at your back. then. In star and fire light shooting. PUCK Enter not so stall-fed quite.Faust Of merry creatures so. Where we originated. Go a-foot no more we can. Or Mind. We’ve but naked soles to run with. Yet in the ranks. HEAVY FELLO THE HEAVY FELLOWS Room! and round about us. God help us! that is done with: Our shoes are all danced out. the wings uncloses. but now. at once. And they are bulky masses. we trow. the stout one! WILL-O’-THE WISPS From the marshes we appear. Follow up my airy track To the mount of roses! TING-STAR SHOOTING-ST SHOOTING-STAR Darting hither from the sky. himself. AWKW WKWARD THE AWKWARD Once many a bit we sponged.
Goethe ORCHESTRA ORCHESTRA pianissimo Cloud and trailing mist o’erhead Are now illuminated: Air in leaves. And all is dissipated. contemptible spirit. with the most insipid dissipations. and suffered her to go helplessly to ruin! 173 . unfeeling Man! And thou hast lulled me. and now imprisoned! That gracious. then. and wind in reed. meanwhile. XXIII 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 given up to fearful torments! To this has it come! to this!—Treacherous. and to condemning. ill-starred creature shut in a dungeon as a criminal. and thou hast concealed it from me!—Stand. hast concealed from me her increasing wretchedness.—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.
and art not secure against dizziness? Did we thrust ourselves upon thee. or thou thyself upon us? FAUST Dog! Abominable monster! Transform him. who hast vouchsafed to me Thine apparition.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES She is not the first.—that I may trample him.—that the first. that more than one being should sink into the depths of this misery. where the understanding of you men runs wild. who knowest my heart and my soul. the outlawed. that he may crawl upon his belly in the dust before me. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Now we are already again at the end of our wits. 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. and hang upon his shoulders when he fell! Transform him again into his favorite likeness. Why didst thou enter into fellowship with us. glorious Spirit. thou Infinite Spirit! transform the reptile again into his dog-shape? in which it pleased him often at night to scamper on before me. why fetter me to the felon-comrade. if thou canst not carry it out? Wilt fly. Mighty. under foot! Not the first! O woe! woe which no human soul can grasp. in its writhing deathagony under the eyes of the Eternal Forgiver. who feeds on mischief and gluts himself with ruin? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Hast thou done? 174 . did not expiate the guilt of all others! The misery of this single one pierces to the very marrow of my life. to roll himself at the feet of the unsuspecting wanderer.
from thy hand. from thee? Murder and death of a world upon thee. or thou? (FAUST looks around wildly. 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. FAUST That. nor undo his bolts. I say. I will carry you off. So much is in my power.Goethe FAUST Rescue her. FAUST Take me thither! She shall be free! 175 . Rescue her? Who was it that plunged her into ruin? I. and liberate her! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I will convey thee there. still lies upon the town! Avenging spirits hover over the spot where the victim fell. MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP I cannot loosen the bonds of the Avenger. and lead her forth with human hand! I will keep watch: the magic steeds are ready.) F Wilt thou grasp the thunder? Well that it has not been given to you. and lie in wait for the returning murderer. miserable mortals! To crush to pieces the innocent respondent—that is the tyrant-fashion of relieving one’s self in embarrassments. 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. monster! Take me thither. too.
bowing and bending! 176 .) FAUST What weave they there round the raven-stone? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I know not what they are brewing and doing.Faust FAUST Up and away! XXIV NIGHT OPEN OPEN FIELD F (FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES speeding onward on MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP black horses. sweeping down. FAUST Soaring up.
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
A heaven thy loving words expressed. when thou delayest! (Caressing him.) MARGARET MARGARET ’Tis thou! O.Faust FAUST ’Tis I! MARGARET MARGARET Delay. We shall be made to dearly rue it. And I am saved!— Again the street I see Where first I looked on thee. say it once again! FAUST (Clasping him. now! So fain I stay. Where I and Martha wait thy coming. on thy breast? Where once a heaven thy glances did create me. so short a time thou’rt missing.) ’Tis he! ’tis he! Where now is all my pain? The anguish of the dungeon. And hast unlearned thy kissing? Why is my heart so anxious. Away. MARGARET MARGARET Kiss me!—canst no longer do it? My friend. and the chain? ’Tis thou! Thou comest to save me. And the garden. now! If longer here thou stayest. And thou didst kiss. as thou wouldst suffocate me— Kiss me! Or I’ll kiss thee! 180 FAUST (struggling to leave) Come! Come with me! . brightly blooming.
) Ah. Was it not given to thee and me? Thee.) MARGARET MARGARET Thou wilt unloose my chain. with warmth a thousand-fold. Ah. And still. But follow now! ’Tis all I beg of thee. whom thou mak’st free? FAUST Come! come! The night already vanisheth. FAUST Come. soon. How comes it that thou dost not shrink from me?— Say. MARGARET MARGARET My mother have I put to death. God! what hast thou done? Nay. ’tis wet! Why. And in thy lap wilt take me once again. sheathe thy sword at last! Do not affray me! 181 MARGARET MARGARET (turning to him) And is it thou? Thou. dear hand!—But. ah.Goethe (She embraces him. be more bold: I’ll clasp thee. my friend. woe! thy lips are chill. wipe it off! Methinks that yet There’s blood thereon. How changed in fashion Thy passion! Who has done me this ill? (She turns away from him. dost thou know. certainly? FAUST ’Tis I! Come on! . I’ve drowned the baby born to thee. follow me! My darling. surely. too!—’Tis thou! It scarcely true doth seem— Give me thy hand! ’Tis not a dream! Thy dear.
then come! From here to eternal rest: No further step—no. 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. Then close at her side my brother. no more can I attain it! I would force myself on thee and constrain it. I pray! And here. on my right breast. And me a little away. MARGARET MARGARET If the grave is there. no! Thou must outlive us. so good. so kind to see! FAUST To freedom. That was a sweet and a gracious bliss. let the past be past! Thy words will slay me! FAUST If thou feel’st it is I. within thine arms to hide me. then come with me! MARGARET MARGARET MARGARET MARGARET Out yonder? No. But not too very far. my baby lay! Nobody else will lie beside me!— Ah. But no more. Death lying in wait. no! Thou goest away! O Henry. 182 .Faust FAUST O. And it seems thou repellest my kiss: And yet ’tis thou. if I could go! FAUST Thou canst! Just will it! Open stands the door.
And a bad conscience sharper misery giving! It is so wretched. She slept. her heavy head falls o’er. And her head is wagging ever. And I’d still be followed and taken! ’Tis struggling still! Save it! Save it! FAUST Recall thy wandering will! One step. Over the bridge. where the plank is placed In the pool! Seize it in haste! ’Tis trying to rise.Goethe MARGARET MARGARET I dare not go: there’s no hope any more. She slept so long that she wakes no more. forced to beg my living. She beckons. MARGARET MARGARET If the mountain we had only passed! There sits my mother upon a stone. 183 . I’ll venture. to be strange. To the left. Why should I fly? They’ll still my steps waylay! It is so wretched. forsaken. to bear thee forth. Into the wood. those were the days of blessing! MARGARET MARGARET Be quick! Be quick! Save thy perishing child! Away! Follow the ridge Up by the brook.— I feel an icy shiver! There sits my mother upon a stone. she nods not. FAUST Here words and prayers are nothing worth. while we were caressing: Ah. and thou art free at last! FAUST I’ll stay with thee. then.
the day comes. and delivered— Shoved to the block—they give the sign! Off! or you’re lost ere morn. But not at the dances! The crowd is thronging. Useless talking. Dumb lies the world like the grave! FAUST FAUST The day dawns: Dearest! Dearest! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (appears outside) MARGARET MARGARET Day? Yes. all things for the love of thee. Now over each neck has quivered The blade that is quivering over mine.Faust MARGARET MARGARET No—let me go! I’ll suffer no force! Grasp me not so murderously! I’ve done. I am seized. 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! 184 . the wand is broken. else. and bound. delaying and praying! My horses are neighing: The morning twilight is near. no word is spoken: The square below And the streets overflow: The death-bell tolls.—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.
and from evil ward me! Henry! I shudder to think of thee. guard me. VOICE (from above) She is saved! MARGARET MARGARET Judgment of God! myself to thee I give. and thee! VOICE (from within.) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST Come! or I’ll leave her in the lurch. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST Hither to me! (He disappears with FAUST UST. Camp around.Goethe FAUST Thou shalt live. holy cohorts. dying away) Henry! Henry! MARGARET MARGARET Thine am I. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES She is judged! 185 . Father! rescue me! Ye angels.
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